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December 1962.

Near Lisbon,
on the other side of the Tagus,

an isolated house.

A couple, Jean-Pierre and Françoise,

far from the monotony
and commotion of Paris,

came looking for the winter sun.

They're in love.

Françoise dreams and paints.

Jean-Pierre has a careless
passion for electronics.

Their life could be uneventful.
Very uneventful, to be precise.

In the city, they longed for solitude.

In isolation, the shadow of regret
starts to show up.

Françoise feels the danger.

Her best friend should reconnect.

She can't wait.

Ma'am, phone! It's Miss Barbara.

I'm not in Paris, I'm in Nice.

For my paper.

A congress, like UNESCO.
A lot of speeches, you see?

I'm very annoyed,
I don't think I can make it.

I'll call you from the conference.

Is that from your story on Portugal?

-Who is that, some Jules?
-No, you idiot.

Don't be jealous. It's my best friend.

You could have told me.

Mr. Eduardo, please note
that I barely knew you when I told you.

-Confess, it's a lover.
-Not at all.

-I don't believe you.
-There, check it out.

Yes, ma'am, it's Nice. Remain on the line.

Very well, you win.

Wait for the next.

Dear? Yes, we got cut off.

I'm sorry.

Don't be disappointed, it's no big deal.
It's not a tragedy.

I couldn't wait for her to come.

We go round in circles here.

Sometimes I get dizzy.
Barbara would have helped.

I can see you coming.
Barbara is medication.

Look for a different remedy,
she's not coming.

You think we should invite
the rest of the gang?

-In a way…
-No.

Impossible. Too far away, too complicated.

We're not at Montfort.

This would be
the first time that you quit.

Let's make a list.
Call your secretary in Paris.

He gets plane tickets for everybody.

Two hour flight, that's like Deauville.

We go for the weekend to Deauville.
I rest my case.

-We'll never get there.
-You'll find out.

You don't want to look like it.
You're precise, meticulous, organized.

I know the secret with men like you.

A careless wise man hides tidy cabinets.

And you, you're right.

-Is that a yes?
-Yes.

-I'll regret it, but yes.
-Great.

Michel, in Paris.

Bernard, Jean-Marc and Éléonore
in Nice, at Jacques'.

-Hold on.
-Why?

If they all come,
they'll say we want trouble

because we're bored.

There's a little bit of that, so…

What if we invite Daniel,
since Barbara isn't coming?

-He must be very busy.
-Hmm.

-The UNESCO is very demanding.
-You think?

Since Daniel no longer writes,
he gets worried, but doesn't work.

Paris,por favor… Odéon 0508.

With message for Michel Bollinger

at Bollinger Éditions.

-See how happy you are.
-Don't be so glad, I'm playing along.

Michel and Daniel
are like two kids at recess.

It's weird that Michel
came with his secretary.

I really like Mathilde.

Still, we will have seen that.
Michel at work.

But there's Catherine.
It gives a strong fatherly feeling.

Never talks about his daughter.

He will always surprise me.

Being a father has its downside.

Catherine cried to come.
Don't you want me anymore?

I'm delighted to have her. Very cute.

-I hope I'm not imposing.
-Not at all. You'll sleep with Mathilde.

-Is that OK, Mathilde?
-Of course.

Can I wait for the other plane with you?

Sure, it lands in 15 minutes.

Let's go.
Stowaways don't have the right to talk.

-You're coming.
-But dad…

"Dad" nothing.Andiamo.

You OK, Catherine?

Come, Mathilde. While we wait
let's talk among us girls.

Let's go.

-Fist, a firm upbringing.
-Right?

Michel will come at you the whole trip
with his philosophy from experience.

-I see.
-Did you want to?

Papa.

-Are you really going to work?
-You never know with Michel.

-In theory, he should.
-But in practice, you decide.

In practice, he's very lazy.

-For him, nothing is good enough.
-You have a good hold on him.

Between his friends, tennis,
poker and girls, there's not much time

left for publishing.

Don't blame me for Catherine.

Not at all. Plus, she makes me laugh.

I sit down, look at her and shudder.

-What did she want at the plane?
-Bernard.

No!

I get it.

Great love, romantic and silent.

She actually likes his scalp.

What about you?

I definitely won't marry Charles.

You're probably right. What now?

Now? Nothing.

For how long?

I don't know. No projects for now.

Tell me everything. Who is coming?

