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ONE SINGS, THE OTHER DOESN'T

Waiting for me?

- No.
- People sometimes give up.

So put up a doorbell.

I've never seen photos like these.

- Did you take them?
- Yes.

These women are sad.

Sad? No.

They're women who've been abandoned
or beaten, widows, single mothers.

They're neighbours, people I know.
Those willing to pose.

I'm patient.

And what do you wait for?

For them to tire of posing.

Then they let themselves go
and they're just there.

They're beautiful, but they upset me.

That one with the kids,
I know her.

We were neighbours five years ago,
on Rue du Maine.

She got into trouble and disappeared.

My parents put her down
so I wanted to know her better.

She was nice,

but not sad like that.

My fault maybe.

You haven't flattered her,
poor Suzanne.

Where is she now?

She lives with me.
These are our two children.

Oh, I've put my foot in it!

- Sorry!
- It's OK.

- Still live on Rue du Maine?
- Yes. And you?

15 Rue Fermat.

15 Rue Fermat?

I'll go and see her.
Tell her it's Pauline from the 3rd floor.

- OK.
- Bye.

Bye.

Boys, don't come in so hard.

Concentrate.
That goes for everyone.

Try harder.

If only it counted towards my Bac,
like swimming.

I just wish it meant money.

Hi, Mum.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, darling.

You'll spoil your appetite.

An apple a day...

- How did choir practice go?
- Hallelujah!

- School?
- Same as ever.

PhiIosophy's a pain.
80's getting the Baccalauréat.

Go and see if they'll take you on
at Prisunic. That'd be a real laugh.

I want to be a singer,
not work in a shop.

We know.
Finish school first, then we'll see.

Otherwise it's marriage or prostitution.

Same thing.

- She's mad.
- Wash your hands. It's time to eat.

Remember Suzanne,
the shoemaker's niece?

Yes. She's not there anymore,
she got into trouble.

- I saw her.
- You saw her?

In a photo. She looks 30.

I'm not surprised.
She started too young.

That's how it is.

Jéréme doesn't realise.
He's a dreamer.

He's in his lab all day,
making print after print till he's satisfied.

As for the girls he likes to photograph,
they're usually broke.

Nobody buys his pictures,

so he gives them away.

He earns very little.

Why don't you work?

With these two?

Doing what? I've no education.

And the local nursery's full.

They're sweet.

Mathieu is.

Marie's a bit withdrawn.

It's my fault.

I lost the...

I often feel like crying.

You can't go on like this.
You need to do something, talk to him.

To Jéréme?

Difficult.

He's tired.

That smile of his...

I keep silent...

I don't even dare tell him I'm pregnant.

You're pregnant?

Yes.

Can't you go to your parents for help?

In Soissons? They refuse to see me.

- Your aunt?
- She won't either.

What a mess!

How long is it since you got pregnant?

About two months.

Don't cry.
You need to have an abortion.

An abortion? Where? How?
Do you think it's easy?

We'll find a way.

Jéréme can't know about it.

They're his kids too.

Do you want me to talk to him?

You?

No.

- How old are you?
- 17.

I feel like I'm 100.

And how old are you really?

22.

- Dare you!
- You're on!

- Mrs Carlier.
- Yes?

You said this morning that free will

isn'tjust a philosophical
or moral concept,

but a reality proven by concrete
situations, even political ones.

- So free will is philosophy in action.
- Yes.

Can you help me?
I've a friend who's pregnant

- but can't keep it.
- Is it you?

No. She has two children already.

How could I help? I'm not a doctor!

I don't know.
With a name, an address?

Listen, I'm sorry, really.
Goodbye.

Good bye.

It didn't work.

You didn't actually want her
to take you to an abortionist?

What about asking at choir practice?

I wanted to ask... You wouldn't know
a name or and address where...

- Are you pregnant?
- Not me, a friend.

It's hard.

There was a woman in Rue St Séverin.

A concierge, at number 24, I think.
I've heard of her.

- Do you know her?
- No.

- Does she do everything?
- She uses a probe. Then it's up to you!

I told you, it's not for me!

Fine.

It costs about 20,000 francs.

- Otherwise there's Switzerland.
- Yes, I know.

But you have to do an interview
and tell them a sob story.

If they agree, OK.

If not, a doctor who'll do it
is expensive.

Plus the travel.

Right, see you.

Bye. Thanks.

The idiot got his car
on two years‘ credit.

I got a 13 in English. Good, eh?
No maths grade yet.

Late as usual, like you are for dinner.

Eat without me.

A family needs rules and obligations

or it goes to pot!

Could you pass the cheese?

Clear away the dishes, they're dirty.

You and your ideas of dirt
and cleanliness!

Be good and put the coffee on!

I'll do it.

I'm only good ifl do as I'm told.

Put the coffee on, obligations, rules.

Long live the family and order!

All we ask is some respect
for those who brought you into the world.

I didn't ask to be born.

PauHne!

You didn't even know
how to avoid having me!

You asked for that.

Studying philosophy
gives you no right to insult us!

Go on, have fun, make the most of it!

You won't be able to for much longer.

- Stop it!
- She likes the sound of her own voice!

The parental system's no good.

Dad grumbles on one side, while
Mum's sweet and quiet on the other.

In some families
it's the other way around.

Dad calms things down
and Mum does the shouting.

Parents are no joke.

- Do you think being an orphan's fun?
- I didn't say that!

We'll see how you get on
with your own children.

I've got other plans.

That reminds me, the choir's organised
a weekend trip to Sénanque Abbey.

We're going to sing,
listen to them sing, visit Avignon.

It's 20,000 francs all-in. Can I go?

Here you go,
although a Swiss abortion costs more.

Thank you, you're really kind.

Will Jéréme be able to get the rest?

He doesn't know anyone but his wife,
and she hates him.

Not impossible to understand.

Yes, that's true.

Why don't they get divorced?

She doesn't want to, to get at him,

and this way
he can't acknowledge our kids.

Hey, dumplings!

You OK?

That woman you talked about...

- Will I have enough?
- It's too risky.

Have Jéréme get the cash together
and I'll mind the children.

Really?

If it's from the 22nd to 24th
because there's the bank holiday.

Switzerland, then.

You've got to cry in front of
the medical board, make them pity you.

There are four of them, like judges.

I shouldn't have any trouble with that.

And Jér6me's in such a state...

