All language subtitles for Drugstore.Romance.1979

DRUGSTORE ROMANCE

- I want to know everything about this woman.
- Which one?

- Can you finish it for me?
- The car or the woman?

Pretentious...

Come to see.

Drop you car and give mine
a little work.

I need about an hour.
Did you hear me?

You're always asking for favors.

Come on, do that for me.

"I play with the ball,
against the wall,

"without moving,
without laughing,

"on one foot,
on the other. "

- Do you know her?
- No.

- Come on...
- I don't know, I'm telling you.

- Any news from Marcelle?
- And you, any news from your sister?

She's not my sister, she's my
half-sister. Asshole.

What do you have against him
again?

And you, where are you going with
your equipment?

- I'm gonna clean Pierrot's car.
- Do you have the keys?

- Yes.
- Cool, I'm gonna go through it!

I want to know who the chick is.

When I think that I'm here for a
profile glimpsed in a church...

What?

Your place is nice.

You like blue, don't you?

Not at all, I bought it
like this.

I didn't have time to redecorate.

It looks just like my
childhood in Algeria.

- Toulon?
- Yes.

- What is it?
- My mother.

- And the dog?
- The dog?

My only true memory of love.

- Nothing else.
- At the moment, no.

- So, were you able to trace her?
- It wasn't easy.

I don't know her name,
I don't know where she lives.

But I know where she works.

You're lucky, it's really close by.

Italy Avenue, at the corner between
La Vistule Street and Peugeot.

- Won't you guess?
- I don't like riddles.

Ah, you upset all my plans.

Shall I help you?

- Shall you love me?
- Help you...

Rinse the soap out of your ears.

Allora!

Social worker, vet, nurse,
pharmacist...

hostess, saleswoman, butcher...

grocer, medium, beautician...

Did you buy the towel and the robe
with the house?

- No. Why?
- They're blue.

Gifts.

Dryer.

And a brush or a comb.
Whatever you have.

And you must answer me,
it's the least you could do.

- Leave me alone.
- That is out of the question.

- Pierre!
- Call me Pierrot, since it turns you on.

She's a pharmacist.

I think you'll like it.

It's very big, with windowpanes.

There are two giant plants
at the entrance.

But the interior is modern,
nothing tasteless.

She probably is the manager.

Don't trust the names on the door,

I'm sure they're irrelevant.

She doesn't look very friendly.

Despite her big eyes.

Blue,

absent-minded.

What are you singing, The Aristo?

Sung in key, it could be
Fauré's Requiem.

It's the only thing we hear now.

Last year it was Beethoven.
The year before, Erik Satie,

The Gymnopédies.

Music usually resembles
the girl.

- This year, not at all.
- Hey, no one was talking to you, Plato.

- Pierrot took everything from his dad.
- Not everything.

- What do you mean?
- I mean: not everything.

Everything he did, he did it well.

When I think I've been asking you
for a month to fix my doorknob!

- You should have married me!
- I prefer my draughts!

Well, the draughts are in
that head of hers!

- I heard you, Sonia.
- Hey, don't fuck with us, Lina.

- Leave it... Listen, I made a song.
- Again?

"Winter is cold for your feet,

"Summer... Spring is made
for daydream,

- "Summer, you show your body... "
- And fall?

Fall? I don't know yet.

- Fall, you wait for death.
- Death? Fuck no!

- Oh fuck no!
- What?

All Saint's Day.

I can't promise anything
for Friday.

- Give me a call, if you want.
- All right, but try your best at least.

- Get out, for God's sake.
- Hey, cut me some slack.

- I can't find anything, Goddammit.
- Pupuce!

- Yes?
- Have you seen Pierrot?

- He didn't come back.
- As soon as he does, send him off.

Okay.

I have it off,

you have it off,

He has it off.

- The place is a bit of a mess.
- I can imagine.

- Broken down again? Change the engine.
- Certainly not!

We don't pollute here.

Pierrot, give me a cigarette.

What do you do with your mother?
Do you go sometimes?

- She needs to see you, you have to go.
- She doesn't give a shit.

She has her secrets, she hasn't changed.

What do you want for dinner?

- I don't care, I won't be here.
- It was about time.

Be quiet. Do you hear his voice?

He doesn't speak, he purrs.

"I play with the ball,
against the wall... "

- You know where to find me. Good luck!
- Thanks.

- Is it ready?
- Yes. Louis is waiting for you.

- I'm going.
- Not now.

He's with his little woman.

Marcelle? I doubt it.

I didn't say his woman.
I said his 'little' woman.

- She's a whore from Villejuif.
- What are you saying?

She comes during the day to keep
it secret, but no one's a fool.

- Well, I can't wait.
- Don't worry.

Unlike you, he's fast.

- A little blowjob, fifty pounds, quickly earned.
- Have you no shame?

You understand nothing, you see
nothing. But I don't care.

One day I'll have you.

I'm not in a hurry.

You know, I've seen all your tricks:
how you thrill, how you fire up...

- I'm always watching you.
- You're just a snotty little girl.

Save that for your fancy women.
Was she happy at least?

Did you fuck her good?

Technique, technique, huh?
Not true love yet.

You see, it's already over.

- One day, I'll ask you a favour.
- Pierrot!

I'm going. Confidential.

To carry a letter?

I'm leaving, can I?

You're shitting me, aren't you?

Just because you're my associate
doesn't mean you get to play around.

Have a look at the Jaguar's
carburettor instead.

Then you can take off.
Try to finish before it rains.

- Ah, Denise, what a bad weather!
- A very gray day indeed.

- Have you thought of checking the order?
- Yes, yes.

Shampoo's still missing.

Never mind, that'll be enough.

Denis, I'm going to the lab,
don't disturb me.

Sir?

Um... I try to remember.
It's... for rheumatism.

- This is the baby care shelf.
- Ah, sorry.

- Do you have something for rheumatism?
- How long have you been in pain?

- It's the shoulder.
- How long?

Sorry. Um... a week.

Did you see a doctor?

I saw one but I forgot the name of
the medicine. It's...

an antibiotic drug, something unusual.

Oh, surely not an antibiotic.
Cortisone?

- That's it.
- Right, but you need a prescription.

Um... yes, you need a
prescription.

I can't do it.

- You're not on drugs, at least?
- On drugs? Oh no no no.

But I'm really in pain, you know.

I understand, you're afraid of
taking responsibility.

- The boss lady isn't here?
- It would be the same, these drugs are on check.

Oh, no, listen, I can't stay like that.

- Ask her at least.
- I can't just bother her, like that!

- Please, Madam.
- Madam!

She can't hear, I'll go see.

What is this about?
Isn't it strange?

It seems very strange.

- Is he crazy?
- I don't know...

I'm sorry, we can't without
a prescription.

Denise, you can always give
aspirin or a pain killer.

My Pierrot.

- How is Louis?
- All right.

- Do you still get along?
- It's okay.

You know, my Pierrot, if I refused to
stay with you, it's because of Louis.

When I was younger he was
always after me.

Heaven knows, I never encouraged him.

- Do you believe me?
- I don't care.

Aren't you ashamed of talking like that
to me who sacrificed everything for you?

I don't care.

What do you think, I don't regret anything,
I've loved you so much.

You were so handsome, my darling.
What would I have done with the others?

No no, don't move. I'll be quiet,
I'll be quiet.

You don't like it when I ramble on.

You've heard my stories so many times.
Huh, rascal.

I'm a windbag.

A crazy old windbag.

Why do I love you so much?

My God.

You have a heart of ice. No no.
I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet.

