All language subtitles for Pascal Bonitzer- 2006- Je pense à vous

What means dereliction'?

Pardon'?

- What means dereliction'?
- Look in the dictionary.

You don't know'?

I do know.

It indicates
a state of renunciation.

Absolute moral loneliness.

A social outcast.
Where did you find that word'?

Is it for the banderole?
- The banderole?

The paper banderole.

I know that,
but for which book'?

I'd just put Worms on it.

- It's for Worms?
- Yes.

- When can I read it'?
- After the proofreading.

Does he write about me'?

Yes.

- A little, much'?
- It's a novel.

- Answer the question.
- He writes about you and him.

- That was the secret.
- No, "that" was not the secret.

Yes.

No, you don't disturb.

At his home'?

I'm coming.

Herman!

Proofreading or not
I need a copy today.

- It was Worms. It's serious.
- Yes, of course it is.

- David just had an attack.
- Who is David?

I tell you,
I've always enjoyed good health.

I always thought I'd survive
everything, everyone.

Even him.

Despite his grim face
and his broad back.

It is disgraceful
to survive those you love.

But it's more disgraceful to know
it in advance.

Well, I often imagined I'd read
his obituary like I do now.

???

I imagined it in sorrow.
I'm ashamed, of course.

Like I'm ashamed to publish my latest
book, while his remains unfinished.

All this sounds awkward
but it's what I feel.

- Perhaps you feel similar.
- The usual circus. I'm coming.

You're here because you loved him too.

Herman. Did you hear Worms?
This guy is amazing!

On David's grave he
sells his next book.

- We know each other'?
- You're kidding?

I'm the publisher of
his next book.

Best wishes.

Mr. Beck!

- Don't remember me'?
- Not at all.

I asked you to
publish my thesis.

- And you answered "not at all"
in the same tone. - Yes.

I blushed to the roots of
my hairs, like now.

- What's it about?
- The Lumieres.

It was beautiful what Worms said.
He's not afraid of quoting himself.

Of course. Where's the exit?
I'm a little lost.

Straight ahead and on your
right or on your left.

See you soon.

I'm looking for the exit.

- This way.
- Anne'?

Yes, Herman.

Sorry for the chocolate.

- Who are you burying?
- Nobody.

- What are you doing here then?
- I have lunch. I live nearby.

Nearby?

In front. Well, not really.

- You don't live in Rue Jacob any more?
- No.

You got married?

That? Oh, it's nothing!

And you.
You're here for the philosopher?

- Sorry, you said? - The philosopher,
are you his publisher?

- I read his obituary by Worms.
He's in great shape. - Yes, indeed.

- I don't want to delay you.
- It's him calling me now.

- You don't answer?
- I find him insufferable.

Everyone does.

- More than everyone.
- Since long?

- Recently. And your N.G.0.?
- Finished.

Well, I got to go.

- Still see her'?
- Whom'?

This illiterate girl who succeeded me
and wanted to work in cosmetics.

- What was her name? Dianne.
- It's still her name.

- Is she your appointment?
- Yes.

Go then.

Give me your phone number.

I wanted to suggest it.

Now you can't say
you lost the note.

- It's the right one'?
- Perhaps?

- You won't call.
- You'll see.

- But I'll call you.
- Bye.

I know it's hard.
But is there a chance?

Of course, Dianne. Please.

Of course, there's a chance.

You said authors were
very well protected.

They are but one's right
on privacy also exists.

What counts is to know your limits
in case of a potential...

Excuse me...

Dianne?
Are you alright?

Yes, I am.

- Mr. Worms.
- Hold that for me.

One moment.

What's going on'?

A stroke of luck.
To whom else could I send it'?

It's not sharp but you
still recognized him.

- Poor fool!
- Dianne, mind your language.

- If he'd be serious.
- I can prove it.

I thought it over and
I have a proposition.

An interesting one.

Shall we wait for Mr. Beck'?

I'd rather not.

What have you found out'?

I accept all the changes
in my book, that you required...

That's my proposition.

You mean all the seven parts that
concern my client's private life'?

All. Under one condition.

Well'?

That Herman admits his meeting
with Anne. Then Dianne wins.

If he doesn't,
I won't drop one line.

