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"Don't you believe that you can die of a broken heart?

The other day you told me you had loved.

What has the world came to?

You must despise women who take you as you are...

...to take you in their arms...

...the lovers kiss lingering on their lips."

You must despise women who take you as you are...

...banishing a lover to take you in their arms...

...the lover's kiss lingering on their lips.

It needs a bit more work.

It's work in progress.

It's not quite there yet.

Do you want to come on the boat or are you staying here?

- Okay. - I think perhaps...

Because...

I've only got the boat for one day.

Porquerolles is a lovely spot.

- But we have to... - I'll bring her back this evening.

We'll wait for you.

You must be hot in that!

We'll wait for you. Get dressed quickly.

- I'll bring her back later. - Make sure you do, and not too late.

These holiday camps are still as strict as ever.

Is it lunch time?

Come on, Suzanne.

I'll bring her back to you.

Don't forget your book.

I've got it. I'll rehearse on the boat.

TO OUR LOVES

Look at her.

My sister's beautiful.

Don't, Suzanne! You don't know what you're doing.

You're too proud! You'd better watch out.

- What? - You're 16 and you don't believe in love.

Do you believe in it?

Hey, Suzanne, come back up.

The water's lovely.

It's a lovely spot.

- How long did you hire it for? - Just a day.

On ne badine pas avec l'amour.

"We have toyed with life and death but our hearts are pure.

Spare Rosette. I'll atone by finding her a husband.

She's young. She'll be rich and happy.

What is it, Camille?

She's dead. Farewell, Perdican."

You can't say it like that. I don't know. It's more...

Look at that little house.

Over there?

Shall we go there?

- Have you got stage fright for tonight? - Yes.

O, God.

When I came here, I swore I'd be faithful to you.

Why have you forsaken me?

Why do you make truth itself lie?

I can no longer pray.

Pride.

Why have you come between this girl and me?

See how pale she is, how she trembles. She could have loved me.

We were made for one another.

Who followed me? Who is speaking under this vault?

Is it you, Perdican?

Foolish as we are...

...we love one another.

Which one of us tried to betray the other?

Life is so painful...

...and happiness a rare pearl in the deepest ocean.

We might be children...

...but we are not here to play.

We love one another.

Yes, we love one another, Perdican.

This God who watches over us will never forsake us.

He wants me to love you.

He has known of my love for 15 years.

Camille...

...are you mine?

That was Rosette.

Oh, my God.

Don't make a murderer of me.

We're just two foolish children. We have toyed with life and death.

But spare Rosette.

I will find her a husband to atone for my mistake.

She is young. She will be rich and happy.

Come.

What is it?

She is dead.

Farewell, Perdican.

- What the hell are you doing? - Listen...

I've brought you some grub.

And Charline's dessert. Look...

It got a bit squashed while I was carrying it.

- What's Charline doing? - She's down at the harbor.

- And Solange? - At the harbor with the others.

It's annoying that the supervisors won't let us swim.

Imagine if they could see us now.

Are you coming?

- This is nice, isn't it? - Yes.

What's wrong?

- Don't you fancy me anymore? - Why do you say that?

You're pouring with sweat.

It's not that nice here.

- I feel like I'm pestering you. - You're not pestering me.

But I'm sick of hiding.

It's not that easy. What if we get caught?

I don't see enough of you anymore.

- If there's another guy, tell me. - No! Don't be stupid.

You know very well there's no one else.

But it's not my fault.

I'm not free to go out when I want.

You heard what the director said.

Anyway, I don't feel well.

What's that?

It's beautiful.

I'm going to have to go.

I can't get it to stay on my head.

- You'll have to cut your hair. - Cut my hair just for that?

Look at mine. It's short.

It has to be.

Normally it's a bit longer.

So pretty. The more I look, the prettier you are.

Thank you.

You've got lovely eyes.

- Hello. - Hello.

Do you speak French? Do you speak English?

My French is bad, isn't it?

Can I get you something to drink?

- A Coke, please. - A Coke.

- How are you? - I'm okay.

- You're okay? - Yes, I'm okay.

My French is... bad.

- Do you speak English? - Yes.

- A little? - Yes.

Have you seen the time? Let's go.

We're going back to sleep.

Bring her back to the camp.

- Do you like the navy? - The navy?

The navy, soldiers...

On the surface.

I don't like the military.

Don't mention it. It's free.

What's wrong?

I slept with the American boy.

Are you going to tell Luc?

I didn't know what I was doing.

- Are you scared he'll be angry? - Terrified.

I'm sick of this.

- Look, there he is. - Shall I leave you?

No, definitely not.

- Are you going to go and say hello? - I don't dare.

Anyway, he's seen me. If he wants to speak to me, he'll come over.

- Maybe he doesn't dare. - He knows very well what he's doing.

The bastard is pretending he hasn't seen me.

- I'd go over if I were you. - I'm not going.

- Then you'd know. - It's horrible.

It's really annoying.

Look at him. Stupid asshole.

Come on.

It was amazing when he kissed me.

I didn't know what I was doing, I forgot where I was.

I can't explain it. It all happened so quickly.

Then once it was all over, he said, "Thanks a lot".

- Do you know what I replied? - No.

You're laughing but it's not funny.

I replied, "Don't mention it. It's free".

- Did he understand? - I think so. At least, I hope so.