-I'm waiting for three mysteries.
-How so?

You'll see.

Number one: Why is Éléonore
arriving with two guys?

-Let her be.
-What a life.

-She says she loves Jean-Marc.
-So?

Do you think it's normal
to bring Pierre, Jean-Marc's best friend?

Number two: this isn't the Lapland,

for Jacques to find
this mysterious worldly woman.

Parisian ethnography.

Number three: For whom did Bernard come?
Genius writer and certified seducer.

Oh, Barbara!

-It's true.
-You didn't say she was coming.

I'm delighted. I love her.

She wasn't going to come.
She said she was busy.

-That's awful.
-Why? Don't you like her?

Yes, very much.
But you're about to witness a drama.

You're right, Daniel.
Come, we have to warn Barbara.

-Françoise.
-Coming.

It's all taken care of.

I finished quickly.
I took a direct flight. Are you mad at me?

No, I've been wanting to see you
for two months now.

Listen, Barbara,
I have to be straight with you.

Last night I was with Jean-Pierre
and he was doing his thing.

Honey, just get to the point.

All right, as you know well
I invited a lot of people.

-I saw them on the plane.
-Not everybody.

There was also a plane from Paris.

What can I do, Jean-Pierre invited him.

All this to let me know
that you invited Daniel?

That's easy, I'm leaving.
I have to be in Nice anyway.

You can't do this to me.
No, we have a lot of catching up to do.

Darling, I have to go.
I love you, but it would be hell.

-Not so much for me, as for others.
-Not true.

You're here, you stay.
We'll come up with something.

I could kill him.
And we could stash him in the oven.

I've never seen a bigger one.

-What do you do when you cross ways?
-I don't look at him.

I meant if you met with him.

I wouldn't see him, he doesn't exist.

-And her?
-The same.

-Keep going?
-How so?

That's easy. There's plenty of room
and we are a lot.

You will come across. You don't exist.

-You don't look at yourself.
-And him?

Don't worry, I'll take care of it. OK?

-Very well.
-And I agree with you.

-He's a real jerk.
-An unfortunate one.

Jacques, do you love me?

Of course, darling. It's nice in here.

Jacques, why don't you love me anymore?

But I just told you I do.

Yes, but you didn't say it
the way you said it at Nîmes.

Listen, I will never say it
the way I said it at Nîmes.

-Do you want me to say like in Nîmes?
-Too late for that.

You will have loved me
for five days and a half.

I still love you
after six months and a half.

Six months and 28 days.

I don't know where are you getting
those five days and a half.

They're not hard to get.

Two days in Nîmes, a day in Rambouillet,

a day and a half in Saint-Jean-deLuz
and a day in Montargis.

If I understand correctly,
we don't love in Paris.

Not like in the countryside.

If you want to joke about it.

No, but how can you keep count like that?

And where does this "and a half"
in Saint-Jean-de-Luz come from?

If I recall correctly,
we stayed for three days.

Yes, but you only loved me
for day and a half.

For example, at the bull fight
you didn't even look at me.

Baby, don't be silly.
We can't love each other all day long.

-It's impossible.
-I do, Jacques.

-I love you all day long.
-Clearly you can.

-You do nothing else.
-I knew you'd rub it in.

I'm not rubbing in anything,
it's an observation.

You're the one who pushes my buttons.
You can be really exasperating.

You can see how you don't love me.
I exasperate you.

Oh my God! But I said I love you!

Yes, all right. You love me very much.

But no, I don't love you very much.

I love you as I had rarely loved before.

Me, Jacques, I love you
like I had never loved before.

Seems like a competition.

And why would I be here with you
if I didn't love you?

-You came to visit your friends.
-I also came to visit them.

Mainly I came here to be with you.

If you wanted to be with me,
we would have gone back to Nîmes,

like we agreed.

Come on, dear,
they were kind to invite us over.

And it's fun to be here with the others.

You were afraid to get bored with me.

Of course not, honey.
We can go to Nîmes whenever we want.

But not tomorrow,
we will for our eighth month.

-We will for our ninth.
-It's not the same.

You know that eight is my number.

And I will very much love
being with you at Nîmes.

We'll go next weekend.
On the eighth day of our eighth month.

Even better. Now kiss me.

-Finally.
-What do you mean?

You haven't kissed me once all day.

It's not true that I haven't kissed you.

Remember, this morning, when we woke up.

-We almost missed our flight.
-Of course, when you want me.