You'll see, I made you a
good supper.

I need to talk to you.

Did you know Mr. Viaton, the grocer
of the Mourillon in Toulon?

Answer me. You heard about him
at least, I'm sure.

Well, answer me!

I spend my time asking questions
you never answer.

But you'll listen to me.
Everything you heard is wrong.

Everything is wrong.
Everything is wrong.

Look. Look!

You don't know what is a man who
is madly in love with a woman,

Madly! So he doesn't even know
what he does anymore.

He can't eat, he can't sleep.

He wanders for days, and nights!

And I wasn't even talking to him.
I'd trash his letters without reading them.

Can people believe that?

Can they understand refusal
to a love like that?

- What are you talking about?
- Here's your father. Here he is.

Giacomo, my Giacomo.

This is your real father.
See how much you look like him.

I didn't even sleep with the other,
I never loved him!

I never loved him! I don't want
you to believe that.

I don't!

Don't worry Mom,
I don't care about all that.

I didn't manage to finish
the white Renault 4.

Well... no.

Come on, Louis, just deal with
the customer.

Yes. Tomorrow.

- Bloody hell, what won't you have me do!
- Did you see her?

I looked silly holding my gumdrops.

You asked for gumdrops?

Well, yeah, I gobbled them up
on the way back.

You think I would ask her
for condoms?

- You do it on purpose or what?
- Don't get mad or I'll show myself out.

You're such a pain in the ass
with your hypocrisy.

I stood there like an idiot with my
gumdrops.

There was a woman who wouldn't leave.

So I waited. She tells me:
"Do you want something else?"

"Well, I don't know yet, I'm
hesitating, " I tell her.

She gave me funny look.

You know, like she was expecting
me to steal or something.

Finally the weirdo left with
her baby food and her slimming pills,

so I immediately shoved your letter
into her face.

She asks me: "What's that?"

"It's not a chain, don't worry, "
I tell her.

So she shrugged her shoulders.
She's kind of a snob, isn't she?

Then she started to read at full speed,

then she crumpled up the letter
and tossed it into the bin.

- No?
- You expected her to frame it?

You know, your literature,
we've seen better.

Hey, we can have a little fun.

And then? Did you get an answer?

Of course. Well, there's none.

But she asked about you.

About me?

How you were, where you lived...

- And what did you say?
- Well, not the truth, naturally.

I said you were young,
handsome, intelligent...

and that all the chicks chase you.

But I'm not sure she believed me.

- Come on, Emma, let's go play cards.
- Why won't you take a walk.

- You're such an asshole.
- Go back to your engines.

- Stop the bullshit, what'd you say?
- Well, quite frankly:

"If you want to know how he is,
the best is to meet him. "

- And then?
- She didn't say anything.

Customers entered.

Hey, don't take that story
too seriously.

If I need some advice, I'll
give you a ring.

No need for that, you know I'll always be
around... to bust your balls.

- What time does the pharmacy close?
- Don't know, around 8:00.

- Excuse me.
- You should say "Please excuse me. "

- Sorry, I can't help it.
- What?

I'm sorry, it's late,
we're closed now.

- I'm the one who sent you the letter.
- Ah...

It's a charming idea. An idea I
wouldn't have had, but charming.

And you must be the one with
the rheumatism the other day.

- A great big strategy, huh.
- Do you want to have dinner with me?

A candlelight dinner...

I'm already taken, bye.

We could still have a drink, it doesn't
have to mean anything.

If it doesn't mean anything,
then another time will do.

But I'm telling you: you're wasting
your time.

Not if you're next to me.

"It's a charming idea. An idea I
wouldn't have had, but charming. "

"A great big strategy. "
"A great big strategy. "

"I'm already taken. "

"You're wasting your time. "

"If it doesn't mean anything,
then another time. "

- He's completely lost.
- Aren't you lost yourself?

Ah no, I'm not lost. I don't lose
my marbles for the latest fad.

- You're above that.
- Below, on the contrary.

My two feet well grounded.

You guys are screwed up when you've
got someone under your skin.

I'm not a romantic, I don't
dream of serenades.

- Can I know?
- I don't dream, end of story.

I'm waiting for having sex with him.

I don't bother imagining,
I just wait.

And when I'll be having sex with him,
I know it'll be good.

Don't ask me why, I just know.

Because he has a big dick?

That's why you sneak a look at him when
he sunbathes on the balcony.

Look at him, he's so sad.

So sad...

It'll be perfect.

We'll get along,
I tell you.

I'll make him unhappy, and he'll
make me happy.

Hey, Pupuce, speaking of dicks,
if you have a hung-up, I know some tricks.

Oh, really?

You rub it four times a day for ten
minutes with ointment,

from the base to the top, firmly.
You should grow a good centimeter in a month.

By the end of the year, that'll
be a lot!

Stop smirking.

You won't you compete with
me, will you?

I'm don't smirk, I'm happy.
It's silly.

You're happy because I
changed my mind?

Yes.

Tell me why.

I like to change my mind.

But this time, I shouldn't have
I think.

Listen, I had no reason to have
dinner with you, right?

And, the other day, when you talked
about music,

I don't know...

Only for the music?

Yes. No.

The way you talk about it,
the contrast.

I don't know how to talk. I prefer...

I can imagine.

But precisely...

I've always preferred Debussy to Fauré

With a kind of certainty.

You know...

- Unshakable.
- Don't you find Fauré functional...

- What a feast!
- With Debussy, form develops itself organically,

I mean, there is no
preconceived form.

When he composes he goes...
on an adventure.

He mostly look for...
for...?

- The unprecedented.
- The unprecedented.

- He was the first to free himself from forms.
- You're happy, it's comforting.

Mock me again.

I'm always so sure about
what I should think.

Fauré is direct.

Is that what you think of Fauré?

He respects themes, he's closer
to things, he goes deeper.

Maybe, after all...

And you will laugh.

I used to believe in classes language.

What's your name?

- Does it matter?
- It does. Tell me, I want to know.

Pardon?

Well, Jeanne, Michelle, whatever you'd like.
It depends on the day.

I'm Pierre.

You already told me earlier.

And that people call you
Pierrot sometimes.

So you're Pierre, and I...

I have no name.
I never have a name.

Don't sulk, please.

Tell me instead, dear Pierrot,
where did you study music?

I didn't study. I just buy
random records.

But I often listen to them...

I go to concerts,
when I have time.

- Guess what I'm doing.
- A drawing? I can't see.

- No, in life.
- You're a mechanic.

- Don't tell me otherwise, you reek of gasoline.
- Do I?

Don't be sorry. Is it important
for me to know?

- That you work in a garage?
- No.

Very well. Now you're in key.

- Do you live alone?
- Ah, yes.

- Are you never bored?
- Ah, no.

I know why.

You think it's in your advantage to work in a
garage and to know about music.

If I may say.

Fauré in a garage...

Tell me about yourself.

- What are your titles?
- My titles? My claims to fame?

I was a judo champion in Val-de-Marne,

a table tennis finalist and a basketball
champion in the military.

- Is that all true?
- Yes, why would I lie?

Of course... And?

- Women like me.
- In the clouds, I was completely in the clouds.

With my preconceived ideas,
peremptory.

But you'll wake me up.

I'm very happy to have met you.

Do you know what you'll do?

You'll come for dinner at my place.

Friday night.

Sixth floor,
across the street.

And there's no name on the door.

Well, no.

Hey, Lina...

- always on the front line?
- I'd better take care of my garbage.

No one will do it for me.

Everything all right? Smell.