You're an asshole.

Of course, he must ignore
the consequences.

I'm not playing cards
with my poetic license.

I accept.

What do you want to find?

And you?

I've nothing to prove.
I only play the game.

- I confused the subway station.
- Wasn't there a taxi?

Taxi drivers don't like me.
What did I miss?

- We talked about the game.
- The game?

I don't care about truth.

That's for the news but
I'm an author.

But actually, what you call a novel
is partly a portrait of my client.

I'm not interested in reality, but
in life. I had a life with Dianne.

Well, before you, Herman.

Everybody knows that.

My emotions inspire me. I don't
write on things I'm not interested in.

For instance, I could have used...
What was her name, Herman?

- The madwoman you screwed?
- Another word please?

- Wasn't she mad'?
- Another word for "screwed".

- The girl you made love with.
What's her name? - Who?

- The madwoman'?
- Anne.

- Anne what?
- Anne Viorne.

Are we here to talk
about my past'?

It's true but I never understood
your feelings for her.

- Where...?
- On "feeling", I need to pee.

- Where is it'?
- Out and to the left.

If you want this to go well...
Look at me when I talk to you!

Don't mention Anne
for Dianne, okay?

May I say...

- I'd wait for my client before
I allow myself... - Allow what?

I'm sorry.

A writer may call his book "Labrador"
even if there's no dog in it at all.

- You said "I forbid...".
- Because I forbid it.

You could have said that
the lock was broken.

- Excuse me. Did Myriam come in'?
- No, the contrary. Never mind.

I cancel the case and
all activities linked to it.

Did she only pee or also shit?

What? Who?

Myriam!
I love that name.

It sounds Sephardic but
I bet she's an Ashkenazi.

I don't...

You bet'? Stop talking Ashkenazi and
Sephardi as if you knew all about it.

- Like your hat.
- It's a kippah.

I know, asshole.

Dianne...

I wear it because I've just buried
a great author and friend, David.

You love burying people.
Especially Jews.

- Dianne!
- I feel sorry for you.

You've no right to wear it.
You aren't a Jew, nor religious.

You're not a Worms but Loik Banalek
who's father was executed after the war.

I call myself Worms, so the worms of
remorse and shame eat my rotten family!

- You took the name because it's a Bank.
- That's anti-Semitic!

Don't talk about anti-Semitism,
I can, Herman can, not you!

- What's the matter actually?
- He the anti-Semitic.

He exploits his heritage as
he does with me with his book!

I'm not the one insulting.
I'm the one who's insulted.

I'm sorry, Francois

What's the matter with you'?

- I've to go back.
- You're grotesque!

- And you'?
- Grotesque like a madwoman.

Maybe I am.

- Let's talk more tonight.
- Tonight I'm at Maya's.

Alain is there, I need to see him.
I'll sleep there. It's best.

- What's that now'?
- Levallois's far from Paris, that's it.

- I don't understand...
- It's over, Herman.

What are you saying?

- Because of the book or Worms?
- It doesn't matter. Leave me alone!

I don't have time.

- Sorry. Can we finish...
- Finish what?

Nothing happened.
Make a new date.

No point. She dropped all charges.

It's not up to me to explain.

I'm on my way. You didn't disturb,
I didn't want a dessert anyway.

It's alright, no regrets.

On the contrary. I'm surprised.

No, I didn't know anything.
I swear.

Only by chance?

Not really,
because I remembered you.

But I wasn't aware
of the consequences.

I'll explain it face to face
if you can wait 5 minutes.

"You've come to Dianne Berger.
Please leave a message..."

No, sorry. It's Anne.

What do want'?

Open the door'?
Herman?

What time is it'?

Please. I'm all soaked.

What's happening?

I've had an argument.

- You're alone?
- Yes.

My luck.

You're furious now.

Not at all.
An argument with whom'?

Never mind.

Do you have a good laxative?
I've had constipation for 15 days.

- Dianne should have Mikrolax.
- Mikrolax, no thanks.

A drink?

Same as you.

- Whisky'?
- Yes.

Ice?

- So, what is...
- It's huge.

So you'll listen?

Good evening.
Sorry for calling back.

I was far away and in a taxi.