- Do you regret it? - No, but I shouldn't have done it.

How would you feel if your father saw me here?

I don't know. I'd be embarrassed.

But it would be my mother he'd shout at.

- Why doesn't she kick me out then? - It's not that.

She turns a blind eye to us so that I'll turn a blind eye to what she does.

- Does it bother you that she has a guy? - Why should it?

- She's no spring chicken anymore. - I know but...

Have you seen the creeps she pulls?

Don't be rude.

I'd be happy to look like her at that age.

True, she's not bad.

All the same, it's funny.

I couldn't judge my parents like that.

- Why? - I don't know.

I can't imagine them having a life...

...separately, before they met...

...with brothers and sisters.

It sounds crazy, but... I don't know.

My father won't go back to Poland.

He was too unhappy there.

He's even forgotten the language.

Where did your parents meet?

When they arrived in France, they were happy for the first time ever.

Isn't that beautiful?

I don't know...

Are you asleep?

It's me.

- What lessons did you have today? - Math, physics, and English.

- What a drag. - I'm so tired.

- I was up all night reading. - Come to bed then.

- You're at it again! - Your mom will wonder what we're up to.

She doesn't even know we're in the same class.

I'm sleepy.

I'm exhausted too.

- This is nice. - Move over a bit.

- Don't snuggle up like that. - You're such a pain!

You've got plenty of room. It's a big bed.

All the same...

I want a smoke.

- Have you got any? - Yes. I'll get them.

My father's here.

Martine. What are you two up to? Don't you have classes, Suzanne?

No.

We're relaxing.

- Hey, Dad! - I've finished my lessons.

Martine thinks you're cute. She thinks you have nice eyes.

- Don't be dumb. - Shall I join you in the bed?

- There's no room. - You should be more responsible.

- Oh, I forgot to tell you. - What?

Oh, but you... I went out with your brother.

No way? Did you really?

It was nothing, but promise me you won't say anything.

He seemed quite serious. He made me swear not to tell you.

You're a brave girl!

- It only lasted five minutes, not long. - Five minutes!

Ten minutes...in the afternoon.

- You won't say anything, will you? - No.

Don't tell me you're going out again.

I mentioned it yesterday. You're covering for me until two.

I can stay until four if you like.

Two should be fine. It's just a union meeting.

A union meeting?

- Let me see that. - Okay.

Make sure it matches up.

They might at least unpick it.

I'll help you with the sleeves.

I read that thing you gave me yesterday. It's not bad.

- Do you really think so? - Yes, it's not bad this time.

I take my hat off to people who can write dialogue like that.

I don't think I could do it. You're talented.

I took my inspiration from one hell of a character.

I should get paid royalties then.

You see? You can't do these things on your own.

Didn't you find it a bit too sad?

Listen, for now all that matters...

...is whether you can go on to write longer pieces...

...with a storyline. That's what's important.

It's a question of concentration. I'm not very focused yet.

I've seen you write. You spend hours on three lines. I couldn't do that.

That's because you're thinking about fur.

It's not fur I'm thinking about.

- Bye. - Does mom know where you're going?

- What? - Does mom know where you're going?

Mom always knows everything.

It's great.

Look, I think it's over.

- Where have you been? - At Solange's.

- I was worried. - That would be a first.

- Is Robert here? - He's in his room.

- Hi. Okay? - Hi. What do you want?

Let's do that. I'll call you tomorrow evening.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye.

Bye, Geraldine.

- Bye, Betty. - Stay for dinner.

No, no, no. Tomorrow.

- I have to go. - Next time, then.

You're always welcome.

Goodbye.

- Look. Do you know this painting? - Yes.

It's sensual, isn't it?

Yes, it's Bonnard.

- Can't you stay? - No, we're leaving.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

Pity.

Hey, Dad.

Friends are coming for me later.

Solange and two boys. Can I go out to the cinema with them?

- What is this nonsense? - It's not nonsense.

- Do you know these boys? - The boys? No.

- Are you going out at night now? - No, not at night.

I'm just having friends over and seeing a film.

It's hardly a night out.

Be a good girl and cancel it right away. Do you hear me?

Why do you have to wait until the evening to hurt me?

You leave me alone all day and at 8pm I'm not allowed to do anything.

- That's just the way it is. - What sort of answer is that?

Anyway, it's too late. I can't let them know now.

What's the harm? Roger, you can hardly throw them out.

I don't want to know, do you hear?

I can hardly just throw them out when they come.

Next time you pull a fast one on me, Suzanne, I'll throttle you.

- Hey! - Are you out of your mind?

I'm sick of you fucking around all the time like this.

- You do this to me every evening. - Not her head!

- He's too much! - I'll smack her head if I like.

Who does she think she is?

- Calm down. - He's a bully.

I won't stand for having the rug pulled out from under me!

- Say sorry. - Sorry for what?

- What do you mean? - For being rude.

When was she rude to me?

- Evening, all. - Bye, Claude.

Look, now I've bashed myself.

- I bet it's not like this in your home. - lt used to be.

- And? Were you on the receiving end? - Yes.

- Come and eat, Roger. - I'm coming.

- Be a darling. - What?

Lend me 5,000 francs.

You're a pain. It's my pocket money.

- I'll pay you back. It's for a poker game. - You better.