How can you say that?

-That I don't kiss you?
-Because you don't want me.

I swear, sometimes
it's really hard to talk to you.

No matter what we say, we're wrong.

We shouldn't have come together.
We're through.

You told me that in Nîmes,
at Saint-Jean-de-Luz,

in Rambouillet, in Montargis.

We can not live on trial all the time.

You're right, Jacques. I'm leaving.

-Where will you go?
-Back to Paris.

Don't start with the suitcases.

-Goodbye, Jacques.
-Why do you want to leave?

Leave without a ticket?
You can't get on a flight like that.

I don't want to bother your friends.

You do realize you started a drama
out of thin air, right?

You're right,
our love is made of thin air.

Please, no drama.

Don't touch me.
Let me leave or I'll scream.

All right, fine, I'll go with you.

-Allow me.
-This is disgusting.

-I agree.
-Why don't you stay?

Because I love you!

-Really? You love me?
-Yes, I love you.

Oh, yes! Say it.

Say it one more time, will you?

See? It's always the same.
We never bring the right clothes.

You're wrong.
You looked amazing in the other one.

Whatever!

I'm hideous, repulsive.

Calm down, we have plenty of time
to tackle this big issue.

-Got a cigarette?
-A Gitane.

I'll have it anyway.

You smoke this garbage like dad.

Speaking of dad. You know everything.
How is that going?

-How many this year?
-How many?

Yes, how many great loves so far?

I cannot keep up with him.

Do you always use the same mascara?
I found one that doesn't sting.

It's called Maybelline.
You find them in Geneva.

But I forgot it. You know what to do.

-Let's see.
-That one's pretty. Where did you get it?

-Why?
-Like that.

Has dad ever seen you in that?

Do you remember Irène?
She was his ninth great love.

She wore dresses like that one.
Dad loved it.

Tidy up, we can no longer move here.

Calma, I'll do it.

You know, I don't get dad.

I don't get his relationship with women.

-Do you?
-It would take too long to explain.

We've known each other for ten years.

You know all about him.

We're like two old accomplices.

It still astounds me that there was
never anything between you.

You know that
when there's no love at first sight…

Tell me, this commotion, the graveness,

not to mention the way you insisted
on waiting for the second flight,

let me guess…

No need to play.

I've loved him since I was little.

He's everything a man should be.

Smart, good,
an insightful understanding of things.

He's not handsome, far from it.
But he's a real man.

When I think about all those idiots…
You'll see, he's something else.

Who is he?

If I tell you his name,
it would really help me out.

-Do you swear?
-Anything you want.

Bernard. For now, lend me that dress.

You'll see, I knew.
Anyways, I'll still lend you my dress.

I knew you knew.

What a story!
Daniel agrees, but it wasn't easy.

Borderline between drama and comedy…

-What do we look like? A mistake.
-Happens every day.

If troubled people didn't see each other,
we wouldn't have dinner.

-It seems you like it.
-I enjoy it.

I can't wait for the moment
Daniel and Barbara cross paths

pretending not to see each other.

If fate exists, some days it sure laughs.

-I married a daemon.
-How kind.

OK, kind.

Go, prepare your tour.
Bernard will be great.

I hope so.

Do you need two for now?

-If you have a spare…
-Both of them.

Go on.

What happened with Jean-Marc?

You're together without being a couple.

That gentleman has never officially asked.

-Everybody knows he loves you.
-Except him, maybe.

After six months, he hasn't said
a word about mean Béatrice.

-Béatrice who?
-Just a figure of speech.

It's not sure if she even exists.

For me it's a great excuse
to take his time.

-To see it coming?
-See what coming?

I don't know.

If I really love him,
if I'm the woman of his life.

Tell him you are the woman of his life.

-Come see my room.
-Yes. With a terrace?

Jean-Marc seems like
a simple man with no history.

I'll take one.

But he's actually very complicated.

Very troubled, very self-absorbed.
A little like the music he writes.

That's why he only likes complicated.

-Got it.
-You get what?

Listen, Éléonore, don't be silly.

You're not a sadist.
You don't want to make him suffer.

Therefore you don't like competition.

Neither do I.
It's clear the best one will win.

Pierre will have to hit on you
to make Jean-Marc jealous

and force him to ask you.

-You think I'm crazy?
-No.

Men fall in the biggest traps.

They are very sentimental.

-What does Pierre think?
-Pierre doesn't know.