If you hadn't come,
I couldn't have left the kids with him.

He doesn't know how to do anything.
He loves them but that's it.

Look...

He asked me if you'd pose for him.

He didn't dare ask you
because you knew about...

Well, you knew about me before he did.

So what? We're friends.

So you will?

Yes.

Well, I've never posed.

It's not working.
They're no good!

What? I've been here two hours!

You've taken plenty!

But you're on the defensive.

I'm not "overwhelmed"
the way you like them!

I'm no victim, not even for a photo.

You're being nasty.

You refuse to be real.

What I'm after is a woman
in her naked truth.

You want me to pose nude?

I'm not sure it'd help.

- Where do you want me?
- Over there.

See, you don't give.
umsamm

The life you have within you!

It's a heavy secret!

That's not it.

It's my fault.
I'm sorry, I can't do it.

I don't know what to think.
It's as if I wasn't a real girl!

No, that's not it, but...

You baffle me.
I don't understand a thing!

You'll never grow up!

Have you got some aspirin?

I'm not going to the desert.

Want me to come along?

I'm so unhappy that you...

I'll be OK.

Everyone says they do a good job.

I'd never let you go anywhere else.

No matter what the cost.

Go on.

I'm looking for postcards of Avignon,
and Sénanque Abbey too.

I'll check.

Hi, crab apple!

- You OK?
- I brought my bear.

Go and get him, then.

Been awake long?

Lie down here.
There, we'll all sleep together.

You're nice.

You're up?

You promised not to!

- Let him blow his top.
- Stop it. That's no help.

Your monastery story
really had us going.

We went to Sénanque!
1,500 km to see you sing!

You'll pay for this.

Why do you lie like this?

- To get money.
- Money!

You could have talked to us.

It was for an abortion.
You wouldn't have understood.

What?

A friend of mine, Suzanne,
needed an abortion

and had no money.

You're shameless!
Are you doing this on purpose?

I've had enough!

Me too. I'm moving out.

My darling, calm down.

I don't want to.

You can '2‘ leave, you're a minor!

You ’ll hear from me.

Your final exams are in three months,

will you revise
by hanging around on the street?

Get your Baccalauréaz‘
like any normal girl!

No, no more school.

I'd rather sing in the streets
than be "normal".

Don't ever say you left home broke.

Here's nearly 40,000 francs,
so all your class can get abortions.

You obviously don't know the rates.
Thanks anyway.

You disgust me.

How could this have happened?

What did we ever do to her?

- Sure he won't mind?
- We'll manage.

And Gabriel will be delighted.
He'll feel like he's got two girls at once!

- That's his dream.
- Not mine! He'll be disappointed.

Oh, it's all just talk.

Nice place.

Gabriel did it.

I can cook paella.
Our maid taught me how.

And I've got a little money for food.

And we'll earn some.

I went by the studio. We're hired!

- When?
- We record on Thursday!

Do you think I should drop out of school
or finish my exams?

School's no good to you in music.
School's for fools! Drop school!

Suzanne, they're touching everything!

They don't come here that often.

Does it hurt? Are you tired?

I'm OK. But I had to see you.

I feel set adrift.

Fight, Suzanne. You have to.

- Ifl could.
- You can.

You're strong enough
to have me and the children.

- Even enough to have kept the...
- No!

If only I could feed us properly!

I work but I don't know
how to make money.

Pauline left home.
Another unsold photo!

It was no good anyway.

She was too stubborn
or I was too weak.

She's kind.

But I can't make concessions.
No more kindness, no smiles!

Her smiIe's helped me a lot.

But you're the one I want to be with.

Do you want to go for a walk with us?

I can't go out. The misery
in people's eyes overwhelms me.

Be quiet, Jéréme.

I'm tired too. I feel so alone.

You've no more trust in me?

I feel like a poor mute.
I've cried too much.

I'll try again.

I've found a job I can do at home,
knitting for a children's shop.

You're brave.

I've got to take them out.

I've got to develop some photos.

A customer's lousy film by six o'clock.

See you later.

- You must forgive me.
- For what? Whose fault is it?

I don't understand a thing anyway.

OK, choir. Is it rolling?

Let's go!

That's no good!

We've got new voices?
Hello, ladies!

Gabriel, show the man your deep voice.

Very funny. Let's take it from the top.

Marie!

I've just been paid for
my first "doo-wop" session!

I've made some money.

-Gmm!
- We'll celebrate, my treat.

Cakes, ice cream or sweets?

- You don't want any?
- No.

- You don't want any?
- I'm surprised!

Oh, I went past the shop.
It's closed.

I'd better go by.

We'll go in the back way.

Ifslocked.

We need the key.

Don't worry. Maybe he's asleep.

Can you get in the back window?

The window's closed!

Break it!

- Really?
- Yes, go ahead!

What's going on?

I don't have a key.

Neither do I.

He's there.

Well?

He's hanged himself.

Hanged? Did you say hanged?

We'll have to call an ambulance,
the police.

Quick.

That's him.

Have him taken down.

I'll tell you a story
about a cat named Cutiepie

and a blue teddy bear.

These two pals met on the street

and decided to go to the park
and go on the merry-go-round.

He was miserable to the very end.

He always said it was better
to be cremated.

He didn't even get that.

It makes me sick!

What will I do?

Stop it, Suzanne. Let's go.

You poor thing!

He was such a nice man.

Thanks for coming.

What will you do now?

Move to my parents‘ farm.
Then wait and see.

The tragedy made
the girls close friends,

and suddenly separated them.

Suzanne sold her bed
to take the train with her children.

She fled Paris,
and Jéréme is legitimate widow,

who tried to make her pa y
all the photo-studio bills.

She moved in with her parents
near Soissons,

who gave a cold welcome
to their “lost” chila’, this single mother.

Wi2‘h nowhere to go, she sta yea’.

Then she had time for her tears.

Shocked by Jéréme '5 death,
Pauline cried too.

Suzanne ’s tragedy merged into the
anguish Pauline saw on all faces.

She sang. She began to change.

Her parents finally ga ve her money
to rem‘ a room.

She put up a map of Soissons,

hoping to find the village
Suzanne had spoken vaguely of

Ana’ time went by.

Ten years later,

they were following closely the trial
of a girl of 16 accused of abortion.

Many of the women and men
fl'ghting the aboition laws

were at the Bobign y coun‘house

for the trial in camera

in October, 1972.

