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Ifeellonely.

I think it's hard, impossible even, to be happy alone.

So I've decided to get married.

It was an easy decision: I tossed a coin.

I always rely on chance for big decisions like this.

It saves you thinking.

Go on.

The trouble is, who to?

I don't know that yet.

Why?

Why what?

Why do you want to get married?

To start a family.

- It's logical. - Yes, it's logical.

Tell me about your parents.

Dad's on the dole, Mum's a cleaner.

I see.

Just kidding.

I see.

Mum's a housewife. She cleans though, with a cleaner's help.

And Dad's a surgeon. A lofty surgeon.

Six feet tall!

I see.

What do you do for a living?

I'm an actor.

How old are you?

32.

Almost 33.

Why are you here?

Actually, I don't know.

To see.

But I'm fine.

Fine.

See you again.

Is it over? Can I go?

That will be 50 euros.

CLARA AND l

Excuse me.

Would you like to have a drink with me?

1) Stop 2) More

3) Are you nuts? 4) I was going to suggest that.

Are you: 1) Mute 2) Shy

3) Both at once 4) A fllirt?

1... But never flor long.

This is my stop. Goodbye.

Just a second!

Champagne!

- Okay? - And you?

Just the two of us?

Happy birthday!

- Did you expect it? - Not at all.

Happy birthday.

Are you pleased?

Well, Antoine, how old does this make you?

- 22. - Like me!

- Good to see you. - Same here.

This is Francois.

Pleased to meet you.

You're here too?

From the ile de Re.

Great tan. Okay, Marie?

He's really touched!

Christ, they keep on drinking.

Can I help?

Bring the crisps.

Is that all?

I'm out of food.

- You're as dumb as ever. - I know.

Did you come back just for the party?

Yes. Well, almost.

Marie had to see a doctor. She's pregnant.

- No? - She is!

Your fifth?

Congratulations!

How's my godson?

You're sexy tonight.

Know that guy over there?

Don't turn round!

Forget it, he's gay, he's Stephane's boyfriend.

That's a bummer.

- A play by Musset. - I remember.

Did you like it?

- Honestly? No. - Okay...

But you were...

Brilliant, right?

You were brilliant.

Brilliant!

- Are we in the way? - Guys!

I measure 5 foot and weigh 100 pounds...

- You have your good points. - He's right.

- Why piss me off? - We're pals.

Your best pals, that's us.

I'm busy, okay!

He was praising my acting skills.

Are you filming?

Step towards her. Marie-Laure, kiss Alain.

- No, I hardly know him! - Who cares?

An actress does that.

So I'm not an actress!

Brilliant! You've hooked a tall one again!

Thanks to who?

Thanks to Antoine and BT.

BT and thanks to Antoine.

Dancing shows his good points. Go on.

- Are you pleased? - Yes.

I hardly saw you.

Invite me to dinner next week.

He's your brother, I'm not. It's different!

He's an idealist, I'm a pragmatist, it's different.

- What's up? - Talk of the devil.

We were saying you're an idealist.

Affirmative.

Mum gave me a parcel for you.

A can of Burgundy snails.

She's crazy! I'm not 12 anymore!

- It's a nice gesture. - True.

Just change the subject, okay.

I'll leave you to your family problems.

Why do you complicate things with Mum and Dad?

I don't complicate things. What do you know anyway?

No need to get aggressive!

So mind your own business.

I will!

Hello, it's Antoine.

Yes, we met in the metro.

Hello, Clara, it's Antoine.

It's Antoine.

Hello, it's Antoine, me...

Hello, could I speak to Clara, please?

- Speaking. - It's Antoine.

The great guy you met on the metro.

The mute guy.

That's right, that's me.

Am I disturbing you?

I didn't think you'd call.

Well, I have. Sorry.

I'm glad.

Can I see you?

I'd like that. Where? When?

- Tomorrow evening? - Where?

I don't know, I hate choosing.

I don't know...

The Odeon Square? Not very original but...

- I've never met anyone there beflore. - What time?

- 8:30? - Fine.

Sorry, I'm late.

- Are you angry? - Honestly?

With the strike, I didn't want to take the metro

so I tried to find a taxi but I couldn't find one

so I went home. It took me 10 minutes to get one.

Are you okay?

It's crazy, I want to kiss you already.

I'm thirsty.

I always wanted to be a soccer player.

Really?

What do you do?

It's complicated.

I'm studying literature again and I'm trying to write stories.

To pay for it, I work

- as a train hostess. - In uniform?

Exactly.

What's your screenplay about?