- Did you pay the concierge back? - Tomorrow.

I can't come tomorrow morning. I'm going to the dentist.

Goodbye.

Come on, eat.

- Who are you talking to? - I cook a meal and no one eats it.

She's worried about her figure. Are you wearing make-up again?

What did I say?

I didn't realize.

Robert?

- Robert! - Hang on. I'm coming!

That was my mother.

That was the doorbell.

- There's no towel in here. - Let's go up to my room.

Hello, Uncle.

Solange. Are you corrupting my daughter now?

No, we're just going to the cinema.

- What are you going to see? - I don't know.

- You don't even know which film? - No, not yet.

- Weren't you expecting me to ask? - No.

Go on, hurry up.

Shall we go?

Your dad asked what we were going to see.

I said I didn't know.

- Shall we go? - Come on, let's go.

- Not too late. I'm relying on you. - Midnight at the latest.

Here. Did you see her hair?

Did I see her hair? Why should I care about her hair?

She's growing up.

- We've been hanging around for an hour. - Go on up.

Was your father mad at you?

- Yes, he pissed me off. What's new? - Let's go.

- If you don't like it... - I can go, I know.

I could just leave.

- Shall we go over there? - Let's go to yours.

- I'd rather go to the cinema. - Come on.

- You're horrible. - Why am I horrible?

Bernard...

Do you realize all my friends say I'm mad to stay with you?

Honestly.

- Really? - I promise.

- They're just jealous. - No.

They say I'd be better off dumping you.

- Really? - Yes.

- Don't you fancy me? - Yes, I fancy you.

- As if you didn't know. - Well then?

- Come on, let's go to your place. - No.

You're doing your military service soon. Then we won't be able to see each other.

- As if you cared. - I'll be jealous.

- Really? - I hope you'll write to me.

- I don't know. - You've got a nerve.

You know, when I leave you at night...

...l sleep with whores and think about you.

- Does that bother you? - No.

- That was good, wasn't it? - Not bad.

- I'm dead. - Are you exhausted?

You make me laugh.

You're really exhausted.

I'm worn out.

To think...

The bastard!

Want some?

- What time do you call this? - I said midnight.

- It's one o'clock. - What difference does it make?

- Who's the boy? - Which boy?

Don't take me for a fool. What's his name?

- Bernard. - Bernard who?

- Bernard Trevis. - What does he do?

- His military service. - What's his job?

He works with his uncle and he lives with his grandmother.

Do you intend to marry him?

- Can you see me getting married? - I don't know. What do you do with him?

What do you mean? I'm going out with him. That's all.

Going out with a guy doesn't mean...

...you have to marry him, you know.

You look exhausted. Why don't you go to bed?

All hell will break loose with your mother if you're not up on time.

I'm off to bed. I'm exhausted.

Right, good night.

- What's wrong with your eye? - What?

It's gone yellow.

- Yellow? - I swear, it's gone yellow.

What are you talking about? The whites of my eyes are all white.

You've changed these last few weeks, you know.

- I've changed? - Yes.

- How have I changed? - I don't know.

- You don't smile much anymore. - Me?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

I don't know, you used to smile at least ten times as much.

That was only one or two months ago.

- You seem bored. - No, I'm not bored.

I'm not bored, but...

- You're just imagining things. - No, no.

I know you. You're so secretive you'd never tell me anyway.

- There's nothing. - Listen...

- Honestly. - You changed a month ago.

- A month? - Yes.

Why didn't you say anything before?

- We don't talk much. - That's not a good reason.

You're the one who's changed. You seem sad.

I'm not sad, I'm tired.

- Have you seen how hard you work? - I think I'm going to leave you.

- Leave us? - Yes.

- Where are you going to go? - That's my business.

What about us? Have you thought about us?

Well...

Believe it or not, I have thought about it.

You've got your brother. He'll look after you.

A brother is not enough.

There comes a day when you can't take any more.

That day has come for me.

Have you had enough of this place?

There comes a day...

...when you've had enough, yes.

Is it because you've got a mistress?

- That's why people leave. - That's right.

- Would that bother you? - Just a bit.

- Why should you care? - You're my father, after all.

So what? I'm your father, but that's all.

Fine, but...

I can't imagine you with another woman.

- I never said there was one. - Okay.

I can't imagine you leaving either.

But this evening I imagined you with Bernard Trevis.

- Really? - Yes.

Don't you think parents have any imagination?

Aren't you sick of your Bernard Trevis?

No, I wouldn't be with him otherwise.

- So you're with him, are you? - No, but...

I would never have gone to the cinema with him.

Why don't parents and children ever talk about that?

- Talk about what? - About that.

You've only got one left.

When did you lose the other one?

- You used to have two dimples. - Yes, I know.

- Where's the other one gone? - I don't know.

It had had enough too. It left.

You live with someone every day and you don't even notice these things.

But don't worry, with the one that's left and those fangs...

...you'll pull through. Go on, go to bed.

Good night.

At least we had a good talk for once.

- Night. - Night.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Keeping cool? - Yes.

- A coffee? - Yes, a coffee, please.

- Are you expecting anyone? - No.

You're out of luck. Today I have to work.

Hello, Suzanne.

Reading anything good?

Boris Vian - L'Arrache-coeur. Is it any good?

Yes, that's why I'm reading it.