The girl was acquitted
A series of reforms began.

LET US HAVE KIDS
WHEN WE WANT TO!

Free Marie-Claire!

We've had abortions! Put us on trial!

I'm with Family Planning.

- Let me in!
- No spectators.

A closed trial!

It's Giséle Halimi,
Marie-Claire's lawyer!

You have no right to keep them out.

We have orders.

The verdict must be public.
Let them pass.

Look, it's Apple!

Neither Pop nor the Pope

Nor the doc

Nor the judge

Can lay down the law for me

Biology isn '2‘ fate
Pop '5 laws are out of date

My body is mine

And I know

When I want to have

My young

To have any young

In this old world

To be round or flat, the choice is mine

My body is mine

Be you a whoring May
or a virgin Maty

Weeping mother or easy lay

No matter what they say
be you praised

Or tossed in the hay

Hail, sisters! Hail, Maiysl

What are you doing here?

Marie, how you've grown!

In my song, I think of you as a baby.

It's been ten years. Exactly ten years.
She's 13.

And on the streets!

I brought her to our
Family Planning conference.

- Mathieu's on a school trip.
- How oId's he now? 10?

11, and he's very handsome.

Well, he's not bad.

- You haven't changed at all.
- You have, for the better.

Come and meet Darius.

Here's Suzanne! I told you about her.

I remember. Hello.

- He's Iranian.
- This is Marie.

- Hello, Marie.
- Hi.

When something special happened,
it was always you I wanted to see.

Me too. I even spoke to you in my mind.

- Let's not lose one another again.
- Really?

But I live down South. And you?

Tehran. And Paris
for the past six months.

And three months with me.

So it's hello and goodbye.
Our train leaves tonight.

Mathieu's due back tomorrow.
We can't leave him alone.

We haven't had time to talk!

I must get back
to our Family Planning meeting.

Apple once took me to Parc Montsouris
and talked about you.

It was so real and true.

I thought you'd appear, behind a tree!

I know nothing about you!
How did you meet? Where?

I was getting an abortion
not far from him.

We met in Amsterdam.

Then we met in Paris by chance.

Are you married, alone or what?

No, not married.

The kids and I get along fine.

I had an affair but it didn't work.

I know what you mean!

So what are you up to?

So much to ask, so much to tell!

Me too. I thought I'd never find you,
and here you are!

But what a rush!

- We'll write?
- Long letters!

Let's meet soon!

I'll write to you at Family Planning!

Suzanne thought of Pauline, nowApple,

and wanted to tell her about her life,
as if she had to.

Because of what they'd been through.

Seeing you moved me so deeply,
I couldn '2‘ talk.

The past ten years
all came back to me.

Those years of silence and spite.

But how can I describe frozen time ?

The kids didn '2‘ notice an yfhing.

They loved the counfiy and the animals.

Marie grew cheen‘ul
and Mathieu strong.

That was a solace to me.

I tried to feel nothing and see nothing.

I a voided sufiering.
I only wanted to hang on, to survive,

me and my kids.

Soup's up. Call your bastards!

Time to eat, darlings!

Come on, Mathieu.

Poor thing.

Look how well Marie eats!

Ana’ Apple thought of Suzanne.

I was so excited by the demonstration
I talked too much.

So I know nothing
of what's happened to you.

I wish you were with me
in this knackered van

with the girls lmez‘ in '68.

They were singing on the streez‘.
They're great. We've got plans.

We're doing a gala in a non‘hem suburb.

A gala - you should see I2‘!

N02‘ a granny

Nor a shrew

Nor a grandpa

lam woman!

lam me!

N02‘ fasz‘ and loose

Nor a house-mouse

No namby-pamby

lam woman! I am me!

I am Apple!

Tha2"s I2‘! We've earned our bread.

Now the long drive home
to my lo ver’s bed!

- Not sleepy?
- Not really.

- Wasn't it good?
- Very!

And you're not sleepy. I am.

I'm thinking of Suzanne.

Sleep and you'll dream about her.

I can't. We've got ten years
to catch up on.

Will you tell her all about us?

It's not that.

With her, it's like love
but with no headaches.

Of course! You never see each other.

Even so, we don't need to explain
how things begin.

Suzanne and I fit.

Want me to be jealous
or can I sleep?

Sleep!

How can I tell you about ten years
in a few words ?

Like lsaia’, Darius, meeting,

Amsterdam, abon‘ion, by chance.

l2"s not enough.

I want to really tell you
how we met in Amsterdam.

It'd be nice to see something
besides this canteen.

Do you know Amsterdam?

A little.

Are there boat rides on the canals?

Yes. I've done that.

Is it expensive?

No, three guilders.

That's about five francs.

We could afford it.
What do you say?

If anyone wants
to take the canal boat ride...

Say so, we'll get a group rate.

They say it's very pretty.

- Have they done you yet?
- I'm scheduled for 2:30.

Scared?

Not really.
I'm just angry I fell for it.

What happened?

I threw up half an hour
after taking the pill.

She'd had a big feed.

It wasn't even a big feed.

0fi7'cially, that day
lfell in lo ve with Darius.

What really counted

was my feeling
for the women there with me,

like me.

I still see their eyes.

I thought of Jerome ’s photos
and you, alone, in those bad times.

Sure, I was showing ofif
butl was glad to be with a group.

Tha2"s when I wrote my first song.

I decided to sing about my ideas,
and for these women

who were my family.

We were in the same dormitoiy,
the same trouble, the same boat.

Sliding under the bridges of Amsterdam

On a Dutch sightseeing boat

Go the knocked-up fucked-up ladies

The damsels and mam ’selles afloat!

The awkward and idioz‘ madams

Sadly abused by 2‘heirAdams!

We're taking, if you please

A cruise for abofiionees

A boa2"s not romantic

Afier the clinic
Amsterdam-on-Sea

I'll remember

Tulips and bikes, you see

Watching the bikes go by

We talked about the pill

About our current loves

Our children and our ovules

We laughed and spouted away

Unafraid of ridicule

On a fancy-flagged boat

Loaded with abofiionees

In her teens or her fon‘ies
it's the same disease

Amsterdam-on-Sea
I'll remember

Tulips and bikes, you see

It's not true!

It's great! Get one!

- How much is it?
- Two guilders.

- What a nerve!
- May I?

- Why?
- For fun! For the "abortus"!