"Wild fragrance. " Do you like it?

- She told me I reek of gas.
- It's the full monty, huh.

- Where are you going like that?
- To send myself to seventh heaven.

Mind the fall down.

I don't intend to fall down.

Remember to clean your tool
when you get back.

There's nothing like socialites
to give you gonorrhea.

- You know what my father used to say?
- No.

Take a piss before honoring your wife
and after fucking your mistress.

Your father was a real dick.

Well, of course, you don't give a shit about
that kind of advice.

- According to the rumor.
- You shithead.

Do you peek through keyholes?

- It's a disease.
- You don't know shit.

Tell me, little man.

Four fucks is a minimum for your age.

Don't disappoint the ladies.

If I need some advice, I'll ask
for your help.

Whenever you want!

The first time you're invited,
you don't bring anything.

That's a rule. I guess we'll pretend
you've already been here.

I like to give presents.

I don't have time to spend the money
I earn for myself.

- Do you work late?
- Late and early.

I have time for nothing,
I don't have a life.

- You chose your trade.
- It's true, but that will change.

Either time and no money or
money and no time but...

I know that today it will change.

All right, I need to go back to
my oven.

I didn't bother too much: a little pizza,

Parma ham, salad, cheese...

and a slice of pie. Since you brought it.

Put on a record while we wait.

Do you find anything?

Be kind and pour yourself some whiskey.

I have nothing else, I'm telling you.

Really, is it your passion?

- Come sit next to me.
- Why? I'm fine here.

Come here.

Come here.

Please...

Let go of my hand.

I need it.

I hope you like white wine.

I didn't have the courage to go back
down. It's a country wine.

Their only flaw is the corks: they're
hard.

- You'll take care of that.
- Are you scared?

Of what?

- To sit next to me.
- No.

- We're better facing each other.
- All positions are good.

- Don't be vulgar now...
- I love you.

Oh, well...

What's all this about?

Oh and... let's stop the record.

This music is going to
your head.

- Don't ruin the evening.
- I love you, what can I do?

You can keep your mouth shut, or
talk about something else.

You'll become boring.

Be nice, I don't want to play
this game.

Why a game?
You don't believe me?

I don't care!

The problem isn't whether I believe you or not.
I don't care, do you get it?

Why did you invite me then?
It's dishonest.

Unbelievable.

This is typical masculine logic.
Me, dishonest.

I regret this badly.

I invited you for dinner, not for sex.
There.

Listen, I think you're amusing, curious.

Can't you just want to know someone
better without other intentions?

Come on, finish your drink so
we can eat.

I can't.

You're not hungry but I am!

I can't stay close to you and not
touch you. I need physical contact.

Hug me, stuff my throat with your tongue
and breathe like a seal?

I can't stop thinking of you.
I can't take it anymore.

Come on, let's go...

No romance.

Think about me when you listen
to Fauré, that's fine.

Isn't that enough?

- What do you want? To fuck me?
- And why not?

I don't want to.

- You're making a fool of yourself.
- I don't give a shit! I don't!

Maybe you care about foolishness.
I don't.

Get away from me.
Get away from me!

You can't say no to somebody!

What do you care?

Love is a feast. Look what you're
doing to yourself.

Baleful eyes, clenched fists,
squeaky voice, pouring tears.

If this is the show you want me in,
thank you very much.

As for the pelvic thrust which
must be your pride...

You can bang it wherever you want.
Not here.

I enjoy myself in life. I take what
pleases me when it pleases me.

What did you expect me to do?

To join your pantomime, your pantings?

To play the contact between
tongue and flesh,

the saliva dripping on bodies,
in mouths.

Did you want to penetrate me?

Without even knowing if I wanted you.

Hurting me with hairs.

And on top of that, nine men out of ten
don't know how to do it.

Have you ever actually pictured
yourself in this situation?

Try.

Try...

If it really is unbearable,
get off.

I'm off. I don't get why you took it
out on me like that.

- It's outrageous.
- That's how things are, my friend,

- if you fear that...
- I don't fear having sex with you.

Don't start again.

- Will you never sleep with me?
- I don't know!

Someday maybe, I don't want to
at the moment.

Leave now, what else can I
possibly tell you?

Let me kiss you at least once.

Come back when you've calmed down.

At the pharmacy, not here.

In any case not unexpectedly,
I forbid you.

- Yes?
- Is Melinda here?

- She's recording. Do you want to see her?
- Yes.

- The next door... red... booth.
- Thank you.

"When the music reveals
an ocean of nudity...

"And my mellow hands refrain
from further inquiry...

"in our disturbing games...
go away... go away...

"Under the weight of my heart
my legs give way...

"Pacing unhurriedly
my clothes strip away...

"I think of your body
under your careful watch...

"This is all I have left
and I think about death.

"Go away... go away...

"At the moment you throw
your nets all around me

"My voice starts breaking
and I yell"Take me... "

"Someday soon for sure
I won't have it any more

"And I'll repeal the idea
of your virtuous revelry.

"Give me what I like...
Your manhood is what I like... "

What's wrong?

Good, this is very good.
It'll be great, you'll see.

But there's a moment when...

You need to give it a little more.
Go for it.

- When you say...?
- "Give me what I like. "

"Give me what I like. " There,
go for it. Louder!

"I like it, " everywhere!
Here! Here!

And Melinda, at the end, when
you sing a little louder,

you really need to take
a step back.

- You do that.
- Like that? Until here?

- Yeah yeah yeah.
- Let's take a break if you want.

Yes please, I'd like that, I'm
a little tired.

All right, let's have a break,
very well.

It's a beautiful song, isn't it?

Oddly enough, I had the inspiration by
something I heard in your back yard.

So, did you see her?

It didn't go well.

Women can be capricious, huh.

I feel a little bad about
playing the tout.

That's not my job, you know.

You know how this kind of
things begin and then...

Anyway... I'm trapped.

I have to get back to work.

"Give me what I like...
Your manhood is what I like...

"So go away... go away...

"Get off!

"Go away...

"Get off... go away...
go away... "

- I'm going to the vegetables.
- Don't be gone for an hour, huh.

- Is Louis around?
- He's in the country.

He went for a repair.

- A repair...
- Cherries! Peaches! Quality!

Pierrot, I can't come tomorrow. I'm
taking a friend to the doctor.

- It's rather serious.
- Really? Never mind.

Come on, my Pierrot, no one dies
of love.

- Only pride can hurt you.
- You'll tell me what you want, Plato.

But this parade of ladies at
Pierrot's

always worried me. Look
at the result.

- But don't you know: "Omne Animal Triste Post Coitum. "
- Excuse me?

When a man has fucked,
he feels blue.

That's why you giggle all the time.

Cockroach!

It's Sunday morning, he
speaks Latin.

I shut his mouth. Don't you think
he looks like a heron?

- She's such a pain.
- Lina's problem is that she thinks too much.

She wasn't made for that.

She pretends to worry about
Pierrot.

Well, we worry about you.
Nobody wants your books.

- Goddammit.
- Do you really need money?

Your books are too intellectual.
Hold on, listen to this...

Is this another song? "Winter
is cold for your feet... "

- Bastard! Listen.
- I'm listening.

"What's the use of playing lyre,
Socrates, since you're condemned to die?"

To play lyre before I die.

Okay, Lina, have you made
up your mind?

I'd take the artichokes, but they
make too much waste. I have a small bin.

Pierrot, bring me some lettuce,
I won't have enough.

What's wrong with Pierrot?

He's dying of love for me,
but he won't yield.

Right, I'll believe you
some other time.