It's a love story set on the top of the Mont Blanc.

It's about a Parisian girl,

the independent, power-hungry type.

Her relations with men are based on power.

Her love life is a bit of a disaster...

One day, she decides to climb the Mont Blanc

and falls in love with her guide.

And thanks to that man,

she starts to open up.

Thanks to the mountain too, she opens up.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I want to dance.

Now?

- A waltz. - Right now?

That's not a waltz.

If I met you on the street, I'd feel lucky.

Ifll met you on the street,

I would fleel

so lucky.

I would fleel as we're about to meet,

"l like this boy,

"he's so elegant, see."

Ifll met you on the street,

I would fleel

it has to be.

Like a mirror's refllection so neat,

making me fleel so strong and flree.

Ifl I met you on the street,

I'd ask, "Willl you dance with me?"

And in your arms, my sweet,

My deflences would crumble around me.

Ifl I met you on the street,

I would sense

our simillarity.

Unless we're dancing to the wrong beat,

you and I fleel the same heat.

Ifl we met on the street,

it would be...

Charming...

Interesting...

Overwhelming...

Fascinating...

Hello. I hope you slept well.

Thanks flor everything.

I slept well but not much.

Call me ifl you want. I hope you do, and soon.

Love and kisses, Clara.

Your coflflee machine's broken and I couldn't flind a saucepan.

How do you manage?

Hello. I hope you slept well.

Thanks flor everything. I slept well but not much.

Call me ifl you want. I hope you do, and soon.

Love and kisses, Clara.

Your coflflee machine's broken and I couldn't flind a saucepan.

How do you manage?

- 40 clubs. - 45 spade.

I'm in.

- Okay? - Fine and you?

- Great. - How much?

It's on me, my treat.

- That's kind, thank you. - You're welcome.

See you tomorrow.

- What's up? - Come on!

You've never bought me a drink

but she gets one straight off. I think that's sick.

He's not trying to hook you.

Stick to your classifieds.

Hey, try yoga, it'll help you relax.

Got that? Yoga.

Hi, everybody.

Hi, Antoine.

- Moving in? - Yes, I am.

- Brilliant. Where? - Near here, Rue de la Gaite.

How much?

5,000 francs for 50 m2.

- 750 euros. - That's cheap!

Lucky guy. I can't find anything under 1,000.

- Looking for an apartment? - No, a dog.

She's looking for an apartment, a job and a guy!

The Left Bank costs more.

Make me a coffee?

Are we playing or what?

Card!

Playing, sir?

Card!

You're early.

I didn't bother changing.

God, I hate this uniform!

Can I change here?

And take a shower?

I've missed you.

You wear glasses?

Sexy, aren't they?

I broke a contact lens.

Won't be long.

I have a surprise for you.

I had it done in Brest between trains.

Look, this is hopeless.

It's no good. You said you could dance but you can't.

I said I danced my own way. With no sense of rhythm.

I can't help it.

You're wasting my time.

Hey, you're wasting my time too.

I can live without your crap casting sessions!

- So I won't call you again. - Don't bother.

I won't waste my time making a fool of myself.

It won't kill you, you know.

Excuse me, miss, you can't stay here.

Unless you have your pass.

Here it is.

This has expired.

The group issued it.

With the certificate?

- No, but I have the blue form. - What blue form?

This one.

Who gave you this?

A Mr Mitterrand. Francois.

That's impossible, Mr Mitterrand has left the group.

- I know that. - Who told you?

- Your agent in the 14th district. - Who?

Antoine Robinson.

You know him?

Vaguely.

What's this Antoine Robinson like?

Nothing special and he's always late.

Just a second, then. A last-minute mission.

Very busy... Very fragile.

Very fragile, like hell. He's always late.

You're very late.

Can I read it? Just a little.

It's very personal.

- Shall we go? - Where?

It's a surprise.

Had a good day?

I punched a casting director in the face.

You didn't?

- I did, believe me. - You idiot.

One, two, three...

- What is it? - A well.

- It's a stone. - No, it's a well.

One well each.

Antoine...

I'm in love with you.

Is that a real medal?

Yes. I'm a Catholic.

Is that a problem?

When my father died, it was tough. A priest helped me over it.

Are you Catholic too?

I haven't been to mass for 10 years.

Would you go with me?

- To mass? - Would you?

I think I want to make love again.

Give me a minute.

That's right, you're old. 33...

Do I look older or younger?

You look your age.

That's funny. When I'm with actors,

I feel like a kid of 14, say.

But when I'm with "normal people who work",

I feel like I'm 40!