- The "abortus"!
- It's Dutch for abortion.

You don't look at all Dutch!

I'm Iranian.

Then I'll sign it for you.

‘In memory of an abortus
for an Iranian. Apple.‘

A2‘ that time I thought ofien of you,
of your energy and resourcefulness.

So I decided to get em‘,
for me and for the children.

lneeded to earn money,
and learn to work, in any we y possible.

ENQUIRE AT THE TOWN HALL
FOR THE SOCIAL WORKER

Miss!

- Thanks for bringing it!
- I must have it back in three weeks.

- You think you'll manage?
- Yes.

And I'd like to work at the factory

but I'd need help with Mathieu,
he's too little for school.

Show me the kids.
Good morning.

But your dossier's not at all in order.

I never paid it much attention.

Will you come in?

No, let's see the kids.

I'm counting on you.
I didn't know where to turn.

You shouId've learnt at 16,
instead of fooling around!

That's enough.

You're siding with her?

Stop banging on that machine!

Afier the social worker,
the women at the factoiy helped me

with their discreet friendship
and fi2‘s of laughter.

I felz‘ better.

I was a pan‘ of the family of women.

I need the rest.

What for?

To clothe the three of us,
and other things.

- Foolish things.
- That's how it is.

Look, I'm so haPPY!

See the money?

I was so proud of m y first pay!

I2‘ was a sfan‘.
A2‘ night I studied.

I wanted to be
a medical secrefaty in the south

so the kids could have the sun
and free medical care.

An ad in the paper
led us here to Hyéres,

the children in the sun
and me with a gynaecologisz‘.

But he was too scheming,

and afier May '68 l dared to insulz‘ him
and s2‘an‘ed a Family Planning centre.

I work here pan‘ time.

In the enclosed photo

my ofl‘ice is between the winter pool
and the summer pool.

I wish I could show you where llive,
who lam, and talk to you.

I've no time to write.

Only a few words on a postcard.

Though Suzanne
wanted to tell Apple everything,

she never wrote any long letters.

But she and Apple
made an air-mail bridge,

an imaginaty dialogue
punctuated by postcards.

Busy with rehearsals for her tour

and immersed in the odd group
she worked with,

Apple wrote only postcards,
just her szyle.

From Apple to Suzanne,
from Suzanne to Apple,

the postal 2‘rafl'ic

illustrated a deep friendship,

rather inexplicable for two women
of such difi'erent character, tastes,

and social backgrounds.

- We're late!
- Yes, I think they're waiting for us.

- How are things at home?
- Fine. You?

- Fine. How's Thierry?
- He's OK.

- I'd like to talk to you.
- Right away.

Is this your new opening time?

Just a moment!

- Is it due soon?
- In three weeks.

- Picked a name?
- Fabrice for a boy, Florence for a girl.

That's pretty.

Will it be a bo y or a girl

A diamond in the rough
or a little pearl

A plum or a plume,
nectar or necfarine

What will be his fon‘une,
what will be her fate

A prince conson‘ or a princess

A commoner Of commonness

A little monkey or a donkey

Will he or she have

Limpid pools like me
ora subtle glance like you

A boy with sex appeal

A girl with sex appeal

Oh, howl wish lknew!

- We can't have two pregnant women!
- Don't run everything!

They're my songs!
I won't have any old thing behind me!

We're not doing any old thing.

- You know nothing!
- I say what I think!

You talk too much, Apple.
We live without talk.

I live as best I can. Put me down.

OK, Italk too much. I'm tired.

Let's break to eat and continue later.

- I see! Darius, you're here!
- Hi, everyone!

- When do we rehearse tonight?
- I can't tonight.

- Me neither!
- That's that, then.

Why? We just have to keep at it!

Look, we rehearse, we're tired,

we're not paid,
and not sure we'll get a grant.

- I want a rest.
- Well, so do I.

With Darius, if you must know.

But we've got to make this project work.

It's your project. It's up to you.

The ministry said it's in your name.

So take care of it.

OK, I'll take care of it.
No rehearsal tonight, I get it.

No money, no enthusiasm!

- Don't go overboard!
- OK!

No one mentioned my costumes!

Oh, they're beautiful!

They sparkle, they're pretty.
They're lovely.

An apple juice, please.

I'll have a Cinzano.

That's for Suzanne.

‘My fictional pregnancy...

‘is going well.

‘We'll give birth to a fantastic show.

‘Wait and see!

‘All my love...‘

I'm hungry,
and I want to be alone with you.

Meaning we'll eat at my place.

I've got nothing.
We could buy some stuff.

Let's make a real dinner.

How can I help?

Unwrap the chicken.

Blast, I was meant to call Favier.

Go on. I'll do that.

Mr Favier, please.

I'll wait.

He's with the ministry.

- Shall I use all the stuffing?
- Yes.

Do you think it'll work?

Of course! Don't worry.

How do I close this?

I'll do it.

Mr Favier, please.

This is Apple.

Yes, I'll wait.

At eight o'clock? I'll call back.

You count on them and
they always leave you kicking your heels.

See if the chicken's done.

"Please, Marie!"

Please, Marie.

It's not done yet.

I'm hungry.

Wait like we're doing.

Three more minutes.

- For the chicken?
- The phone call.

- It smells good.
- Yes, but the phone call...

Maybe our goose is cooked.
Maybe that Favier's a hypocrite.

He said we had an interesting idea.
Interesting for who?

They say whatever they feel like.

Mr Favier's office, please.

It's Apple. Is Mr Favier there?

I'll wait.

He's on another line.

llike Darius. He's great.

Even I am amazed I fell
for an economist.

lhate economising.

But we ’re in lo ve and 2‘ha2"s i2‘.
We touch and we ’re h ypnotisea’.

We want to
keep holding on to each other.

Yes, I'll hold on.

Once our show’s on,
life will be fantastic.

He 7] work for a French company.

We 7] see each other eveiy day,
or at leasz‘ e veiy night.

He'll be here. Love. Present.

Yes, I'm still here.

Hello, it's Apple. Any news?

What? I don't believe it!
What will we do?

I know you're not patrons of the arts.
Even so, you've dropped us with a bang.

You liked the idea... So why?

Can't we appeal
or do a run-through for you or someone?

You're sorry? Not as much as me.

No, I don't understand, sir. Goodbye.

Bastards!

We were almost ready!