You bag of bones, dicks won't get hard
for you anytime soon.

Keep talking. In 4 or 5 years I'll be
the hottest girl on the market.

I'll dress up to here,
I'll walk head down.

Everyone will say: "Little Emma
changed so much!"

And everyone will want
to screw me.

- What do you need, Mimine?
- Some salad.

I don't think you'll ever be walking
with the head down.

When I was little, my father
used to beat me.

He raped me. Since then I'm
traumatised.

- That's why I'm cynical and I swear.
- That's not true.

No it's not. I'm not even
from the welfare.

- And the radishes?
- You didn't tell me. They're gone.

They're not, come see.

Pupuce, serve Mimine.

- Sonia, I'm going for a drink.
- Don't stay here, sad boy, go back there!

- Right, she kicked me like a scumbag.
- That was 3 weeks ago.

Women change their mind all the time.
Get off!

- But it's Sunday.
- So what? Maybe she's on duty.

Try, you have nothing to lose.

- Anyway, I don't want you here.
- Emma, someone's asking for you.

I'm coming.

Leave him alone.
You can't help him.

One day or another, I will.

You won't do what Anna did?

Anna! Leave Anna alone,
she's fine where she is.

That's the point, she left.

That's what happens when you
give in to passion.

Come on in!

- That's a nice thing to do.
- Good morning.

How did you know I was working?

I didn't, I came randomly.

That's even nicer.

What an early spring.

Don't you need glasses?

And how's your rheumatism?

- I won't bother you too long.
- Oh, I was bored.

I have work to do...

I just wanted to see you.

- Who are you today, Jeanne or Michèle?
- What do you think?

- Jeanne.
- Why?

She's sweeter, she's more
understanding of people.

Will you going to the concert
on Wednesday?

I don't know.

- Your hair's already longer.
- Of course, it grows.

Is there no solution?

Respect me, I swear I'm trying to forget
you but I can't.

I can't stand blackmail.

I didn't ask you to come see me.

Give me your phone number, at your
place.

I'll call you on Wednesday night.

We'll go get a snack from
somewhere.

- Hey Pierrot!
- Yeah?

I have a little problem, can you
take care of this one?

I can't, I'm already late.

Come on, he's a good customer,
I couldn't say no.

He got in a collision
while leaving for vacation.

And of course he's in a hurry.

In a hurry... my customer is too.
They all are.

Come on, Pierrot, make an effort. For
the other one, I'll take it on myself.

Yeah, I'm coming. Go ahead.

Well, are you here again?

You're always under their feet.

You know, next time I see you here,
I'll put you to work too.

- And there're loads.
- Exploiter!

Yeah...

Pupuce!

Yeah.

- Take care of that, it's urgent apparently.
- I don't have time.

Find some.

I won't find any, it's not my job.

Louis asked you to do it,
not to pass it to me.

And you don't have time but
you can't take it.

- You're not being very nice here.
- I'm sick of being your stopgap.

- And I don't like how you talk to me.
- How is that?

You play the boss. I'm up to my ass
in your caprices.

Someone had to tell you.

Can't you see you bust our balls since
your druggist bit your head off?

- Fucker!
- What the hell!

I'm going to smash your face!

Louis!

Cut the bullshit!

Do you hear that?

- Pierrot! Stop!
- I'll kill you, Fucker!

Stop it, Goddammit.

Get the fuck out!

Go upstairs.

Is it that bitch who puts him in this
state?

I don't know but he's impossible.

Do you want to come to my room tonight?

Are you crazy? Two slaps,
I'll give you.

That's enough, Pierrot.

Enough!

Outside of work you do whatever you
want, it's none of my business.

But I've had complaints from
customers.

And if we're late, it's
your fault.

- And now you demolish Pupuce?
- Is that all?

Oh, don't take me for a fool, okay?

Everyone has problems in life
but you don't act like a man.

So your pride... I'm
not impressed.

Fire me, for God's sake, fire me!
What are you waiting for?

Anyway I'm fed up with your
garage and your cars,

with that little bastard and with
your fuckface.

DON'T FORGET THE LAUNDRY.
MARCELLE

- What the hell are you doing?
- Did I wake you up?

I came to see Louis, I thought
I'd clean a little.

- The place is yours.
- You won't come down like this.

You don't want to?
It would do you good.

I can't. I can't bear to
be touched.

Is that so...

When you have someone under your skin,
don't even bother trying to forget.

It happened to me, May '68,
at the heart of the mess.

With my job, it wasn't easy.

You think it's funny. Believe me,
I've struggled in my life.

- But it's in the past now.
- Indeed.

Now my life is beautiful.

I got married and as we didn't
have kids,

my husband agreed that I'd
make a little money.

There are so many lonely men
in the suburbs...

And I do some cleaning for them.
It's even nicer this way.

You know, love doesn't exist.

It's all in the mind, and
it's not normal.

We make too much of a fuss
for it.

It's none of my business, you know,
but Louis is sad too.

That man had a great sorrow.

His wife left him not even
a year ago.

No, that's not it.

I knew Marcelle.

I'm just telling you to watch out,
don't be too selfish.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

I know it's not funny to get caught
like that.

It should be funny, actually,
because it's so stupid.

Come on, admit that
Louis sent you.

I'm not trying to hide it.
Let's not tell him though.

It's not for the money he gave
me, but for my pride.

All right.

A woman's pride can hide anywhere.

Tell Louis that I won't be working
for a while.

But I don't want to talk
about it with him.

Stop. Stop.

You'll make me cry too.

Come on, we really look stupid
like that.

Two orphans girls...

Come on, let's eat.

I didn't serve you so it wouldn't
get cold.

Stop the bullshit!

Do you think I'm enjoying it?

Well, I'm sick of your
moods and feelings.

I'm not unhappy, I just cry
all the time.

You just cry because you can't climax,
that's well known.

I've never cried out of
joy or sorrow.

Tomorrow I won't be able to say
that anymore.

- Let me bring your steak.
- No, I can't eat. I can only drink.

Of course, you're dehydrating
with all the crying.

It will pass, there's no reason
it wouldn't pass.

Dying is so stupid.

I want to strangle...

What a bitch...

- Is it her?
- I think so.

- Don't answer.
- Are you crazy?

If you answer,
you're not a man.

She won't call back.

I certainly hope so.

You see, it's easy.

She won't call back, I tell you!

And I don't know how to reach her.

I'll call at the pharmacy.

Hello, yes?

Yes, is it you?

No. No no, I'm alone.

No no, of course I won't move.

No, I'm waiting for your call.
You will, right?

"You will, right? I'm waiting
for your call. "

At your command!

You're pathetic. You're being conned,
you don't even see it.

Why would she call back if she
wasn't interested? Why?

She won't call you back,
I'm telling you.

Can't you see she's keeping you here?
In the meantime she's going to the concert.

- Alone or not alone.
- What are you saying?

What you're saying is outrageous.

- Try this.
- No, thank you Mom, I already ate.

But they're light, they
won't upset you.

Do you know a good locksmith?
Never mind, whatever.

Here, go to this address and order...
don't say your name, huh,

just give the name of an old friend,
you'll order...

a lock, here, like this one.

You'll come install it for me. You're
a mechanic, it'll be easy for you.

Since your father died they
spy on me uninterruptedly.

They take turns: one day Plato,
one day The Aristo, one day Lina.

Especially Lina.

I can't put a foot outside
without being followed.

When I come back, I can't
find anything.

One day it's my silver spoons,
the next the trunk's key.

Or my slippers, or even my horn comb!
An old, toothless comb...