Taxies. Paris' second plague
after dogs. Were you at home'?

No, I was with a friend.
She's also a colleague.

- Colleague from work'?
- What else?

I don't know, well.
Sorry.

Thank you.

- Doctor, Elodie.
- Delmas will help you.

- He's sleeping.
- But I'm busy now.

No smoking here.
Go back in your room.

You've changed since
four years ago'?

I had short hair then.

- You look better now.
- Thanks.

Have a seat.

- You made me ashamed back then.
- Ashamed?

I'd like to know if Miss Viorne
is alright, you treated her.

Did you feel responsible
for her condition?

No, just curious.

I'm jealous.

I was jealous.

And you politely sent me away
bound to your confidentiality.

Miss Viorne is now Mrs Carre.

Is it surprising?

Not really, but a little.

Like all obsessive persons
I'm fascinated by hysterics.

I fell for her.

Why did you send this?

Just to check if you
still had the same number.

It's silly, I know, but...

I had a drink too much,
I felt bad...

I didn't take that picture.
But that man on it is my husband.

Excuse me. I'm confused.

It's against the rules but I've got
cigarettes and Haitian rum.

- Do you want'?
- I don't smoke.

It's from a congress.

An ethno-psychiatric
congress about Voodoo.

I can do something that's strictly
forbidden for her. I mean Anne.

What?

- Drink.
- Why not her'?

She's on Esperal.

What happens if she does'?

If she drinks she gets sick.

Nausea, vomiting, vertigo,
palpitations,

feeling of discomfort,
dropping blood pressure.

- Sudden death in some cases.
- Do you prescribe it to her'?

- I'm don't treat her now.
- You tell her take it'?

She wants it. And it's best.
She'd have destroyed herself.

Your husband has a part
in her condition.

In her tendency to self destruct.
You knew that?

We're not officially married.

You're together since...

I don't wanna talk
about myself, doctor.

Antoine.

Sorry?

Not doctor. Antoine.

Antoine, I've to go now.

It's really strong.

Wait. I still wait
for your explanations.

I tell you what I think.
You confirm or not.

This morning, your unofficial
husband met Anne, my wife.

Some jerk takes a picture,
secretly, and sends it to you.

That's it. Exactly.

A jerk or a detective.

Or a blackmailer.

None of those.

Or all of them.

A writer.

Am I too rough now'?

No. It's okay.

It troubles you'?

No.

Stop.

Can you get me a taxi?

- You've a mirror somewhere'?
- The door right ahead.

- Bought or rented'?
- Bought. I sold the other apartment.

- Dianne likes it'?
- I think so.

Where is she?

With friends.

So near the wood I'd be afraid.

- You prefer the cemetery'?
- I don't live there.

I knew you'd be there.
Was it wrong?

- You live in Jacob St'?
- My mother took it back.

Where do you live then?

- You want me to go'?
- Not at all.

I know what not at all
means for you.

I looked awful this morning,
chewing and chocolate in the teeth.

I saw no chocolate in your teeth.
And you look great.

- Really? I'm not too ugly?
- On the contrary.

Oh la la, how strange.

What do you want'?

Beside this.

Nothing. Wonderful, what an evening.

- Why aren't you married?
- How do you know'?

- And you'?
- Me what?

- After all that time?
- After you'? - Yes, after me.

After you I think I died.

No more Anne. I must go now.

- Sorry, I'll clean up.
- What's wrong with you'?

Sorry.

It's nothing.

You alright?

- Leave it. I'll do it.
- It's done.

Sure you're alright?
You're very pale.

I need to sleep a few hours.

I have to confess that I knew
about Anne and your friend.

- Are you there'?
- Yes.

She told me about their
meeting at the cemetery.

- You're lucky.
- Pardon'?

Please don't stay there.

She wanted to see him again,
she's visiting him tonight.

- Dianne?
- Don't stay there.

You alright?

Don't worry. I won't
toss and turn in your sheets.

And leave my sent
in your double-bed.

I know.

I used to be more sexy.

It's not what you think.

I think nothing.

You make a coffee'?

- Nothing happened.
- You said that.

- She got sick...
- I know.

- Didn't you wanna sleep at Maya's'?
- Sorry. I changed my mind.