What's it about?

That would spoil it.

- Am I stopping you from reading? - No, I'm in no hurry.

- Are you ditching school? - No, I'm just out for a walk.

I was waiting for a friend. Shall I keep you company?

Yes, if you like.

You looked bored just now, all alone.

I'm not bored. I'm depressed. It's not the same.

You mustn't be depressed.

- Has something upset you? - No.

You have a beautiful smile. You must hear that often.

Yes, since I was three years old.

I know it's not very original.

- But it's true. - Really? Thank you.

Suzanne, Dad's left us.

Time to get up, Suzanne. You'll be late.

There's no need to blind me like that.

You left the lamp on all night again.

- It's obvious you're not paying the bill. - Leave me alone.

Why can't you wear a nightdress?

It's disgusting to sleep like that.

- Why is it disgusting? - It's not proper.

Hurry up or you'll be late.

- Okay, Richard? What are you doing? - Math.

Here. I'm revising.

- I had a strange dream last night. - Really?

I was walking in the underground.

Someone grabbed my arm, really hard.

I turned round and it was Luc.

He said, "Now you've been fucked silly, bitch...

...it's my turn to fuck you."

He gripped me and pulled me towards him.

- Then I woke up. - It's your hormones.

It's the first dream I've had about him for months.

- Are you working? - Yes.

Suzanne, the manager fancies you.

You must be joking! That fat pig?

Whereas Richard...

I don't think he can decide between you and me.

Look who's here.

Have you got five minutes? I want to talk to you.

Where are we going?

Did you see that? Unbelievable.

Speak of the devil.

I'm off. I'm going to see.

She's unbelievable. It's like she's in heat at the moment.

She says that with him...

- Were you surprised to see me again? - Yes. I still am.

- Did you try to find me? - Yes.

I phoned your house several times.

I never dared speak.

- Let me kiss you. - No, don't.

- Let me kiss you, Suzanne. - Stop it.

Have you got nothing to say to me?

Did you only come here to sleep with me?

You came here to sleep with me because I've been with other men.

I've slept with other men but I'll never sleep with you. Do you hear me?

You're nothing but a bastard.

- Is that your final word? - Yes, it's my final word.

- Have you got nothing else to say? - No.

What the hell did I do wrong?

I'll tell you what you did.

You disgust me.

I'm going.

Are you sure...?

Luc, don't stay here.

Come on.

I wish I wasn't like this, but...

- I can never switch my brain off. - lt didn't seem like that just now.

- That was different. - What was different?

It's hardly a gift.

Better to forget everything, don't you think?

You're hairy.

- Don't you like that? - Yes. I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Really?

It's not very nice having no one to love.

It's not that I don't love anyone.

I adore my father.

A lot of good that does me...

All the same, it scares me.

I don't know, I feel as if I have a cold heart.

Have you never fallen in love with a boy?

Yes.

- Why aren't you with him? - I don't know. It's my fault.

I didn't know what I was doing.

- Do you often think about him? - Sometimes.

I don't want to talk about him.

- I know what you need. - What?

Someone strong.

A master, someone to dominate you.

- I don't know. Maybe. - I'm sure of it.

- We'll see. - lt'll happen. You're still young.

I don't know. I often think it will never happen.

And another thing...

...when I meet a guy, I think of my father.

I ask myself questions. It's crazy.

I wonder if he'd like him, if he'd think he was a nice boy.

Personality-wise, I mean.

- You're a serious girl at heart. - Yes, if you like.

What are you doing?

Go to bed.

You're crazy to be working so late.

I'm going to my room.

Where the hell has she put it?

She really pisses me off.

Mom, where have you put the dress Martine gave me?

Where did you put the dress Martine gave me?

- In the bin. - You've got a nerve!

I've never seen anything like it.

Who said you could do that?

I'm dying to hit you.

I won't have my daughter looking like a whore.

That's the end of it. Don't argue!

Don't start, you two.

Tell her she should mind her own business.

This is my home.

She's always going through my things.

Where are the letters Bernard wrote to me?

- And the photos? - What letters?

What letters? Very funny.

Are you trying to make me angry?

Where are the letters? I want them. Give them to me.

Give me my letters. I want them.

I tore up your letters ages ago.

- What did you expect? - Stop it!

You tore up my letters? I want to slap you!

Give me my letters now!

Give them to me.

- Give me my letters... - Stop it!

Are you hitting your mother?

- Give me my letters! - You wish I was dead, eh?

You'll soon get what you want, bitch...

...because I'm sick of life.

Do you hear me?

I'd rather die.

Look how my children have turned out!

Stop fighting, you two.

- She pisses me off. - Look at the state of you.

You're driving me mad!

I'm going to end up dead! Dead! Do you hear me?

Calm down.

Calm down. Go to your room.

- Have you quite finished? - It's getting worse.

- Calm down. - I don't deserve this.

I want this to stop!

I've had enough.

This is a nuthouse!

Stop it!

Calm down!

Go away! Leave me alone!

- Get away from me. - Go and lie down.

- I'll make you some tea. - I'm not mad but I've had enough.

- Calm down. Do you want a cigarette? - Yes.

That was quite something. Sit down.

You say I'm the sick one, but look at you.

At least I don't hit people.

- Did you find Dad? - Have you tidied your room?

It's fine the way it is.