Are you sure you don't hide them
before going out?

You silly. Of course I hide them.
But when I come back,

I can't find them where
I had put them.

They hide everything from me,
they take everything.

It won't bring them any luck, but when they'll
see the lock they'll be nicely caught!

They'll find something else,
but in the meantime...

It's like a telephone,
they're listening.

Mom...

Don't you mock me.

They listen to everything I say,
someday you'll see I'm right.

One day I won't be making any call.

- Or answer any call.
- How will I speak with you?

Oh oh, like you care,
you never call.

You just come like tonight,
unexpectedly.

I don't dislike it but, you don't
love you old mother anymore.

Dare you tell me you still love her!

What did they do to you?

What's up with you?

Nothing, I'm a little tired.

- I don't understand anything about women.
- They're all bitches.

One's always worst than the other.

If this is why you worry, you're wasting
your time, believe me.

- Don't you like my doughnuts?
- I'm not hungry.

Sonia wouldn't treat
you like that.

Let me pack them up for you,
you'll eat them at home.

You weren't home the other night,
you don't keep your promises.

- You play me like a fool.
- I have other things to do, believe me.

You're not going to stay
here all day?

I am, all day and all night.

I won't move from here,
I rented the spot.

And what will that change?

Maybe you'll understand.

Maybe you'll explain yourself.
Maybe I won't go crazy.

I didn't want to go to Pleyel with
you, if this is the matter.

I don't give a damn about Pleyel...

You could have told me on the phone.
I wouldn't have come.

I didn't want to risk it.

Too bad.

You're so strange, so abrupt.

Well, I mean, if you understand.

Don't stay here! Someone
will notice you.

Do you fear for your reputation?

Well, tell me tell you this:
all this will end up badly.

- Well, what a show you have here.
- Yeah...

Can I have some water?
Just a few drops.

- Good morning, Sir.
- Sir.

Come on in, don't stay out.
You can wipe your feet here.

I know him. He's from Bicêtre.
Besides he's a famous ladykiller.

- Excuse me?
- Women are crazy about him.

My name is Antonin Barrier and
I clamp down on filth.

Again, congratulations, Sir.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Oh Madame!
- Are you a demonstrator?

No, why? Ah, I'm in love.

Ah, demonstrative then.

Please, kind Madam, could you go tell
the lady there in the pharmacy...

to come to my house, all the time?

But Sir, send your messages yourself!

At least if it was for me...

Not very kind, huh?

That's really not nice.

So no one understands anything
at all?

I'm the usual jerk.

Don't worry.

You think it's funny, huh!
I'm in my house. Yes, this is my house!

- He's totally nuts.
- Probably.

Go fuck yourselves.

But I love this lady! Can't you
see I love this woman?

But nobody believes me, nobody understands.
Why, good God?

- I don't know if you realize we're a public service.
- What?

- There's nothing to laugh about.
- Is that what you think?

- You'll get us into trouble...
- Tell Michèle that...

Her name is not Michèle!

Yes yes, tell Michèle she knows where I am,
I won't go anywhere.

She can do whatever or go wherever she wants.
I won't bother her anymore.

Tell her that. I won't bother her
anymore.

And tell her also that I enjoy life.

- For the first time, I enjoy life.
- Have you been drinking?

Don't forget to tell her what
I've just told you.

Go take a bath at least,
you are scary.

Do you know where I can find
the Rue de Patay?

Do you want to help me?

Watch out! Help me, quick. Let's
take him to the pharmacy.

No way...

- He fainted.
- Right, of course.

Put him there, on the chair.

He'll be all right.

Denise, go get me a wet towel.

Thank you. All will be fine.

It's nothing, you can leave.

Thank you, Father,
it's not that serious.

- Do you know him?
- No, I don't.

I asked him my way to help him
out of all these people.

Don't you think you're a bit harsh?

Wake up.

I'll never forgive you for that.

I can assure you that he's not
in his right mind.

He's either on drugs or he's
not eating enough.

When I touched him, he fell
like a corpse.

He was crying.

Oh, he cries whenever he wants to.

I'm sorry to be so harsh for you,
but I know what I'm doing.

Leave, your show has gone on
long enough.

Now you've crossed the line.

And take your car with you.

If you try only once to do that again...

I won't hesitate to call the
police.

I don't ever want to see you again.

Come on, this woman is
totally insane.

He really did faint.

I know.

I think I'll stay home
for a few days,

so people can forget all
about this story.

How are you?

I can't stay, I have to meet my
nephew at St. Lazare Station.

Goodbye.

- Come meet my son.
- No!

- Why not?
- Is Jacques here?

- Yes.
- And tomorrow?

- He'll be at work, of course.
- Where is that?

The factory Roux. You know,
they make locks.

- He who cared so much about his freedom.
- We had no other choice.

So, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow
on the beach.

- Do you have a hotel?
- Yes, over there on the square.

- Come on home, Jacques won't bite.
- No.

Well, I need to get back,
it's dinner time.

- Don't you want to hear about Emma?
- No.

See you tomorrow. You're not
leaving, are you?

Leaving unexpectedly like
you did 5 years ago?

Not even a letter.

Still, you don't seem unhappy
to see me.

I didn't ask you to come. Since you're here,
why would I complain?

You look older.

It's like you've just left the street
with your little bag on your arm.

Only Emma saw it through.

She said: "She won't come back,
she doesn't want us anymore. "

- If you came to talk about the past you can leave.
- No.

See you tomorrow then.

- He looks like you.
- Not at all, he's the picture of Jacques.

- I haven't really seen him.
- I know.

- Are you cold?
- No, I didn't sleep well.

The hotel wasn't good?

If you think I didn't see you
in your car...

You just can't help lying. I don't
know what for.

Come here you. How many
fingers do I have?

- What's your name?
- Leave him alone, he's not a trained seal.

Go play now.

So, is it Emma who sent you?
Anything going on?

No, no one knows where I am.

You came on your own?

Listen, I'd be willing to explain myself
once and for all, but never again.

- You had good reasons, as always.
- Stop.

Oh, anyway I didn't come here
because I hold you accountable.

Then tell me why you came.

Because I needed you.

I found peace, Pierrot.

5 years.

It has been just enough.

And yet, I had this little rascal.

Otherwise, I would have left Jacques
for you a hundred times.

For our street, and for the rest.

You always tell yourself you need
someone or something.

You don't need anybody.
You are self-sufficient.

You're made for living alone.

Here I have time, life is easy.

I'm not bored like I was in Bicêtre.
Light changes so often.

At night Jacques comes home,
alone or with friends.

It's good.

I don't love him the way I loved you.
That only happens once.

I don't have enough imagination...

to make up stories.
My passion was you.

But you were not enough...

comfortable.

You were even...

Troublesome?

Yes, troublesome.

Who told you that?

That's exactly my problem.

Really? You're the last person
I'd expect this to happen.

Tell me then.

What is she like?

Inaccessible.

On top of that.

- What does she do?
- Huh?

Social work.

She came one day for the old Sonia
and that was it.

Beautiful, of course.
Young.

- No.
- Ah.

- And you're really unhappy.
- Yes I am.

- I'll put my jacket, I'm cold.
- Yes, indeed.

Where is my son? Pierrot!
Come here.

You could have asked me to be
the godfather at least.

There's no godfather,
this is bullshit.

I already didn't want Emma
to be baptized.

Mom wasn't against it but
the stupid old man insisted.

And I was only the "half-sister", the "girl
from the first bed" as they say.

When I think he could have
been my son.