14-18, 39-40... You're really war-torn.

That's my problem, see.

Sometimes I'm 1815

and sometimes 1515.

You could be a bit more 1789.

For me, you're 1492.

Every Casanova says it:

go afterthe ugly friend first.

Knowwhat? It doesn't work! I get the ugly friend!

When a good-looking guy hooks her, she gets proud.

- You're the good-looking guy? - Right.

Once she gets hooked by him,

she asks her friend to leave him be.

So go straight for the one you want.

How's Clara?

I think I'm in love.

Don't get carried away!

I'm not but I think I'm in love.

When you write, it's hard quitting because you chain-smoke.

So stop writing.

Not a bad idea.

- May l? - Of course.

Change matches.

Too late!

I'm not superstitious anyway.

What about you? Do you work?

From time to time.

I'm studying literature and I work on trains... in the bar.

- You get chatted up? - All the time.

- How did you know? - Experience.

You never told me that.

You talk all the time.

It's not that, but when he talks,

he always talk about himself, see.

- I don't talk about myself! - You do, all the time!

It's a real pain.

Look at him.

Sorry about earlier.

No, it was my fault.

I always talk about myself?

No, not all the time.

Occasionally.

She's very cute.

It's not well paid.

Got a better offer?

I do phone and internet hostessing. Know what that is?

Listen...

"Welcome to Paris's hottest service.

"Press the star key on your phone."

Two half-days will earn you as much as a month on the train.

What do I do? Take on an airport voice?

Yes. You have to fake orgasms too.

- I can't do that. - You don't have to do it live.

What's the pay like?

1,000 euros per half-day.

- 1,000 euros? - 1,000 per half-day.

- It's a deal! - You're on.

"Take off my panties, slip your fingers in my pussy.

"Get behind me..."

Who says stuff like this?

It's good. Let's take it from the top again.

Go on.

All right.

"Hello..."

Hold on.

"Hello, I'm Laetitia, I'm 17.

"I'm warning you, I can't stay long, my parents are waiting..."

- Is that okay? - It's great.

Try to put more into it.

Play up the Lolita side.

Let's take it from "cheeky".

"Cheeky! I bet you're a cheeky boy."

Yes, that's good.

"Coming to bed? Come on. I don't know why

"but I really want to make love."

Not bad, is it?

It's pathetic. Why didn't you tell me?

- Why didn't I tell you? - Cut the crap, Alain!

Antoine, come round here.

You're a real bastard.

I can't do it with you here.

So don't do it!

It's funny.

It's sick he suggested it when you were alone.

Why didn't he mention it when we were all together?

It's that Mafia attitude of his,

the suburban pimp...

My phone bills will explode when you're away.

You'll tell me if I fake well.

You want to stop?

No, it's just that having Antoine here makes me uneasy.

All right, I'm going.

Right, when you're ready... Okay,

relax.

Get comfortable.

Hold the mike if you like.

What's the matter now?

We need to talk!

I'm listening.

What's this?

Alexandre Jardin's Fanflan.

Everything's fine.

- Are you nuts? - What?

- Why did you do that? - It's shit!

Have you read it?

No, but I saw the film. And it was terrible.

You should read it.

Let me be an airhead if I want. You listen to Pascal Obispo.

I love pop music.

I haven't studied!

- What's that got to do with it? - What?

Literature and Alexandre Jardin,

mass on Sundays and recording fake orgasms...

I can go to mass and do voices...

Sluts' voices?

Yes, sluts' voices!

Doing a slut's voice for an hour pays my rent!

I still have rent to pay, you know.

You spend nothing with me. I pay for everything!

I'm going. You'll save money that way!

Forgive me.

That hurt, Antoine.

Sorry, I don't know why I said that.

I may be smiling

and not look it but I'm fragile.

I know you're fragile.

Forgive me.

What am I saying? I'm not fragile.

I'm really strong.

Kiss me.

Now carry me home with you.

You're a real actress, huh?

All the way to your bed, sir!

Yes, my lady!

And you'll make love to me.

As madam desires.

Antoine! My godfather.

Clara, how are you?

The presents!

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

I almost wish I was with my family tomorrow.

Why not go to see them?

When I quit my job at 26 to become an actor,

I told my father.

Back then, I needed support and trust.

He never provided that.

I tried talking to him recently

but we just argued.

I still speak to my mother by phone.

I've decided against a family Christmas.

We can go to see them after Christmas.

That way, they'll see that their son has found himself...

a wonderful girl.

A perfect girl.

An incredible girl.

Whom he probably doesn't deserve.