- Is Robert in? - No, he phoned.

- Is he eating with us? - He'll be back late tonight.

Okay.

It's alright for him. He only comes home to sleep.

He abandons us here like dogs.

- Haven't you noticed? - I know.

If it's like that, I'm off. I don't see why I should hang around.

- Where are you going? - I don't know. Away from here.

- Suzanne. - What?

- Do you want to make me ill? - Leave me alone.

- Tell me where you're going at least. - How can I if I don't know?

I'll see.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Who wants cheese? - Aren't you hungry, Suzanne?

Not too much. I'll get fat.

This is making me squint!

- Do you want a bit more? - Yeah.

- Some cheese? - Yeah.

- He's already got some. - We need to grate some more.

Hang on.

- Don't you want a plate, Suzanne? - We're off.

- Don't worry, there's enough to go round. - You'll be hungry later.

Don't you think?

Have you got any beer, Angelo?

- Careful. - There are eight of us.

Stop it!

This is going to end in tears.

You're annoying me!

Watch the cork.

Why don't we sing a song for dear...

- Angelo. - Yes!

An Italian song.

She's not going to give in.

No.

I'm exhausted.

- What about you? - I don't know.

Where are we going?

What are you doing?

Did I wake you?

It's not that late.

Go on, come round. No, that's not all I think about.

- Are you asleep? - What are you doing there?

- What's up? - l've come to annoy you for a bit.

- Let me sleep. - Am I disturbing you?

No.

I'm a bit exhausted.

- Martine doesn't like people sleeping. - I know.

- I didn't get any sleep last night. - What were you doing?

Guess. I spent the night listening to what was going on next door.

- You okay? - Yes.

- We're quits then. - What?

I'm sleeping with Suzanne after him.

Pass me a cigarette.

Thanks.

When do I get my turn?

- Well... - You have more luck than me.

- He's a creep. - How am I a creep?

- You're a creep. - What do the others have that I don't?

- Oh, you know... - Put that out for me.

Which of us do you want more?

- Well... - Are you leaving me?

- Scores to settle, eh? - What scores?

Excuse me. I'm off to find my man.

- Some people get all the luck. - Yes.

What are you doing?

- Do you want me to take you home? - I don't want to go home.

- When did you last go home? - I can't remember.

I bet you can.

Behave!

You seem to think about him a lot.

From time to time.

It's the past.

I remember...

...l was really mean to him.

I didn't realize.

- What was his name? - Luc.

- Was he good-looking? - Yes, he was certainly good-looking.

But good-looking guys, you know...

But he was alright.

You scared me.

Robert.

Robert!

You're going to pay for this, bitch!

There you go again.

Can't you see what you've done?

Can't you see the state your mother is in?

I'm sick of you. Go and say sorry.

- Leave me alone! - She's trying to kill me.

We're sick of you, you wretched girl! We've had enough.

Get down on your knees and say sorry.

It's your fault. I hate your guts.

I'm going to kill you for this.

My daughter is a monster.

- You're a monster. - Yes, alright, I'm a monster!

I'm a monster but that's no reason to piss me off.

I'll make you swallow your words.

You're a bastard. You're worse than her.

- I've done all I can to... - Take that back.

I got you a psychiatrist. It cost me a fortune.

- To hell with the psychiatrist. - Are you throwing a tantrum?

I did the painting for you...

...so that you'll stay with me because I love you.

- But you don't love me. - Calm down!

I love her but she doesn't love me.

Go to your room.

You've got me to answer to now.

You shouldn't have had kids. It was a stupid thing to do.

I sent her to a psychiatrist.

I've done everything I can.

I'm going. I'll be back around six.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting your aunt. We're going to clean the grave.

That's cheerful. As if Grandpa could care less.

- I'm not asking you to come. - Just as well. I wouldn't go.

Not until the day of your funeral.

Have you seen your hair? Go and get it done.

Who for?

- Your children, at least, and yourself. - Go and tidy your room.

I want to talk to you.

I've made a decision.

I'm going to boarding school.

I can't live like this.

We're hurting each other too much.

I just can't stand her.

Don't you think it would be better if I left?

Would you stick it out as a boarder?

It's strict.

I'd come back at weekends. Time would go quickly.

That way I'd see her at weekends. We might get on better.

And it would suit you. You'd get some peace.

Think about it, Suzanne.

I have.

I've thought about it.

It's the only thing to be done.

And anyway, high school wasn't working out.

I'd stopped going.

I was skipping lessons.

Sometimes I feel like killing myself, you know.

Sometimes I'm sick of being alive.

Why do you say that?

I'd better go.

I forgot to say...

You don't even try to understand.

You've never tried to understand me.

Can't you see how unhappy I am?

I'm only happy when I'm with a guy.

You can't expect me to understand that.

I know.

That's all I wanted to say.

- What are you doing here? - I thought you were at boarding school.

I come home every weekend. Paris is much better.

Hang on.

What the hell is she doing here? She gets on my nerves.

- Don't be mean, Luc. - What the hell is she doing here?

- Stop following me around. - I'll leave you to it, then.

Bye.

- I'll buy it for you if you like. - Here.

- Do you like it? - Yeah.

Don't look so glum.

Luc?

Kiss me.

- Are you angry with me? - No, why would I be?

You were free.