He would have played in the
street, like us.

Stop that, please. Put him down.

We would have made him
a strong man. Admiral!

Put him down!

- I would have loved to give you a child.
- Leave me alone.

Are you leaving?

I loved you more than you think,
you know.

- Bastard.
- I need calm too. You could give it to me.

Don't leave, Anna, I need you.

If you want, I don't go back to Bicêtre,
I'll work as a fisherman.

You'll come to see me sometimes.
I'll go tomorrow to Ouistreham.

- Come find me at noon.
- Bastard.

- You have no right not to come.
- Bastard!

Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!

Come on...

- What did you do with Pierrot?
- He stayed with his dad, it's Sunday.

- I don't even know how I live.
- You never have.

- Jacques allowed you to leave?
- Yes.

- Did he know where you'd go?
- Yes!

Oui... streham.

What a name. Where does it come from?
Oysters?

Dad pronounced it with deep inhales:
"Oui-stre-ham... "

Stop it. Hold on, you say it too.

- "Ouistreham. "
- Not really good...

Your father.

- Who died in an accident?
- Yes, the real one.

He committed suicide, the idiot.

In the end he'd take me on his lap
and sing the Valse Triste.

I can't do it anymore. And I can't with...

- With your opera, it's not practical.
- It's not opera, it's a requiem.

- Cheerful...
- In a way it is.

You really take yourself too
seriously with your music.

Dad used to tell me, to go far in life,
you need a passion.

You, nothing interests you.

You'll end up a suburb housewife wiping kids'
butts and cooking for your husband.

Like it's a bad thing.

I haven't been any luckier.

That's because you don't know how to enjoy it.
You get distracted, you're mediocre.

Not in everything.

Leave me, I'm sick.

Do you remember...

When I didn't want you, I'd say:
"Don't touch me, I'm sick. "

I thought you didn't want to talk
about the past.

But what can we talk about with you?

The future?

You make me laugh with your
sexual vanity.

You make love very well.

Like a professional. There's really
nothing to brag about.

It's not so bad that you finally
hit a snag.

Stop that music, it's like
we're in a church.

And your mother?

She's going insane.

- She never really liked me.
- No.

Ouch.

- You're the one I should be in love with.
- Shut up.

Listen to the wind.

It's like that every night. Especially
that close to the cliffs.

When I can get any sleep,

I dream that the wind tears
the roof apart...

and that people come to look
at me from above.

So I get angry, I start punching,

I wriggle in every direction,
panic's on.

Then Jacques wakes me up and grumbles
because soon it will be morning,

and he wants to sleep.

I like the wind.

Especially with gusts...

and I'm under cover.

Do you want me to stay here
next to you?

Poor Pierrot, so unhappy. He'd like to be
here and there at the same time.

You wouldn't mind a little harem.

You're already gone, I can see it
on your face.

Dress up and go back to Paris. And
don't worry, I'll be fine.

And please shut up before you say
something stupid again.

- Listen...
- Shut up.

Give me a nice kiss and go away.

We have nothing else to say to each other,
you know that.

- I'm sure the curtains have moved.
- Oh you... can you see through?

In the cracks. I see through the cracks.

Come here so I can introduce you
to these gentlemen.

Even if the curtains have moved, it doesn't
prove that Pierre is back.

According to you it'd be a draught?

A draught or something else. You can't assert
anything when you're unsure.

One can't be sure...

Finally, Lina, is he back or not?

Of course he is. Haven't you
seen the car?

And last night, all that noise.

- It was the "Pie".
- Excuse me?

"Le Pie Jesu Domine. "
Ha ha ha...

- Here's Jacomo.
- Giacomo!

- But it's a female dog.
- Really? So what?

- Whose that monster?
- Excuse me?

This is Lina's last discovery:
a trained dog.

He's named like your father, but he doesn't
sing so good. Come down see everyone.

You and discretion, you're like
chalk and cheese.

The fact is that the curtains had
moved and someone was home.

The fact that he was here doesn't mean the curtains
had moved because he was here.

- So, what's new?
- Louis broke a leg.

The garage is closed.

Pupuce is on vacation. Your
mailbox is full.

What are the letters about, didn't
you have a look?

You don't know me very well.
Marcelle is back.

It never rains but it pours.
Is Louis at the hospital?

In the room upstairs, at the garage.

- What are you doing at Sonia's?
- I'm taking care of her.

- Did you tell him?
- We summed up.

All right, come on Pierrot.
We need to talk.

One second.

Go, go.

It's about time you returned,
I was overwhelmed.

Being at the cashier at Republic square,

Running here to feed Louis,

and now with Sonia who's ill.

- And what does the doctor say?
- About Sonia?

- Yes.
- The heart.

She gets weaker every day.
You understand,

I am being blamed for bossing
everyone around,

but when things get messy, they all
come looking for me.

I was actually born for taking
care of others.

- Do you think it's funny?
- If nothing else...

Thank you very much.

Anyway, now that you're here
they'll leave me alone.

I hope so, because if you think he's thankful
for what I do for him...

- Do you really do it for him?
- What do you mean?

He kept your shares, didn't he?

Do you also want my shares
in the garage company?

You have no problem mouthing off, huh?
Isn't Louis enough?

What does Louis have to do with that?
He's not the one cooking for me.

Maybe he wouldn't mind.
You should ask him.

- Where are you going?
- To see Louis.

You never liked me and neither did I.
Then stop the play-acting.

Wait. Don't go see him now, after
what I've said.

I promise, Pierrot,
it just slipped out.

What are you talking about?
Listen, Marcelle,

I don't understand anything
of what you're saying

and nothing annoys me more than not
understanding what's happening.

That's the reason I took off.

Wasn't it for a woman?

That's what Louis was told anyway.

He was afraid you'd do something stupid.
He sat next to the phone continuously.

When I was still here, he'd be
watching you secretly.

That was inappropriate.

Well, go see him.
He's so worried.

Go, hurry up.

What now?

Oh, it's you!

- When did you come back?
- Last night.

- You want some coffee?
- No, don't move. Later.

So, you don't know what to do
under a car anymore?

It's the swing: I'm on the
leaning side.

I don't understand anything of what
people tell me today.

Well, you see, life for me is like a board
you put on a roller:

first you go up, then the board tips up
and then...

What's up with the garage? There's
no more customers?

- Less and less.
- Less and less...

Did you really have to
call Marcelle?

Oh that wasn't me, Emma called her.
You know her.

I don't know what's in your
wife's mind,

she keeps making insinuations.

Don't pay attention.

You also look mysterious.
What's going on?

- Do you have something against me?
- Stop it, it's not about you.

- About who then?
- Me.

I'd be pissed if you'd hear it
from anyone else before me.

When I hired you at the garage with me,

I watched you grow up.

I thought I loved you, like a son.

I loved you.

But not like a son.

You didn't realize anything.

Marcelle couldn't be fooled.

She understood everything,
that's why she left.

You know, Pierrot,

it's hard to love like that and
not be able to say it.

Don't make that face, I didn't
insult you.

So, if you want to sell your
shares I found a buyer.

I even found one for
your apartment.

If you're not satisfied with the price,
I'll pay the difference.

- Do you want me to leave?
- Me?

As you can see, you just leave and
I wreck myself.

- Don't laugh like that, goddammit.
- Do you want me to cry?

I owe you everything, Louis.

Do you know what I think?

I think that when a desire is so strong,

- you can't say no to it.
- Get back to work instead of talking bullshit.

Please, get off.

- I'm glad I read the news.
- You won at horse racing?

No, I read you came back.