He just came no questions asked?

A weekend in Portugal
what can be more natural?

-Who says they're playing your game?
-Oh, that…

Oh, sorry.

-I'd prefer a rose.
-I'll pick up one for you later.

He looks like a bear, but I like that.

He's very popular.

Well, I'll go check on my two guys.

We'll have a walk in the fresh air.
See you later.

I won't touch your queen.

-Did you see that?
-And that?

Don't worry about the weak spots,
only the strong ones.

-Set!
-Break.

-Did you get your things in order?
-Yes, Éléonore.

-Are the suits on a hanger?
-Yes, Éléonore.

-Are we ready for that walk?
-Which walk?

The visit to Palmela Palace.
It's nice, ancient, and in ruins.

-We're still on our chess match.
-We'll finish later.

That's a thoughtful man.
You should follow your friend's example.

-It shall be rewarded.
-If you take me for my feelings.

And our chess match?

No complaints.
See you in the yard in 30 minutes.

-Come on, let's go.
-Saved by the walk, you lose.

Who says I lost?

-What if my knight takes on your queen?
-And that?

-How's it going?
-If I told that at UNESCO?

-Blackmail?
-No, the future Nobel Prize in private.

Michel, are you his editor or his manager?

Come to Palmela Palace.

-I have to work.
-And little Mathilde?

That's his secretary after eight years.
He's on a working vacation.

You joke, but I'll do everything.

-Do you write?
-No, that's what authors are for.

-Oh.
-I have to do the layout.

-Eroticism in publicity.
-You have a dream job.

-You call that a job?
-Duty calls.

My name is Ondine.

My name is Hans.

My name is Catherine.

-Did you set it all up?
-Yes.

The layout of Psychoanalysis in Publicity,

proofreading of Sexual Symbology,

and fifteen days of mail.

-You can write back.
-And forge a signature?

Wouldn't be the first time.

-Let's get to it.
-Where do we begin? The mail?

You'll do that on Monday.
Let's check the layout.

Here, double check.

-I want to change cars.
-Again? Come on, we're working.

-You work less and less.
-You do that for two.

-You exaggerated a little.
-Listen, I'm supervising.

I choose the text and the images.

A general doesn't set foot on the field.

Well put.

You are very egotistic.
Is it an excuse for being lazy?

-OK, come on.
-You are lucky to have me.

-I'll get you a medal.
-Another one?

Michel.

Are you coming with us
to see the ruins of a Moorish castle?

-It's magnificent.
-No way. We've got a lot of work.

According to him, astronomically

the expression "at the same time"
means nothing.

A completely ridiculous vision
of the world.

We perceive two things together
that do not come together.

The same way that the image we create
of these ruins is completely false.

If we think that a man's body
is made out of 90% water,

what does that say about women?

-You're pushing it, aren't you?
-Not at all.

See what are you're supposed
to lose your minds over.

Fleshy lips, bedroom eyes,
and perky breasts.

-It's not like you're a monk.
-I'm not talking about accessories.

Your quirks haven't gotten better.

-Have you had enough?
-Never.

I see it's fine.

It's your call if you want to stop.

I'll continue as long as you want.

Since I have to, OK.
It is I who wants to stop.

-I never do anything right anymore.
-Always excuses.

If you want to stop, say so.
It is that easy.

You're awful! I can't stay calm.

Let's say… I want to go for a walk.

-Beautiful, isn't it?
-For me, the ruins…

-Apparently, it inspired Bernard.
-Let's go up.

That's enough for me.
And it's haunted all over.

-Haunted?
-I saw a ghost ten minutes ago.

-Pierre, let's go.
-Won't you get scared?

-You'll protect me.
-Let's go.

Your friend Pierre is kind.

-You haven't met him?
-Barely.

Me, the serious leftist press…

I pictured him less elegant,
less of a playboy.

He wouldn't like what you said.
He sees himself as Saint-Just.

-Are you old friends?
-For 20 years, yes.

-He's like a brother.
-I see.

Look where your brother went to stand.

It's an amazing strategic position.

Inaccessible without a parachute.

-Are you still holding my arm?
-Yes.

-Éléonore, can I be frank with you?
-Of course.

I don't want to be indiscreet,
but I don't know Jean-Marc well

as to know if there is any
the sentimental situation with you two.

-Not sure.
-Let's accept it.

Anyway, I felt like I was coming
with a couple, even just in essence.