- Didn't you go there'?
- Sure I went, should I have stayed?

- You went there'?
- I said yes.

Who else was invited?

It's weird, don't you think?

I find a naked girl in our bed
but I'm the one who's questioned.

I'm curious who was there.

Alain, I told you. And the
young ones, Jean and Caroline.

And Boutron with Bacache
together again.

And when did you leave?
Now'?

The crack's growing.

No, I left earlier.

And I got lost. You're not the
only one to lose yourself.

I should have
called and warn you.

But it was late.

I respect your sleep.
You let me speak alone?

I've nothing to say.

"I respect your sleep."

What a nonsense!

I'm so fed up.

Alright.
I'll get her out.

- Don't, she sleeps like a baby.
- But I'll do it.

I'll wake her up, dress her
and change the sheets.

I didn't invite her.

With soaked hair, weird memories
and submissive tenderness.

I'm leaving.

Where are my clothes?

In the bathroom.

Shit. I liked this cup.

You can't wear that.

I didn't mean it.

- Shall I help you'?
- No, thanks.

Are you worried for her'?

She won't die now.

Oh shit.

- Where're you going?
- Don't call in my presence.

Cell phone, keys,
it can't be true!

She just took the wrong coat.

- What are you doing?
- I'll tell you!

Anne! Come back!

New Message from Dr Carre

"Sorry for rushing you.
I was upset."

"I love you. I want to see
you again. Antoine."

Good morning, Genevieve.
Where's she?

In the rear room.

How's she?

Are you sleeping?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

- What did she tell'?
- Nothing.

- Did she wear this one'?
- Yes, why'?

It's not hers. May I'?

She'll stay for a while.

I'll follow up.

- Should I call Dr. Vertoux?
- You decide. You take care of her.

She'll be fine.

Bye Genevieve.

Get back in bed.

I must kill someone.

Go back to bed.

You're ill. And
stop saying silly things.

I have to kill.
Or I'll die myself.

I must tell her something.

You're just hurting her.

I'm hurting her'?
I saved her life, Mrs!

That woman doesn't exist.
You were at his home.

Draw the conclusion yourself.

Stupid girl!

It's perfect! Marine,
please make a copy.

Thank you.

I also need an advance.

Sorry. It's impossible.

- You can't stand to see me'?
- Not at all.

Are you aware we've
a contract for 5 books'?

- We're doomed to deal with each other.
- Doomed? Not at all.

You won't forgive Dianne
that way.

- It's not a matter of forgiving.
- What else?

You talk about feelings all the time,
try to understand mine a little.

I do understand, my little bunny.
Better than you yourself.

- Oh great!
- Dianne does too.

You know why it
didn't work with us?

Because I'm a man.

Definitely!

In fact she's a lesbian.

"I don't wanna be taken but caressed".
You get it'?

You don't want the truth
'cause you still have feelings!

Right.

But why shouldn't you
still have feelings?

- What's so bad about it'?
- Nothing.

We don't mention her for 4 years,
and now since yesterday...

What?

Since yesterday. Since yesterday...

- What did you say to Dianne?
- Almost nothing.

- Come on, what was it'?
- That you won't tell her about Anne.

What a jerk!

I tried to give you clues.

- You bastard.
- I did right.

In the end Dianne will give up
blaming us.

You should be grateful instead.

I should beat you up.

Get out.

Get out I said!

Hello, I'd like to speak
to Dianne Berger.

Then to Maya. It's Herman.

Neither'? Then tell Dianne to call
me as soon as she's there.

Thank you.

- Yes? - There's a man
waiting in the hall.

- A man? I've no appointment.
- Mr. Carre.

What more than Carre?

He didn't tell his first name.

- How does he look?
- Normal.

Yes? At my work.

No, nothing special.

Worms visited me earlier.

Yes?

I don't trouble, but you...

I didn't shout.

Not on the phone.

Yes.
Yes, I want to.

Now.
No, it's too noisy there.

That's it, the usual place.
I'm coming. Marine!

I'm leaving.
Just for a moment.

Can you tell Mr Carre
to arrange a meeting.

Alright.

How are you'?

- Aren't you in class?
- I've a break.

- I've your 20E.
- Keep it.