- How come you're here?
- The old Sonia gave me the keys.

You know I don't like it when
you come to my place.

- Open the window.
- No, I have to talk to you.

- But first, I want to hear everything.
- There's nothing to tell.

- Did you leave with her?
- No.

You'd had say yes, I wouldn't have believed it.
Where were you? With whom?

No one, in Normandy.

To see Anna? In Luc?

- That's fucking selfish. You didn't do that?
- I did.

You're a fucking asshole.

That's not for you to judge.

I can't believe it. I hope she threw
you out properly.

Go play elsewhere, you're
busting my balls.

Did you fuck her? Don't tell me
you fucked her?

Stop it!

What else did you want me to do?

Kill myself?

How was she when you left?

Good. Don't make a scene.

- Did she ask about me?
- She didn't.

Are you healed at least?

- Leave me the fuck alone.
- Are you healed or not?

No, I don't know.

You better know, my friend. Because
she wants to see you.

"Come as soon as you can.
Keanne / Michèle. "

- When did you receive it?
- Last week.

I couldn't follow up.

What time is it?

- I wasn't in Paris.
- It's okay.

My telegram must have surprised you.
No, stay, Denise.

For an important reason, I was looking for
someone I could really trust.

I couldn't find anyone.

- So I thought about you.
- Is there a test I should pass?

It's kind of you to think about it.
No, there is no test.

We wouldn't have time.

I am, as they say, "the victim
of an incurable disease. "

I have three months left to live.

Do you want to live them with me?

- I understand your hesitation.
- That's not the point.

- It's a little harsh.
- Don't you have any conditions?

You and me, alone in the south.
There must be a solution.

It's just a question of money.
I have some.

I'll have some too, I'll have all
the money we need.

- Do you like it?
- I like everything in life.

Don't open.

- What are we doing here?
- We're trying to get rid of your disease.

- So death will forget about you.
- I'm going to die right now.

How's it going?

All right.

Tell me where it hurts.
Tell me where you're sick.

What's the name of the guy
from Pleyel?

Charles.

Did you know you were sick
when you rejected me?

- Aren't you happy?
- I am.

Happiness is insignificant.

- Answer my questions.
- No.

- Tell me where it hurts.
- Never.

Why?

Because I don't want you to know...

how it will start.

I wanted so much to be a free woman,

aware, independent, strong.

Maybe I wasn't right.

Get out of here.

I hate to be watched when
I take a bath.

- Oh really?
- No...

- No!
- So you don't want that?

- You don't want that?
- Ah!

Bastard!

Bastard!

That was my grandmother's house.

- We sold it after my father died.
- It's pretty.

It was the barn, full of sheep.

We used to play here during
the holidays.

Soon it's going to be a house,
merged with the landscape.

Someone might come,
let's go.

You're not interested in me.

If you want talk about yourself,
talk about the present.

You annoy me with your requiem.

Communication between dead and living
doesn't exist.

There is life and that's all.
Look here and here.

There's nothing underneath.
There's nothing anywhere.

Only rocks,

earth...

and dust.

Nothing else.

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

You're hurting me.

Teach me something.

- I don't know anything anymore.
- Anything.

- Whatever is in your mind.
- Strictly nothing.

Memories always annoyed me.

If memory could be deleted...

You see me looking everywhere for sugar
in the morning?

Not recognizing the janitor.

More.

At the pharmacy, I used to have a customer,
an old lady. She'd always say:

"When my husband died, I did
everything to forget him.

"And now, I have no memory left. "

Charles was a doctor.

He paid for my studies.
We had a deal.

My youth for knowledge. It worked for me.
It was plain and simple.

No exclusivity. I could do what
I wanted, with whom I wanted.

I've always hated imagination.

Nothing was easier for me than pushing my
feelings away, so I could satisfy my senses.

Easy.

No romance, ever.

Even later,

when he wouldn't touch me anymore.

I started going out more often.
He'd never say anything.

I could see his concern on his face,
but he wouldn't express it.

And me,

habit had undone me.

I was nothing more than a
female functioning.

An organ vaguely satisfied by
random men.

For whom I was a tool.

And whom I used as a tool.

Sometimes love came knocking
on my door.

Knock knock.

Grotesque.

All that fuss to lure me.

Everything looked so ridiculous to me,
definitively ridiculous.

Even you, when I think about it,
I find you ridiculous.

Fortunately, you don't leave me
much time.

You are afraid of death.

But you don't dare tell yourself.

But you'll live, I want it.

And when I want something...

Sure, I'll live.

When I think that you heard all of that
without a word.

My poor darling.

Don't cheat, Michèle, we don't
have much time.

I can't bear the idea that someone
touched you before me.

And I especially can't bear the idea
that I'm being jealous.

I don't get how you've come to this.

I'm old and ugly.

Yes, you're ugly.

Your breasts are sagging,
you have cellulite,

your stomach is bloated,

you have wrinkles around your eyes,
lips and forehead.

You're old but you're beautiful
nonetheless.

That's why I love you.

For what you represent of life,
fatigue, reserve.

Give me more love talks.

I don't know any.

Make them up.

Like "I love you more than my life?"
"Before you no one else?"

- Like "Love until death?"
- Yes.

I'd die for you.

My love, my goddess.

- My baby, my sweet bird.
- Do people actually say that?

You belong to me.

My body is yours.

My heart is full of you.

My life is too short for the love
I have for you.

I want your lips on my heart.

I want my sex against yours,
my hands on your back.

I want to hear you moan and scream,
I want you to call my name.

I shudder at the thought that something
could tear us apart.

I want to take you out of this world.

I want to take your disease on me.

My love.

I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you.

"C'est beau d'avoir élu
Domicile vivant

"Et de loger le temps
Dans un coeur continu"

What's all this about?

Is literature messing with your head?

You know, kind madame,

I've always been a little scared.

I never knew what people
expected from me.

I only love what I haunt.

As we say, when you hear knocking
on your door there's never...

Jeanne.

Jeanne.

Jeanne.

I can't take it anymore! You're crazy,
you're a sadist.

You need to get used to fear.

Every time you'll wear this dress,
I'll be mean to you.

Well, my little man,

now you can expect the worst.

Excuse me.

Aren't you the pharmacist, by
any chance?

I am.

Is Pierrot here?

He doesn't want to see anyone.
What do you want him for?

The old Sonia is dead.

Before she died she wanted
all of us together.

So on Sunday, we'll have a little
party in the street.

- Is it important that he comes?
- It sure is.

He's got many things yet to
settle over there.

And if he doesn't come,
it'll get worse.

Who was the old Sonia?

Almost like his second mother.
She'd cook and clean for him.

- Little Emma sent you.
- Yeah.

- We should get married, me and her. So...
- So...

We'll be there.

You, it's not really necessary.

I'll be waiting in the car.

Then it's fine.

All right then, goodbye.

Farewell.

They put up a new gate.

Before it was always open.

- It's a symbol.
- In any case, it's a sign.

Are you coming?

No.

I'll see you tonight at home.

You're finally here.

- So, is the feast postponed?
- For sure not.

Listen, Pierrot, I beg you,
don't mess things up.

- I came back for good, you understand?
- Don't worry.

I don't give a damn about all this now.

- Is there anyone at my place?
- Yes.

Mimine keeps the place now.
Come on up.

- Where are you taking me?
- You'll see, we did things right.

- Ah, it's not too early!
- Here he is.

- Here I am!
- Ah! We were getting hungry.

- How's it going?
- Good to see you. Are you okay?

- In good shape?
- I am.