- Are you in love with him? - Yeah.

For the first time ever.

Aren't you in bed yet?

Leave me alone!

- Leave me alone! - You little whore!

Whore!

Mom!

Leave me alone!

Who were you with? Who were you screwing?

- What's it to you? - Little bitch.

Are you jealous?

You'll be sorry.

Leave me alone.

You queer!

Just you wait!

Get her off me!

Go to your room!

Go to your room!

Shut up, you whore!

- She's putting it on. - Get out of my sight!

Stop it!

- Are you crazy? - Go to your room.

- Get off me! - I'm going to make you.

You bastard!

What's wrong?

What is it?

I don't want you to leave me.

Is this because I went out without you?

Don't leave me.

Jean-Pierre...

You know I'll never leave you.

I don't want you to cry.

I don't want you to be upset. It's not good for you.

Shall we walk a bit? Do you want to? Come on.

- Do you want to go straight back? - No.

I hear you want to talk to me.

You're the one with the talking to do.

Suzanne says you beat her.

Her friends don't usually get invited indoors.

Shall I fetch her, show you the bruises all over her body?

It's one of two things.

Either you don't give a shit about her, in which case leave her alone.

Or you do care about her, which is only natural.

In that case, the thing to do was to meet me.

This will sound harsh, but if I met all the guys she sees...

...I'd have no time left.

Hasn't she told you we're going steady?

You're not the first, you know. I don't mean to upset you.

My sister is very flighty.

She falls in love with everyone she meets.

At the moment it's you she's all over.

In a month it'll be someone else.

I'm sure that's not true. Suzanne must have told you...

I just want her to be off our hands and to leave us alone...

...so I can concentrate on my career.

You don't get it, do you?

You know...

...none of this is very pleasant for me.

It's not just me. There is my mother to think about.

My mother is only interested in one thing and that's marriage...

...and for a bride to still be a virgin.

What are you suggesting here?

Frankly, I love my sister...

...but I will always protect my mother.

What are we doing?

- Let's look up here. - Are you going to look at them all?

Until we find what we're looking for.

I've had enough.

You're such a pain.

You could take a studio. There are rooms for 105 francs.

This is taking hours.

- It's no fun. - You can be so awkward.

Look, this is no joke.

- This is getting on my nerves. - Let's try this one.

I'll wait down here for you.

- Are you going to try them all? - Come on.

No, I'll wait here. I've had enough of this.

Come on.

- Is it okay? - Yes.

Don't look so miserable.

It looks better with the collar.

- It's for you, Suzanne. - Who is it?

I didn't ask.

Hello?

Luc, how did you know I was here?

That's going to be difficult.

Okay, at the cafe in an hour.

Okay.

- Who was it? - A friend.

This was my headdress.

You can have it. I hope it brings you happiness.

Thank you.

You look angelic like that. No one would ever know.

You look very cute.

Go and make us a coffee. You know where it is.

Why don't you make your own coffee?

You were so pretty when you were little, so kind.

When you went out on your own...

...your father was so scared you'd be kidnapped.

He was crazy about you. He adored you.

I don't understand why he left. Well, I do and I don't.

But he still loves us.

And you must know how much it hurts me when your brother hits you.

- Stop it. - He thinks it's for your own good.

He thinks he's like a father to you.

And when your father was hard on you...

...it sickened me.

But you weren't his favorite.

Let me speak.

You and your brother may not love me but your father loved me.

He still loves me. I'm his youth.

Stop bringing all that up again. Think about yourself for once.

It's too late now. I've always looked after everyone else.

- Have you had your hair cut? - Yes.

I love you, Suzanne.

I've never stopped loving you.

Have you heard about Anne?

Never mind Anne. I was on the rebound.

That's not what I mean.

She couldn't bear breaking up with you.

She took off to England with a guy last week.

- I'm getting married in a week. - Don't you love me anymore?

I nearly broke it all off a month ago.

Listen, I love you.

I don't know what I can do about it.

We could start again from scratch. It's not too late.

That's impossible.

I don't want to hurt him. I can't keep hurting people.

He can't love you like I do.

My love is even stronger than before.

Anyway I've changed.

I'm not the same as I was.

- I wouldn't make you happy. - But I could make you happy.

I don't know if I can be happy anymore.

The only time I was happy was at Courchevel. Remember?

I was so happy, I thought I must be dreaming.

That's why I wanted to die with you in the toboggan.

I knew that afterwards everything would be...

No, it's not possible.

I may not be truly happy with him but...

...he's the only person who's been able to calm me down since we split up.

I think that's important.

It's not enough.

You could be 15 again with me.

I'm not 15 anymore.

Incredible. You're still dreaming.

It's funny. I've never seen anything like it.

You're having fun with everyone and suddenly you run off.

- I've got a headache. - That's no excuse. It's the champagne.

It's not the champagne.

- It's my eyesight. - You should get yourself some glasses.

Glasses?

Do you know Jean-Pierre?

- How long have you been married? - Six months.

Couldn't you get him a job in your line of work?

You get on my nerves. I'm fine where I am.

This boy doesn't need me at all.

You're not showing much cleavage.

Hands off.

This is nice.

- I hear you beat your sister. - l've never beaten my sister.

She has such lovely skin, I wanted to bite her.

She smells so good.

Such a sweet-smelling creature.