What a farce. That blows it.

Listen, Apple,

don't cry, that does no good.

You know what?

In Iran, the word for Persian is Farsi.

There's Farsi cinema, Farsi theatre.

Everything's Farsi!

Your dinner's not at all a farce.

I can cook but I can sing and move too.
It's what I want to do.

But I can't with no money!

I-m going to give up everything
I'm fed up! '

Calm down.
Listen, I've got an idea.

I'll find us a charter flight.

Come to Iran with me.

It's beautiful and far away.
A change will do you good.

And I have to go back.

Come with me.
The desert's magnificent.

We'd be together.

It's a thought.

Will you come?

Eat up!

So my depan‘ure was settled that day,

thanks to a Mr Fa vier
from the Ministry of Culture.

I chewed my chewy chestnuts,

and thought.‘

This time Suzanne
won '2‘ ever find me again.

Once in Iran, limmediately
felz‘ I '0’ become a postcard m yselzf

or an extra in a shon‘ subject.

SEE OUR DOCUMENTARY
LOVE'S PLEASURES IN IRAN

AN ARTISTIC, EXOTIC AND RATHER
EROTIC (VERBALLY) SHORT FILM.

IF ALL THE WOMEN OF THE WORLD

I don't know.

Meaning what?

That's how it is.

That's idiotic!

You came six months ago.

We explained it all to you.
A doctor prescribed the pill for you.

- Did you buy it?
- Yes.

- Did you take it?
- No.

So you want a baby?

Not at all.

Why didn't you take it?
Are you Catholic?

Not practising.

Yet that kept you from taking the pill.

Maybe.

Either you're practising or you're not!

What's up? You're shouting.

Yes, I am. I'm being unpleasant.

These should be group discussions.

I'm shouting at a woman
who wants the pill but won't take it.

- We're not here to shout at people.
- We should.

I hate having to scream and push
people around so things will advance.

So don't!

You know about women's alienation.

Giving them more restrictions
won't help them.

True. But some days I get angry.
Plus I've been at it for years.

So stop or change your ways.

What are you?
A militant or a pencil-pusher?

Change. Women will change too.

You're absolutely right.

I'm glad you talked to me that way.

- And you, Mathieu?
- I feel better.

I AM FAR AWAY.
DARIUS HAS KIDNAPPED ME.

I LOVE IT BUT I HAVEN'T
FORGOTTEN YOU. APPLE.

I ’m faraway. l2"s wondeiful.

And I'm in love.

I've already been gone six months.
With Darius time flies.

We've found a home.
I ’m busy fixing it up.

Now I ’m in the South.
Darius is here on business.

We ’re near the desen‘,
there are no postcards,

but I'll write you a shon‘ note anyway.

Since getting here, I've had
a strange feeling about my body.

Because of Darius, of course,

and being far away from everything
you feel a biz‘ difi'eren2‘.

Amongst the veiled women
lfeel more nude than nudity itself

I ’m getting closer to my body.

I ’m me. More than before.

Inside me I've new desires,
a biz‘ mysterious.

Have the sun madly.

Give me a child

Hey, give me a child.

I ’m used to being alone.

Sometimes it weighs on me,

especially since...

Once, lhad an afiair
with a naval ofiicer.

lliked him at firsz‘. A sailor.

He didn '2‘ take care of me or the kids,
but he shock me up.

He just jumped on me,
and did it well.

He na vigated and came and went.

Then I realised na vy men
are militaty men.

No, he wasn’2‘ a man for me.

l2"s not easy to have a lover
when you have two kids nexz‘ door.

But he awoke me from a sleep
in which I wasn '2‘ a woman or an yfhing.

Afier our shon‘ afiair
I became a woman.

A woman alone.

Such a yearning to be a couple.

l2"s happened. I ’m married.

Darius is so pleased

Besides, I ’m pregnant.

And I I0 ve pan‘ies.

Yet the exchange of rings
is quite poetic.

The odours of ceremony
and sperm in unison.

l2"s I702‘ baa’. Well, lliked i2‘.

Morning.

That's for me!

- It's not a card.
- No, it's a letter.

No news for me from my son?

- Here's a card.
- Thanks.

‘Suzanne, what a trip!

'I'm high! I'm flying!

‘It's love! It's the Orient!

‘To be continued.
No postcards in the desert!

‘Your Flying-Carpet Apple!‘

- Writing?
- Hello, Mrs Armick.

Apple, you're so faraway.

l2"s impossible to picture you,
it's just too exotic.

I ’m a biz‘ down.

Mathieu fractured his leg.
I was afraid. ..

Watch the angel-leap!

I was in a panic.
Mathieu was sufiering, and so was I.

Thankfully a doctor was on board.

He and his wife took charge
and drove us to a hospital.

He looked nice.
I ’a’ noticed him on the boaz‘.

The sfnped-shin‘ zype,
always taking pictures.

And when he put Mathieu in his car,
and spoke to me...

- Is your leg OK?
- It hurts. I feel sick.

Something happened.
I don '2‘ know what.

I work at Family Planning.

Oh, it's you. I often send women to you.
I'm a paediatrician.

His smile made me
want to lo ve him at once.

But he ’s not free. l2"s already over.

A sentimental lez‘-down.

lmusz‘ seem a provincial to you
with yourArabian Nigh2‘s lo ve sfoiyl

But I ’m writing all the same.

My hean"s being put through the mill.
But we 7] manage.

Love from us all,

Suzanne.

He came by ofien
to see Ma2‘hieu’s cast.

He also saw to Marie's tonsils,

and would have gladly seen
to my solitude.

Why not change subjects

and snap a shot of the victim
persecuted by women?

Don't worry, I'll get my revenge.

If you don't like what we've drawn,
ask for a new cast.

I think he's sexy like that!

Poor darling.

N02‘ since Jerome has anyone
looked at me like Pierre Aubanel does.

The kids adore him.
But it's no good.

l2"s no good. I don’2‘ want to lo ve him.
I want to be comfon‘ea’.

Dearest Suzanne

i2"s silly to be sad.

Forgez‘ your married doctor
and find another man you like, quickly!

If possible, lez‘ me know by cable.

A thousand Persian kisses
to all three of you!

I walk through the streets.

The women's world
is in the markets and hammams.

The men is world
is in the streets and cafes.

They're like two separate worlds.

The idea of the couple is hit hard.