I want to make love.

It's 8 a.m. I slept badly. I'm oflflto the station.

I wish you were coming too.

My mother is keen to meet you.

She's like that.

I wish it was Wednesday already to sleep soundly in your arms again.

I love you. Clara.

Number 1 407, your results.

That's me.

- Number 1 409? - That's me.

Hello. Please, go on in.

I have to do another test.

They're not sure.

It could be a mistake.

I have to come back next week.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

- Really? - I can't sleep.

Me neither.

I feel that I won't wake up if I sleep.

It's strange sleeping alone.

You know... I got that part with Fanny Ardant.

I was having coffee, the phone rang. It was the director.

He said, "Antoine Robinson?" I said, "Speaking."

He said, "I'm Bernard Morel.

"I'd like to know if you'd agree to play

"the part of Francois in my forthcoming production."

Just think...

he didn't say, "It's yours."

He said, "Would you agree?"

We talked about the play

and he said that he wanted me

but that he'd had to ask Fanny Ardant's opinion too.

Know what she said?

That she loved auditioning with me

because I was very generous and gave a great deal.

I don't agree.

You're not generous at all.

Antoine, screw your shit acting problems.

I'm HlV-positive, okay?

For me, that's just a bit more important.

I agree.

I was telling you because I'm happy.

You're not asking how I am?

I asked you three times. I can't do more than that.

You can't do more?

I don't know...

Bummer. You thought you'd met the ideal woman.

I know.

You know, Stephane's been HlV-positive for 10 years. He's doing fine.

You can live with it.

It's different.

It's different.

How do we have kids?

You can adopt.

Stop giving me simple solutions when things are so complicated.

It's over, that's all, that's life.

No, but it's your life!

I know it's my life.

Tell me, why do you read Le Figaro?

Because I'm right-wing.

Someone's waiting outside.

- Okay. - Go on, then.

Got a fag? I'm broke.

- Okay, Antoine? - And you?

Coffee?

You're in early today.

I'm up early these days.

Give me a light.

You smoke after your run?

With my coffee.

Here you go.

That's bad luck.

Three with one match means bad luck for the third.

Not much risk with me.

It's good luck. Two negatives make a positive, right?

Maybe you'll get a real job at last.

Screw you. I don't want a job. Work makes you stupid.

Antoine, the great actor,

pretending to listen with consummate skill.

He's excellent at that!

- That's mean. - I'm kidding but it's not false.

Well, it was true five minutes ago.

Hey, who's that blonde?

A blonde!

Are you okay?

Blind dates are useless.

Yeah, they never work.

Forget it, it doesn't work.

They're okay but I hate the pink champagne.

What?

How's Clara?

It's over with Clara.

Here we are, sir.

I can't...

I can't mange to forget her.

I just can't.

I know she's my ideal woman. Then again,

I can't come to terms with her illness.

So she's not your ideal woman.

I'd like to meet her by chance and start all over again.

You're making me sad.

She's your ideal woman but you reject her when she's ill.

Let me tell you something.

You're my ideal man

and however ill you were, you'd still be my ideal man.

I feel like I've travelled back 10 years.

You had me crying in a car then.

I don't heal easily.

No. You're beautiful.

I'm not in great shape right now.

Thought of consulting?

All right, go to bed.

Call me tomorrow?

Hi, you've reached Clara. Leave me a message. Thanks.

Welcome to our special hotel.

In room 1, Sophie, the up-town lady.

In room 2, hot and sultry Carole

and in room 3, young but uninhibited Laetitia.

Make your choice.

Hello, I'm Laetitia.

I'm 17. I'm warning you,

I can't stay long, my parents are waiting.

So make your choice

by pressing the corresponding key on your phone pad.

Press 1 flor flellatio.

Press 2 to do it doggy style.

Press 3 flor the missionary position.

Cheeky! I bet you're a cheeky boy.

I like that.

Coming to bed? Come on.

I don't know why but I really want to make love.

Yes, flondle my breasts.

You love my breasts--

Etienne!

- See you later. - Okay.

You work here?

I'm head of chest medicine.

- Not bad. - A year now.

- I'm glad to see you. - Me too, very glad.

Funny, Alexandra and l mentioned you recently.

- Remember Alexandra? - Still together?

No, we've split up.

It doesn't matter. I'm just single now.

You're looking good.

Single too.

But HlV-positive.

It's not so bad.

I feel weak occasionally

but it passes.

Listen,

if you want, let me buy you dinner

some evening.

You're beautiful.

I'll give you my number.

I'm touched.

I can't remember...