- I don't like you call me Olive
in public. - Dad then.

- I got a "C" in philosophy.
- That's not much.

Well in fact, I understood
how I had to reason

but I didn't understand about
what. Shall we lunch together'?

Today I can't.
Tomorrow'?

Next week then.
I call you.

Bye, honey.

- Your daughter?
- Yes.

- She's big.
- I got her early.

- Her mother'?
- She was also young.

- Sorry. Do we know each other'?
- I think this is yours.

- Yes indeed, but how...?
- Antoine Carre.

- Herman Beck.
- I'm Anne's husband.

Carre?
Weren't you her doctor'?

What happened with her'?

How is she?

Bad.

How bad'?

Bad.

You're officially married?

How you mean, officially?
Town hall, synagogue, church'?

Why synagogue?
Are you anti-Semitic'?

- Can't you answer my questions?
- If you answer my questions.

We had a civil wedding 4 years ago
and I'm not anti-Semitic.

- What did you do with her'?
- Nothing. She visited me.

- You made her drunk.
- No. The way you put it is pointless.

Are you paranoid?
I just offered her a drink.

The effect is the same.
She's back in hospital.

- May I introduce...
- Antoine Carre.

- He brought your stuff.
- Thank you.

- He's Anne's husband. She isn't
very well. - Is it serious'?

- Certainly.
- Can we help somehow?

I don't think so.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

- Well, I've done my mission. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Won't you return
something to me too'?

Of course, we forgot that.
Anne's coat and her phone.

Oh yes.

Best you bring them to my home.
I don't rely on the mail.

- We'll do that.
- Thank you.

We must thank you.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye...

Asshole.

- Why asshole?
- He's anti-Semitic.

Because he brought
my stuff back?

I hope nothing's missing.

My keys. They're not here.
Shit.

Sure?
Did you check well'?

If I lost them!

Take mine, I've a duplicate
at the office.

- There are more important things.
- Like what?

You made a bet with Worms?

- Pardon'?
- You heard very well.

- I didn't bet with Worms.
- No'?

He made a bet with me.

And why didn't you talk about
the meeting with Anne'?

- It wasn't relevant.
- Come on.

Why "come on"?
It wasn't important.

Not important? You were
totally confused by it.

Not at all.

But I found that girl
in your bed.

That's too easy.

Too easy for whom'?
For me'?

OK. We have
both our faults.

You piss me off with your
talking down to me!

Don't treat me like an idiot.

Don't think I just forgive
what happened yesterday.

Bye.

Shit!

I wanna tell you about yesterday,
I can't find the right words but...

- I've to pee.
- First door on the left.

- You want'?
- No thanks.

You like detective stories'?

Yes, I put them
in the bathroom.

Day Keene, Richard Jessup,
are they good?

Didn't read them.

Who read them then?

Dunno. No one.

Your wife'?

Which wife'?

She who lives here. Anne.

She doesn't live here any more.

- You threw her out'?
- I'm not that type.

She left.

Why'?

Do we need to talk about it'?

One of my tits hurts.

I'm a psychiatrist.
Not a gynecologist.

Dumbass. Be careful.

- This one'?
- The other.

Will you be gentle?

Dianne, it's me!
Could you open the door, please!

Dianne, open the door!

Dianne, it's me!
If you're here I'll kill you!

I kill you both!
I kill you even if you're not here!

And I kill him too! Open up!

- I'll call the police!
- Call them, I don't care!

Call them! Bitch!

He left.

- You regret'?
- Even better if he suffers.

May I introduce Macha?

- I need to talk to you.
- Talk, she doesn't understand.

- Pay and get her out.
- Pay her'?

You're crazy. Do you think
all Russians are whores'?

- What's the problem'?
- I can't beat you up in front of her.

A good reason to let her stay.
Turn down the TV.

Hurt your hand?

- Dianne punished me.
- Really? How'?

She's with a man.

- An anti-Semitic.
- Oh la la.

- It's your fault.
- That he's anti-Semitic'?

No asshole,
that she's doing it to me.

If you want.

It makes you laugh?

- It makes you laugh?
- Not at all.

I just can't resist a wordplay.

But it is funny.

I tell you it's not funny!
Stop it!

I'm afraid of you!
I'm not responsible!