I've been asking myself questions

and writing songs again.

Here It's hard not to become
a mystic or senile.

On the bridges of Isfahan:
Jolfa, Khaju and Choobi.

She said, "What?"
He said, "Yes."

She said, "Do that to me on JoIfa."
He said, "Do everything to me on Khaju."

I forget Choobi.

That you, love?

Yes, it's me.

You OK?

Want some watermelon?

Like it?

Is dinner ready?

Not yet. I haven't finished my work.

You could've done something.

I haven't finished this yet!

Write your songs while I'm at work.

You have the time.

Iwrite when I'm inspired.

I think I've been trapped
in a doll’s house

with my melon-tumm y
and lo ver-husband.

I ’m acting stariy-eyed but it's not me.

Ana’ the Iranian liberal
I ’a’ known in France,

the open-minded guy,
feminist in his own wa y,

Darius in Iran,

once he’a’ got me on the hook

has become what he wanted to be -
a traditional husband.

I know I didn't marry a cook,

but even so...

That‘ did it‘.

I2‘ was either arguments or long silences.

As I cook up a local stew, I ’m fuming.

I bitch and moan,

a biz‘ dazed and a biz‘ happy,

totally confused by this devil
kicking inside me

that we await with lo ve.

I think it's better
ifl have the baby in France.

We have very good doctors here!

I know,

but it's the surroundings...
and for my mother.

- Been here long?
- No. I didn't want to interrupt.

Just a second.

- Come and see me when you want.
- Bye, madam.

Call me Suzanne.

A doctor's daughter
who couldn't ask him for the pill.

- Classic case.
- Going home?

- Once I've tidied up here.
- We could go for a walk...

before going home.

No more married men for me.

Never.

- So that's it.
- Yes.

My children's papers read
"father unknown". That cost me a lot.

- It's not a question of children.
- I know.

I'm free.

But I'm fed up with married men.

-OK?
-Gmm.

Pity we don't see Pierre any more.
We had a bet on my first pair of shoes.

- What?
- After removing my cast,

whoever said "new shoes" first,
would win. Pity!

You'd surely have won. Pity!

Why doesn't Pierre drop by anymore?

You're both well
and he has a lot of work.

For Suzanne things were clear,
though difl'icul2‘.

Apple finally awoke to see

an Iran difi'erent from her dream
of a tale of lo ve in an Oriental setting.

She lived in an impossible land.

She had to flee on the only carpet
flying for her.‘ a return flight,

to an active, fousled life of music.

The danger lay in Darius
who she loved so much.

I'm not blaming you,

but I won't be back. That's all.

We'll talk when I get to France.

It's due on the 20th?

Keep me informed.
I'll leave here on the 18th.

It's funny. It's an odd shape.
It's pretty.

Suits you fine.
Watch, they wear it like this.

SpoonfuI's of caviar! Want some?

It's too salty.

Come taste it, kids!

They're beautiful!

Very!

I don't like it.
Give me the cape.

- Can I borrow the cape?
- For camping.

Stop teasing!

- We'll show it to the Tourneaus!
- Give it.

No, I won't.

Don't come back too late!

I feel I've nothing to tell you.
Or too much.

I'll tell you something!

If you don't like caviar,
it's a treat for me.

You look good.

I'm glad we'll be together
for your first baby.

We'll have fun.

You know what I often recall?

The way their eyes
looked at me in Jér6me's yard,

while that cop talked to you.

I'll never forget that cop's face!

I will. The cop, the details...
I've forgotten them a bit.

Do you talk to the kids about Jéréme?

Not much, there's not a lot to say.
He wasn't very real.

I wish you'd tell them
how good he was with them.

Marie blames him and Mathieu
can't understand his suicide.

- You told them?
- Without stressing the details.

As for me, after the shock,
I blocked it all out.

His gentleness, his anxiety,
the fatalism, the silence.

It all made me think,
"Careful don't you slip."

For me it's different. I loved him.

We were happy in our own way.

The misery came later,
when I was alone, without him.

It took me years to resurface.

With men, it wasn't easy for me.
I was uptight.

I mean, things didn't go too well.

- For a long time?
- Yes.

And your married doctor?

Pierre? I said no.
I want a man who's free.

You'd like him.

You could see him.
He's our best paediatrician.

Let's have him come here.

And I'll go out.

No way to avoid my mum.
She wants to be here for my first kid.

Since she's alone, she's...

- You see what I mean!
- Yes.

- When's Darius arriving?
- Tomorrow.

- Glad?
- Yes.

But we'll have a scene
and I hate scenes.

Maybe not. Does your mum know him?

Not yet. Oh, she'll tell him
about my childhood,

the made-up choir trip...

I was horrible to them.

But I wanted the money
for you for Switzerland!

I never told you or a soul,

but I never went to Switzerland.

Jéréme had sold a camera,

plus I had your money.

When I saw it all,
I thought of the rent and our debts.

I paid them instead.

I saw the St Séverin woman
who used a probe on me.

And that Tuesday you pretended
you'd been in Switzerland!

I had to. But it wasn't over.

I had complications.

And had to go to a hospital.

I'd look the kids in
and go in the mornings.

There were complications.

I can't have children any more.

Did Pierre know?

I told him. Why do you ask?

No reason.

What a mess!

We needed money so badly.
And I forget the rest.

When I think of what I told you earlier.

Think only of your kid.

I'm just selfish. I wanted

to talk to you, to cry with you.

Sharing is good.

Never mind! We'll have it together.

And have fun!

As for so many women,

labour forApple was a big moment.

Eyes shining and hean‘ pounding,

she gave bin‘h to a boy
in the blaze of day.

Let me have him for a bit.
Go and lie down.

You've given me a wonderful son!

Yes, my love.

Parviz is a nice name.

It's my father's.

And Guillaume to please Apple.

GuiIIaume's a good second name,
isn't it?

What a bouncing baby!

Yes, indeed!

Come in!

Hello, doctor.

Congratulations to you all!

- I came earlier than planned.
- Good.

The sooner you see him,
the sooner you'll say he's a success!

Here they reckon he's pretty good.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Since Apple came, my life's changed.

Mine too. I got divorced.

- When?
- Yesterday.

I don't know what to say.

There's nothing to say.

What about my baby?

Don't worry,
I'll examine him thoroughly.

I'll go now.
You can tell me all later. Bye!

It's really too easy.