Me neither.

Is it the same?

It hasn't changed. No, it has.

Call me.

I'm kidding. I'm the merry type.

So I see. Why Geraldine?

He says I'm like Geraldine Chaplin.

What?

I'm used to people making fun.

Do you know a song?

I was thinking of a poem.

"l like the gentle donkey, walking by the sea."

Where I had a pee!

You're a sharp one.

So they say.

Your place or yours?

My place.

Let's go.

Okay?

Can you do me a favour?

Hold me in your arms.

Who's this?

My father.

I tried to erase my family.

Then I realized it was impossible.

- Antoine! - Hi, Dad.

Give me a kiss.

- What a surprise. - A nice one?

Yes, of course, a nice surprise.

Your mother didn't say. She never tells me things.

I wasn't sure of coming.

Your play went well, then?

Good audiences?

Not bad.

That's the main thing.

I'd like us to have dinner together.

Good idea. Let's both go out for dinner.

As a kid, I didn't care about the surgeon.

Only natural.

One day, I don't know how old I was,

ten maybe,

I came into the kitchen one night.

Mum was with you

and you were crying.

A patient had died on you.

I couldn't figure it out.

Really?

I'd forgotten that.

Later, I realized

my father was the best surgeon around here.

I took good care of my patients.

But maybe not of my son.

You did.

The only time was when I became an actor at 26.

It was a time when I needed to be trusted.

And you weren't there.

When you decided to be an actor,

I knew I couldn't help financially.

I was scared.

I'm not scared anymore.

In fact, it's a great job.

Ironically, we're both too sensitive

and we've both chosen jobs where being sensitive is a bad thing.

Yet you need to be.

- Your bill - Thank you.

The young woman you met...

Marianne said she was very pretty.

That's true.

I don't know. I find her beautiful anyhow.

She is pretty.

Maybe you don't know we split up because she's HlV-positive.

Yes, I heard.

Dad, I'm in love with her.

I can't forget her.

I'm obsessed with her.

I never told you this...

but when I met your mother, I fell in love.

Then, at one point, I hesitated.

So I went to study heart surgery for six months in the USA.

That's when I saw

how much I missed her.

You must know that if you decide to go back to her,

it won't necessarily be easy.

It's tough without that damn disease.

Sometimes, you have to be selfish too.

I'm not much help.

I was lucky to meet your mother.

She took care of everything.

It all happened so fast.

Let me get this.

It's my treat. I told you I was inviting you.

Let me get it

for once.

All right, then.

Next time, I'll come to Paris and take you out.

It's a deal.

I put a book aside for you to take with you.

Some books do good.

Shall we walk a bit more?

To write a single line, you need to see cities, men and things.

You need to know animals,

sense how birds flly

and know how fllowers open up in the morning.

You must recall traills in unknown lands,

unexpected encounters,

departures announced in advance,

chilldhood days stilll shrouded in mystery,

mornings by the sea, the sea itselfl, distant seas,

night-time journeys high in the sky beneath the stars.

Knowing how to do that isn't enough.

You must have memories ofl many diflflerent nights ofl love.

You must have known the dying,

sat with the dead, in the bedroom,

with the window open and the sound coming in bursts.

Having memories isn't enough.

Forget them ifl they're too numerous

and wait patiently flor them to return.

For memories aren't yet that.

When they become our blood, our gaze, our gestures,

when they flinally become part ofl us,

at that point, very rarely,

the flirst word ofl a line rises up flrom among them.

I'll get it!

Am I disturbing you?

No, not really.

Why are you here?

I wanted to talk to you.

Your birthday?

No, it's my leaving party.

Where are you going?

To Argentina.

To replace a friend teaching French.

That's good.

Can we go and talk on the stairs? It'll be easier.

If you want.

Are you okay?

You tuck your shirt in now?

I'll be 34 soon.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

I'm working.

- I did that play. - I know.

I came to see it.

I came twice.

You came twice?

I don't believe it.

I wanted to see you after

but I felt it was too risky,

too difficult.

I wanted to call you too.

Then I thought you had to do it.

- I tried to write. - I wanted to write too.

Many times.

I had a thousand things to tell you.

Things I couldn't say...

What?

I'd like us to live together, Clara.

I've thought it over.

I think boys always realize things long after women do.

I want you to know I'll be there when you need me.

And I'll read Alexandre Jardin.

If you insist, that is.

Forgive me, Clara.

Forgive me.

I can't, Antoine.

I don't think you'd make me happy.

Perhaps we could try.

I'm in no hurry, you know.

I'm in no hurry.

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