Think about our work.

Don't be ridiculous!

Are you crazy?

Shut up, bitch!

Get out! Calm down and
I forget the whole story!

Stop it or we get hurt!

Stop it! Or I'll write about it
and spoil your reputation.

You won't win.

What...You killed him!

He's an idiot but he's my editor!
If he's dead we must call the cops!

Shut up! I don't care
what you think!

In France we don't fight!

Shut up, I said!
Shut up!

You're alright?

I call a doctor.

You fainted.
That's very serious.

You're alright?
How many fingers? Here?

Some water'?

Just shut up.

You're leaving?

Maya sent me 20 messages.

20'?

3, but it's the same. She waits
in the lab. And you'?

I'm still on night shift.

When do we meet again?

Two questions.

Pardon'?

"When do we meet again?"
Two questions.

Which is the first?

Will we meet'?

Will we need to meet'?

That's also two questions.

True.

So'? What do you think?

I don't know.

I see.

- What do you see'?
- Nothing. It's not that bad.

Don't bother.

Don't leave like this. Dianne.

Is it because I'm Jew?

What do you mean?

Herman says you're an anti-Semitic.
You wanted to screw a Jew, right'?

He talks nonsense.

You too.

If you fell ill or dizzy, go to
the emergency ward.

I guess that arnica will help.
You prefer tincture or pills?

- I don't care.
- Let me pay, I owe it to you.

Could you tell Maya
I'm not coming'?

I don't feel good.
No it's not serious.

Thanks.

What else did you want'?
His love'?

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Did you drown her'?

Leave now and
I won't blame you.

But I'll blame you.

- I'll get you dry clothes.
- Right! I'm your poor girl.

Will you return them'? T-shirt,
pants, dress? What else?

I don't care.

- I'll go.
- And panties too!

In cotton!

Thank you.

You're hurt.
I've got antiseptic.

How was it with Antoine'?

Rough and boring.

I need to be caressed.

He's obsessed.
Wants to prove something.

- Do you love him'?
- I don't love anybody.

If Herman hadn't done it,
would you have...?

Dunno.

You should have...

Go, please.

Stay or go, but choose now.

Enough's enough!

Come here, my little dimwit.

- Still angry?
- No.

Coffee'?

- I made a huge mess.
- Coffee or not'?

Nothing.
Yes, coffee.

I'd like you to leave
before Dianne wakes up.

You mean now'?

Where will you go now'?
Home or to your mother'?

Don't worry.

The coffee's good.

You two make a cute couple.

What a nightmare!

Where is she?

She left.

A nightmare about what?

I forgot.

I'd love some honey.

- Acacia or flower'?
- Chestnut.

- What's so funny'?
- I think of Worms.

If he'd seen us last night.

So you think of Worms?

Shocked?

No. When the book's out I'll
remember you laughed about it.

You can't complain.

I'm not complaining. I'm as
delighted and satisfied as you.

Delighted.

- We can thank her that...
- That what?

We have breakfast together.

I prefer not to mention
her any more.

- Afraid to get disturbed?
- Please!

I've to go.

What's so urgent? What appointment do
you have today? With whom'?

- Don't be stupid.
- But I am stupid.

I won't meet Antoine.

Don't mention Antoine for me
or say his name any more!

Mind your language! You're
responsible for what happened.

I just took revenge.

- Poor darling.
- Shut up.

I'll forget your revenge,
but I won't admit...

- Alright, thank you.
- Hello, it's me.

Can you prepare
a contract for Worms.

Just for the next one.
Not the other three books.

That's it. See you later.

An accident.
Traffic is suspended.

I've got to go, dad.
See you.

- Shall we have lunch soon?
- I'll call you.

What's in your mind?

I think that...

you frighten me.

And that I frighten myself.

I never met Anne personally.
And I regret it.

But I remember the amazing
tightness of her hips.

Her firm body,
almost cat-like.

Her slender figure,
her elegant walk.

Something cold and
distant in her eyes,

alluding to misfortunes...

And a vague reflection of an unknown
happiness, unknown to me at least...

And unknown to everyone
involved in this story.

Original subtitles:
aloysius7O

Revised version:
TheHugeAnimalFromTheNorth