The lady sees a foreigner she likes
and off we go on a big exotic trip!

A baby's born,
she keeps it and sends the dad home!

You speak good French.

But you didn't learn
even 20 Iranian words!

You'll wake Guillaume.

What could I do?
I understood no one.

My sister speaks French.
Badly, but...

You could come with me.

I did! For months!
To watch you work!

Meanwhile, I had no offers
or contacts at all!

Look, I was a singer before we met.

You were sick of it.

Yes, on that day,
the day you asked me to go away.

Don't mix up the baby with your career.
They're separate.

You took me for a fool
worth no more than some sperm.

I don't like that.

I won't allow it.

I'm the head of the family!

You wanted marriage and a baby.
He has my name. I live in Iran.

I'm taking my son.
Come if you want. That's it!

That's it?

I won't come.

My dumpIing's hungry!

It's coming, it's coming.

Find him a wet nurse.

Or we'll bottle-feed him.

It takes two weeks to wean a baby.

I'll wait two weeks.
In any case, my boss will sack me.

It's so strong,
the feeling of having made a baby.

Ask Suzanne.

I was there when he came.

But you were in such a panic
you didn't help much.

Even so, I was glad you were there.

Birth is so violent and savage.

You feel like the baby's you.

Now you can take him if you want to.
Be the boss, be responsible,

make the decisions.

I love this baby as much as I love you.

I love this baby as much as I love you.

So what are we going to do?

I don't know.

I've got a great idea!

Give me another child.
That way we'll each have one.

But how?

VVhen?

Are you mad?

We can't even live with this one.
I've got to leave in two weeks!

Just stay a while till I've rested up.

Then, nice and gently,
you make me another baby.

That's madness!

It won't work.
I never heard such a thing!

It's beyond unconventional.

It's utopian.

Think about it.

It'd be better if you came to Iran.

Darius, that's over!

No more false images or clichés.
It's over!

If you love me,

do it and we'll each have a child.

You're crazy.

No, for once I'm being realistic.

Maybe you are.

Coming?

Let me have him.

He's not a problem,
it's just all the rest.

If you change your mind, let me know.

Of course.

Now what?

I don't know where I'm going.

I don't like leaving you or Suzanne.

I'll stay three months. It's settled.

You'll be OK alone,
the two of you. The three of you!

It'll be our grand finale.

Don't be so dramatic. Come on.

I do what I can. Not much, but I try.

I ’m back with the group lsang with.

We're revamping our battle song.

Once you've both left, I'll go and live
with the women in the group.

It's in the country.
My life will be fresh air and music.

You say it all so calmly.

Yeah, because you promised me
a second kid.

Not so fast, it's not done yet!

No, I can feel it. And it'll be a girl.

I love you.

I love you too. Even if we're
the best flop of the century.

Ana’ Darius returned to Iran
with five-month-old Parviz.

From the airpon‘, a 2‘ean‘ul Apple
senz‘ Suzanne a postcard

l2"s over. Farewell, sun.

I've losz‘ a man and a child.

I'll do my best.

We're going on tour.
I ’m pregnant.

I ’m happy and unhappy. Apple.

N02‘ Diana

Nor a devil

Nor a dove

lam woman

lam me

N02‘ a mascot

Nor a despot

Nor an old pot

lam woman

lam me

Come and hear us tonight.

In the concert hall at nine o'clock!

I've made you a nice little fire!

Hey, Granny,
how about taking an interest?

I feel low.
I know nothing about cars anyway.

You think we're qualified mechanics?

I ’m getting tired of winter.

Cold feet, icy halls,

my hean‘ in my mouth,
sick to my stomach. ..

Well, the nausea has stopped

I ’m glad the days are getting longer.

Work’s going well.
The Orchids and I get along fine.

I2‘ really is the good life.

When you're alone it's odd.

Happy or noz‘, you have
the same gestures, the same face.

Yez‘ I ’m veiy ha,0,0J’-

I sa w Pierre A ubanel again.
We get along fine.

I think of him 0 ver my cofiee,

alter the pool in the morning
and before going to the Centre,

alone at noon as usual.
The kids eaz‘ at school.

He stays in Toulon.

I feel calm and dreamy.

What a lo vely month of March.

Can you give me a lift?

Hi! What's your name?

Zorro.

Zorro? That's a great name!

Hi!

So his mum walked out
and left him in your hands?

Yes.

You're a single father, then.

Yeah, a single father.

Poor little dumplingl

It's OK, it's rolling.

Little snowball!

When you're almost a mother

You have to think for two

Pregnancy is fleeting

What do you have to do for a daughter
As soon as she's born

So that she has no disadvantages

What do you have to do
to educate a son

Before he's born

When you're almost a mother

You have to think for two

Pregnancy is fleeting

You have to take the bull by the horns

Ana’ the road as it comes, step by step

In vent everything from A to Z

And not be afraid

When you live in an atomic era,
you must educate the chromosomes

Educate them before they become

Men

Pregnancy is fleeting

WHERE ARE YOU? PIERRE AND I
ARE GETTING MARRIED.

TENDERLY. SUZANNE.

Where are the scissors?

On my dresser.

No, by my bed.

Is it to cut your hair or your fingernails?

- It's for Mum's wedding. You'll see.
- Lover man!

Polish your shoes. They need it!

Sailors mean good luck!

Long live the bride!

Look at that wedding dress!

Let's go! We look cheap!

Like a common-law couple.

- Not common at all!
- What are you complaining about?

We look bohemian!

- Who cares?
- You don't?

Hardly at all.

But we have to have a wedding photo.

You've got to be in it!

Group pictures make you look silly.

Single?

Yes, and I've already
a child being raised.

I mustn't have another one.

No need to justify yourself.
You don't want it or you can't keep it.

You see, I'm a waitress in a restaurant.

So I meet guys from time to time.

Maybe it's time you took the pill?

After I scuttle this one.

You say "scuttIe"?

Yes.

Mum, I need you
to sign a paper for me.

I'll be right back.
Besides, Elise is here.

Was the wedding good?

Great!
Quick and easy, kind of incognito.

It was cool. And Mum loved it.

- Did you have a party?
- No bourgeois frills.

We listened to records
and played Scrabble. Really cool!

Anne, come and look!

- So why did they get married?
- I don't know.

Maybe because of his patients.

I think that's...

If he's a nice guy, it's OK.