- Hi Pupuce.
- How are you?

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, all right.

- Hi Anna.
- I lost my bet.

- I thought you wouldn't come.
- Why not?

Yes, why not? Pierrot knows
here is like his home.

- Nothing has changed.
- What the hell are you saying?

- Hey, rascal...
- So, are you free now?

I am, I came back to Villejuif.

We built a cooperative with a
locksmith, a plasterer, a painter...

- I do mostly the management.
- That's a good idea.

I've always had this idea but...
As long as you were here...

- Why? Because of Anna?
- In a way.

I really don't get why.

So, Lina?

- And Giacomo?
- I put him in a nursing home.

I too was on holidays.

- She ran away.
- I didn't ask for your opinion!

- Hi!
- Did you keep the stand in the market?

Oh no, that's over. Without Sonia...

- You saved it for the greedies.
- Get away from me.

Not even a letter.

I know but don't be mad, Mom,
I'm so happy now.

Do you think I care?

All right.

We have to know for whom
we're all here.

At least some of us.

So there it is.

"Sonia highly valued
a fair heart's rules,

"But as for her own happiness,
she had no interest. "

- Bravo.
- Not bad.

"At the crack of dawn,
she would go out empty her refuse,

"She was, even now gone,
the fairy of the neighborhood.

- Ah, bravo.
- Beautiful.

Oh, Plato's going to bust our balls again.

"A sun has left us
And all is helpless,

"Resound my sounds,
As there's no one here,

"Our street she lived in
Our bliss she'd be making,

"None of her sounds,
No one stays here. "

That is art. That is art.

Someone understands me.

Let's go back to a lower level, huh.

- Now.
- It's better.

"In the light of the moon,
Our dear friend Pierrot,

"Found himself a loon,
Who drives him cuckoo.

"She opened her door,
That was then in flames.

"Could she only die,
That would lighten us up.

- "Could he lose his moon...
- Our dear friend Pierrot,

"Would get back his luck,
Along with his work, too.

"Our street is strong,
It can solve any issue.

"Let's hope he'll find a clue,
But we all need to see it through. "

What the hell are you saying?

Well, if we can't laugh about it...

- Can we laugh at all?
- Laugh?

- At other people, indeed.
- They're completely nuts.

Take a look at yourself first.

What's your life? You walk your garbage
around from morning till night.

- That's all.
- Come one, Pumpkin, sit down.

You leave me alone,
you're no better.

All you can talk about is the street.
"Holy street, pray for us. "

They're going to build a 3000 students
high school here.

They're going to blow the
factories behind up.

Don't you understand you're
like living dead?

Did it ever occur to you that there's
no longer children playing in the street?

The last one is Emma.

I really hope she'll take off
once she gets married.

Did it ever occur to you
that you're the last ones

to care about that stupid,
little closed world!

It's the end!

It's your problem if you want to
turn your back on life.

But don't mess with other people.

Come on, calm down.

"Happy birthday to you,
Our sincere wishes to you.

"May this bunch of flowers
bring you joyful hours.

"May your entire life
be lived in great delight.

"And may forever
bring us all together. "

- Oh, beautiful cake!
- It is beautiful.

Bravo!

This party is not only for me,
but for the street too...

Whether you like it or not,
Marcelle.

It's a get-together party, a
faithfulness party.

Here's to us all.

Here's to the children to come,
God bless you.

Here's to the memory of Giacomo, my dear
husband who's watching us from above.

And who knows what I'm going through
since he passed.

Here's to family, integrity,
all noble feelings.

For those who know what I mean.

- Okay, Emma, go under the table.
- No way, enough with this shit.

I'd rather make my best to
cut even pieces.

Well, you look so uptight
all of a sudden.

Why did you bother invite Pierrot
if you're in a huff?

Come on, give me your plate, at least
you wouldn't have come for nothing.

What do you want? You'll
get used to it.

When you're not here, we miss you.
And when you are, you're a pain.

- Why don't you sing us something now.
- Yes!

- For whom? For you?
- For everyone.

And especially for Dad who always preferred
your songs to your speeches.

A song! A song! A song!

"I picked up an airy bloom, Blossoming among
the wild, And someone said to me 'Oh My, '

"Blue can't be any bluer, But this beaming
blue flower, And I do know what I say.

"I smiled at him and said nothing, For on his
eyes I was musing, "A word I wouldn't say.

"From the rose bush I took, A bunch of wild
roses, And someone said to me 'Oh My, '

"Rose can't be any prettier Than this beaming
rose flower, And I do know what I say.

"I smiled at him and said nothing, About his
lips I was dreaming, A word I wouldn't say. "

Keanne?

- Jeanne? Jeanne?
- Yes?

Again!

This time I can.

I've been invited before.

- You came back early.
- I know what to do, let's get married.

Do remember when I did my
telephone trick on you?

When I got you stuck at home so I was
free to go to Pleyel with Charles?

No, I don't remember.

Yes you do.

You had to tell me, I wouldn't
have come, and I told you...

I didn't want to risk it, and
you said "Too bad. "

"Too bad. "

With a beautiful smile of resignation.

It is at that moment, I think,
I wanted to try.

- Try what?
- Love.

Don't tell me you didn't understand.

I look at you, I analyze you,
I love you.

I was never sick, Pierre.

You're never funny when you joke.

I heard so much about true love.

I wanted to see what it was like.

Jeanne.

I have a habit of always
manipulating people.

Of making them do what I want.

Don't complain, I gave you what
you wanted from me in exchange.

A beautiful love story. Over.

All those medicines you were taking?

Vitamins, I changed the labels.

You wanted to see where I lived.

A whim, a remainder of romance.

- And Charles?
- Over too.

I need something else in which
he is no longer involved.

You woke me up.

I need to love truly.

I've developed a taste for it.

You won't start crying again?

What have I done for you to
torture me like that?

What have I done to you?

It's over, Pierre.

- What are you afraid of?
- You.

You're so brutal.

I'm not very proud of myself.

What I've done is not very pretty.

- You don't believe in anything, do you?
- Nothing at all.

Go away, I have a headache.

We still have to settle the money issue,
I will pay you in compensation.

Don't worry, I won't hurt
you anymore.

Don't be sordid on top of that.

Go away.

Go away!

I'm leaving.

It's my mistake.

Jeanne or Michèle,
it was never really you.

I had a dream.

How could I believe...

- What did you do?
- Go away.

- What did you do, tell me!
- Go away, you're exhausting me.

- I don't want to leave, I want you to be my wife.
- It's too late.

- Let me call a doctor.
- No!

I don't want to see anyone.

Not even you.

I don't want you to see me like this.

I know it's unbearable to watch.

Pierre, if you love me,
go away.

- Stop it. Dammit, defend yourself.
- Go away!

Let me die in peace.

I don't want you to die,
do you understand?

There's nothing to do,
I'm telling you.

I know it, this will end up quickly.

Go away.

I can't see anymore.

I'm losing my sight, I can't
see you anymore.

I'll be delirious, I know it.

Go away. Go away, go away.

Don't change, Pierrot,
stay who you are.

Love them. Love them...

with all your strength.

With your stubbornness.
Open them, force them.

I love you.

I love you.

It's so easy to say it now.

I love you.

Pierre!

Help me!

Help me. Since you're here,
help me.

Pierrot.

What would have been the use
of your love?

Pierrot.

You can't talk like that.
You hear me?

- Is she dead?
- She poisoned herself.

- I feared it.
- Why?

Don't torment yourself.
Don't try to understand.

Forget about her. Go home.

No one dies.