Is there such a thing as sibling jealousy? Because Robert...

It does exist. There's always a strong bond between a brother and a sister.

- Am I interrupting something? - No.

I hear you've been calling Robert a dickhead.

- Me? - Michel has changed.

He's jealous of my success.

But it's only just beginning.

You won't be the only one to lose sleep over me.

- He's so conceited. - Just a bit.

I don't know what's wrong with him, but...

Another glass of champagne.

- Fanny! - What?

What are you doing over there? Come here.

Hey! You've stolen my talent, you're not getting my wife as well.

- Hang on. - I like your dress from the back.

Unbelievable.

- She likes men. - I don't like men. I like one man.

You're lucky, you know.

Where have you been?

The workshop.

You've got so much work to do.

- My wife's beautiful, isn't she? - Very beautiful.

So is your mother.

More champagne?

Here I am.

Scratching your head is a sensual act.

What about scratching your feet?

I trained my sister well.

She smells like those first teenage memories.

- Look at my brother-in-law. - She smells good.

The left-wing intellectual.

You should smell my sister.

Yes, she's very fragrant.

So, Munich...

It was so heavy and slow. That town has too much money.

Too much wealth. It's so provincial.

Did you see the Picasso exhibition?

Very quickly. I charged through it, like in the visit to the Louvre in Bande a Part.

I saw it. I thought it was quite good.

The early works weren't bad.

Don't you like Picasso?

Not really. I find him overrated.

As for this myth about Picasso as some sort of child prodigy...

He's not a patch on Ingres.

- They weren't the same age. - What do you mean?

He was only nine or ten when he was in Barcelona.

Also I hated him ganging up with Apollinaire against Douanier-Rousseau.

Rousseau is undeniably the better painter of the two.

It's not that simple. That's not what happened.

Were you there?

- I read about it. It's common knowledge. - They're off.

- Ah, you've read about it. - Does that surprise you?

It's irrelevant, but...

...this myth about this old man...

...still sprightly and priapic at the age of 90...

...with those daubs piling up at Vallauris...

- Those daubs? - You've been to Vallauris, I take it?

I went there to buy some pottery for my mother. Horrible.

- By Picasso? - By Picasso?

What a moron!

- Do you like Picasso? - Yes.

It's true. I go to all the Picasso exhibitions.

But her favorite painter is...

- Bonnard. - Yes.

- He's sensual. - You like sensuality, don't you?

I only like things that are fleeting.

- That's why I like sensuality. - Fleeting!

- What do you mean by fleeting? - I don't know.

When it comes to paintings, works of art...

...l don't like the past. The past pisses me off.

I like all that is fleeting.

- What a prat he is! - Fleeting.

What do you mean by "fleeting"?

- What do you do? - I'm a colorist.

- What do colorists do? - They color.

No, what do colorists do?

They...touch up reproductions of paintings.

So not even real ones, just reproductions?

I just wanted to know if you were good with your hands.

It's a creative job, not a manual one.

- Are you a manual worker? - Yes, a manual worker.

A manual worker!

Maniac, you mean.

Again?

I'm clever with my hands.

Look at them. I don't like him touching her.

Stop pawing her.

- What do you mean? - He's got dirty hands.

- Thanks a lot. - Don't touch my sister.

- Don't. You're embarrassing me. - Have you quite finished?

Have you seen the portrait of you with his sister?

It's lovely, too.

Very different from ours.

They're from quite different backgrounds.

I can't stand up anymore.

Are you going to have Michel?

What about Jean-Pierre?

And Jean-Pierre's friend, eh?

With those big hands. Apparently he's got big feet, too.

- You've already had him, eh? - What are you saying?

- Can't you leave her alone? - Such a load of nonsense.

Haven't you changed the locks?

Thank goodness. Saves having to call the locksmith.

Can I come in?

Here, this is the dining room.

Hello.

Forgive me, I wasn't expecting all you lovely people to be here.

18.5 metres.

It opens up completely.

Excuse us. I'm just showing Adrien round.

We won't be long. Don't mind us.

This is the workshop.

These interconnecting doors all open up so you can put more machines in.

You've got about 15 metres in total. We didn't really bother with the loft.

It's big, isn't it?

- See this... - It's your roof.

It's still your home.

Exactly. It's my home. I can show someone round if I like.

Since I'm at home, I'll have a cake.

Charlotte.

Aren't you going to leave me in peace to eat it?

I know you inside out. Any minute you're going to go...

Well, don't.

Forgive me, but...

I didn't realize I'd be interrupting a party.

On the contrary, I was expecting to turn up...

-...to an empty house. - You're not interrupting anything.

You must be Mr... the brother-in-law.

This lady's brother.

I get the impression my son married you along with your sister.

That's possible. Why not ask him?

There's no need to get on your high horse.

It's with these sorts of people...

...that you have to collude to avoid being a furrier all your life.

Why are you looking at me like that? You're doing alright.

I'm just a poor old grump.

I never rummaged through his things but he left magazines lying around.

I've read your magazine.

You write remarkably well, by the way.

You even gave a special issue to that thing he did on La Scala.

Then several months later...

...you published...

...a rather horrible piece, dragging him through the mud.

It was under the cover of this objective interview.

There was this guy who gave you 3 out of 20 and said you were useless.

- He could have replied. - Really?