I'd ratherjust live with a guy.
There's no rush.

And no kids before I'm 25!

What are you doing? We're waiting!

- Calm down! I don't like bossy women.
- Women's Lib will win.

Whether you like it or not, pal.

DOMESTIC WAYS

A double shifl‘ she's working

Poor Mama

l2"s exhausting

And it's underpaid

Friedrich Engels once did say

That in the families of foda y

The bourgeois is the man,
the proletarian is the woman

He was right

Daddy Engels

We can think about the problems

Wi2‘h people we lo ve, to solve them

We can daydream about if

And then acz‘ and then change

Want a drink? I'm thirsty.

Wait, don't move.

What's wrong?

Marie's not in yet.
She didn't say a word to me.

Let her be.
She needs to have a few secrets.

Why? I never kept her from going out.

You're her mother. That's enough.

So I tie her down?

Should I let her run wild
and keep my trap shut?

Remember your talk
about sexual oppression of the young.

And how women
must make their own decisions.

She's heard all that.

That's true.
And she's heard too much about the pill.

She might get pregnant out of spite.

She's a clever girl. Leave her alone.

You think I'm a nag?

No. A mum.

- You want to be a Chinese interpreter?
- Maybe.

Depending on what?

I never decide in advance.
I want to be sure.

You're sure of yourself
right here and now?

Not too sure.

- Besides, the moment's too typical.
- Typical?

A boy, a girl, night, hugs, all that...

- You're a feminist like your mother?
- Yes.

- Seriously?
- Enough not to fall for your schemes.

We don't always scheme.
We're often sincere.

- You OK?
- I'm OK.

- What are you scared of?
- I'm scared. Are you glad?

Shit! You've never slept with a guy.

- Right.
- Want to or not?

- I want to be sure I want to.
- Aren't you free?

When a guy asks a girl that,

it means will she sleep with him
as soon as he whistles.

There's no hurry!

- So I'll wait.
- That's it. You wait.

If a child

I ’m willing to hatch

If one day

We have a hot lo ving-match

It'll be a child of lo ve

It'll be good, it'll be right

We 7] reproduce

Wi2‘h passion

But if for reasons I hide or show

My lo ve for you doesn '2‘ stan‘ a glow

Nor an heir in me

l2"s because lo ve is sufi7'cien2‘

To both our lives as happy lovers

My body is mine

My body is mine

See you, Frangois! Bye, Zorro!

See you soon!

Bye, girls!

80 went the river and chance friends,

as well as the tour.

Apple wrote new songs

and quietly awaited her new child.

From one paste restante to the nexz‘,
she got few postcards from Suzanne.

I2‘ made her want to see her all the more.

This is Micou.

Joelle.

Now we'll sing one called
The Bubble Woman.

To sing it, we strap on bumps,

except for her who's got a real one.

When you have a swollen tummy,

it causes various reactions.

Oh, it's good to be a bubble

l2"s beautiful

To be a balloon

A workshop for molecules

A beautiful ovule

A cell facfoiy

A my fat fish

Your song's ambiguous.
It also suits the "right to Iife" movement.

You make women who don't want
to have kids feel guilty.

I don't say "have kids".

I say when you're pregnant
you should feel things yourself

and not listen to the Church or the State.

I use various images of women
to show how I feel and sing about it!

Oh, it's good to be a faz‘ dream

l2"s beautiful to be a balloon

A green free loaded with sap

A rising loaf of bread

A cookie filled with a fon‘une

A harvest

l2"s good to be a ball

l2"s beautiful to be a balloon

Like a sofl‘ and downy hen

l2"s like flowing milk

Like a pigeon cooing

To her nestling

Oh, it's good to be a woman

l2"s beautiful

To be a balloon

A body made of fire and flame

A body and soul

A peaceful body, a deep nesz‘

A song

Afienxvards, Suzanne's life
continued at the pool,

the Women '5 Centre and her home.

- How are you, Mrs Aubanel?
- Can't I live my own life?

In spite of her lefiisz‘
daughters sarcasm,

Suzanne felz‘ at ease in marriage

afier so many years as a social misfiz‘.

She and Pierre opened
a baby swimming programme.

Their marriage also meant
working together

Meanwhile, Apple
gave bin‘h a second time

in pain and exalfation
to a girl named Suzanne.

She went on tour again
with The Orchids.

They all raised the baby
and had fun with her.

Apple rolled along, living her life.

When she had a boyfriend

she quickly saw
if he was her kind of man or just a man.

She lived with the group, yet alone.

Alone with little Suzanne, Darius’ gifl‘.

In summer two years later,

for once Suzanne and Apple met again
without a tragedy, bin‘h or panic.

For once if was a holiday
with friends in a big rented house.

They laughed, ate, went walking

and played music.

And they looked at old photos
the y’a’ brought specially.

They compared pictures,
talked and debated

Apple was proud of Suzanne

who had lots of aunts
and a few uncles instead of a father.

A true family.

She dreamt of the day
Darius would also come on holiday

with Parviz Guillaume
and no doubt a new wife and child.

Apple was still as optimistic as ever.

Marie had changed. She was 17
and had a boyfriend, Theodore,

whom she called Theoduddy,
her close buddy.

Joelle and Micou hadn '2‘ changed.

Frangois the Firsz‘, who 2‘hey’a’ met
in Bobign y, was now living with Doudou.

A2‘ times he went on tour with them.

Zorro, son of Frangois ll,

clipped and classed by school,
still lived with his single-father dad.

They were always together
in the school holidays.

Marie was in her lasz‘ year of school
and still wanted to learn Chinese.

She also wanted to be
a photographer, like her father

Apple felz‘ good.

She loved
the sofl‘ summer fwilights by the lake.

Mathieu had changed.

At times he was shy
or else veiy trusting in Pierre,

who truly suited Suzanne,
a patient, passionate woman.

For her he was proof
she '0’ led her life well.

All was going well for her.
For them.

Also, she loved to see and know
Apple was now coherent and content

afier struggling so hard
with others and herself

Their friendship was veiy sound.

True, they were difi'eren2‘.

One sang, the other didn '2‘.

Yez‘ they were alike.

The y’a’ fought to gain
the happiness of being a woman.

Maybe their optimistic fl'gh2‘
could help others.

Like Marie,
who was becoming a woman.

No one thought
it would be easier for her,

but perhaps simpler, clearer.