Or you could have replied for him.

It had nothing to do with me.

If you've come to cause trouble, you might as well go.

You don't like me saying these things.

- You're so bombastic. - Of course.

You've become such a windbag.

And you've become a cash register.

Or at least, you will become that.

- Money isn't always dirty. - No.

But all the same, when you've spent your life...

...believing in certain things and you suddenly discover all this...

...it's a bottomless pit, you wonder what it's all been about.

You know, I once read, and I'm not saying it's true...

You mustn't believe all you read.

But when Van Gogh died...

-...l think... - Shut up.

When Van Gogh died, he apparently kept saying -

- and even if he didn't say it, it's something he might have said -

- he said, "There will always be sadness."

And I was really struck by that sentence...

...because at first I thought the same as everyone else.

I thought he meant it was sad being a guy like Van Gogh.

But I think he meant that it's others who are sad. Don't you agree?

It's you who are sad. Everything you do is sad.

It's sad to marry a woman...

...whose brother insults you, or allows others to insult you in his rag.

You're prepared to do anything to get to where you are.

Go on, fly.

I thought this boy could be a sort of contemporary Pagnol.

And where is he? You know very well. You're just like me.

- I think he's talented and... - Yes, he's talented.

Talent like that is quite rare. He can write things, scripts, just like that.

His characters were so real, I thought, "My son will be the next Pagnol."

And you think that by mixing with people like us, he's losing that.

He's your brother-in-law.

The power of money.

Isn't that right, Suzanne?

- Are you like them? - No...

Who's right then? Them or me?

- Whose side are you on? - She doesn't have to choose.

Why not?

Where do you stand?

- Here. - With me.

With you? I don't ask her to come and see me.

Whose side is she on then?

You go and see him and you've never told me?

- Whose side are you on then? - No one's. I'm on my own.

But I'm here, all the same.

- Suzanne loves you very much. - I know.

- But she loves everyone. - I don't think so.

She does.

What she'd really love is to see me dead.

We always want those we truly love to die.

A daughter wouldn't wish her father dead.

Anyway...

They all want to see me dead. Then I could become a living god.

I know that if I had died...

Stop it!

Go into the kitchen.

Why did you have to come? We were fine without you.

Stop it.

- Get lost! - Stop it.

Get lost.

You might talk like this to each other every day...

...but don't start with me.

- Stop it. - Clear off. Do you understand?

You're so full of shit.

What are you waiting for? Defend your mother who hit me.

I gather you practice daily on your sister.

You can deal with it now you're here.

But you were dealing with it so well.

You never phoned once to find out how we were.

- You're scum. - How do you know?

Go on, clear off. Shit!

Stop it, Dad.

- How did I ever last 20 years with you? - That's right, 20 years. Now clear off!

You want me to clear off, do you?

- Get lost. - Don't shout.

I'm not shouting.

- How often do I have to say it? - Sit down and I'll go.

- Go on, my love. Out! - I told you to sit down.

We can't carry on like this for the next ten years.

- Will you sit down? - Will you get lost?

Your mother hits hard.

Christ! That was pretty spectacular.

Life is crazy.

You revere your father and then he leaves.

Then when you see him again, he's changed.

He wasn't expecting to see us. That might have thrown him.

- Perhaps we should have left. - Yes.

I think he's gone mad.

- You don't come and see me often. - No.

- Are you alright? - I'm fine.

Where are you off to with your suitcase?

- I'm leaving. - You never lock your suitcase.

I hope you're not going far.

- It's hot, isn't it? - Yes.

So what's new? Are you leaving home, too?

- Off for the weekend? - I'm going to San Diego.

San Diego? You're not? Will you be away for long?

Either three or six months, I'm not sure yet.

How did this come about?

- You could have told me sooner. - I haven't seen you.

When I was young, Trouville seemed exotic.

We dreamt all year of our holidays by the seaside.

And you're off to the Pacific, just like that.

It's really something. Adrien said...

...that in January you can see schools of whales along the coast...

-...before your very eyes. - That must be amazing.

Apparently San Diego is wonderful.

It's the biggest naval port in America.

There'll be soldiers there, uniforms everywhere.

- Who are you going with? - Michel.

- The one with the big nose? - Yes.

Why did you get married?

And what about Jean-Pierre? Where does he fit in?

You're not very loving. You'll never love anyone.

When you were young...

...you were so cute, I thought someone would kidnap you.

It was ridiculous to think that.

You wait to be loved.

You think you love, but you simply wait to be loved.

- Everyone's like that. - Definitely not.

- They are. - No, some people are able to love.

- Not many, anyway. - ls that so?

You're not in a good place just now.

You should stay over there. It'll be good for you.

Don't come back.

I'll come and see you from time to time.

I'm not done yet.

So, Suzanne, will you forget about us?

No.

Because...

No, I'll never forget you.

- Off on honeymoon with your lover. - You should do the same.

Do you think so? Kiss me.

It's the first time you haven't pushed me away.

No, it's the second.

Don't you remember? I mean it, stay over there.

Your mother and I wanted to go to Canada.

I don't know why we didn't go.

- I might not have been born then. - Perhaps not.

Be careful of your suitcase.

Take it with you, don't check it in.

You should tie it up.

- I'll take it on board with me. - Goodbye.

I won't go any further.

Hurry up.