Since the beginning,

you've been affectionate and close
to me. I don't understand.

You mentioned a particular
sentimental situation.

The problem is to make it
even less definite.

-What do I have to do there?
-I'll explain.

-We'll have to play a game.
-A game?

A really mean game,

but it will be necessary for you to be
face to face with Jean-Marc.

You see, we had to come.

He really wanted to show us these ruins.

-Do you love each other very much?
-Yes, we know each other well.

Well, for a long time.

I would like it if they loved each other.

-I have mixed feelings about them.
-Why? They are ordinary.

Sometimes they are complicated,
but quite simple.

I wish they loved me for you.

That they loved me so you
wouldn't be ashamed of me.

That's nonsense.
Why would I be ashamed of you?

They seem pretty intelligent, so…

All of a sudden, among them…

I feel like woman of the world.

-You see? That's absurd.
-I love you.

I love you too, Jacques.

-You do know I love you?
-I love you.

But I also love you.

In a case like this we say "sorry".
Love is beautiful.

-Did you bring the car, Jean-Pierre?
-Yes.

I'm done with tourism.

OK, let's go with the others.
The key is on the dashboard.

How are you two lovebirds?

-Hi, Daniel, how's the UNESCO going?
-I sleep fine.

How about fishing in the wild?
When will you go?

Ethnography is mostly shuffling cards
in the wine cellars of Paris.

Let me know when you get
to sexuality in the Lapland.

-Still obsessed?
-Do you blow off steam?

I work a lot, they offered me
to go to New Guinea.

Really? When do you plan on leaving?

-Shall we go back?
-If you want to.

-Do you want to stay?
-You annoy me.

-OK, I want to go back.
-Perfect, me too.

-Can you stop for just a second?
-Who knows.

I'm tired of your tricks.
Come on, let's go back.

If we think that a man's body
is made out of 90% water…

I want to talk about something
that bothers me.

-I doubt if I should.
-You're wrong, I'm over 20.

That's precisely why I have my doubts.

-What is it?
-It's an article.

-There it is.
-No, read it.

-It says "What did you do in your youth?"
-And?

Where from?

Some cheap journal.

Go on, I listen.

"Come again
let Mr. Bollinger make his fortune

"by editing high-end pornography
under loose pretexts

"artistic or scientific…"

That was more idiotic than evil.

"But this man thinks ahead.

"He's preparing a more popular collection
that we advertise, number one,

"a psychoanalysis of Marxism

"where a chapter on Stalin's puritanism
will undoubtedly delight

"all public enemies.

"In his youth, he was part
of the French's Workers Party.

"This should remind him of decency,
but since then he took off the mask.

"He shows his true face.

"This renegade is
an enemy of the classes."

Disgusting, isn't it?

Telling such lies.

It's disgusting, but not entirely false.
Come on.

-What do you mean?
-I don't want to talk about that.

-Why? Are you afraid?
-No, but I hate playing the veteran.

I don't know if I was wrong not to change
or if they did right in doing so.

I really was the amateur terrorist
for four years.

I spent a year in jail.

I believed in a happy society
with no classes,

with youth's natural zeal and acceptance.

And I still believe in it
despite appearances.

I was against killing ovens
and all other forms of racism.

I also liked abstract painting,
serialism, science fiction.

I thought it made sense.

And I thought work did not revitalize.

It demeaned. Long live two hour weeks.

You do realize you just made a speech?

-Sorry for the mark of trust.
-That's how I felt too.

So you sometimes get serious.

Every ten years,
when the world forces me to.

-Michel?
-Yes?

If you think you haven't changed,

why do you react so aggressively
as if you had erased your past?

Listen, I don't know why,

but I'm going to tell you something
that I had never told anyone.

There are moments, rare,
when I ask myself…

Say it.

I ask myself what others
might think of me.

Like who?

It will surprise you, but it's a woman.

-Catherine's mother?
-Yes.

We fought the same war,

before she disappeared.

Sometimes, I ask myself
what she would think of me.

-Now you see why I don't like to talk?
-Yes, I understand.

-Mathilde?
-Yes.

What are you thinking?

I thought that there was at least
one woman in your life

that you did not see as a good woman.

-Why don't you ever tell me anything?
-Huh? What?

-Are you talking to me?
-But of course, Jacques.

I found out
that you're going to New Guinea

when I heard you talking to your friends.

Come on, honey, it just happened,
it slipped.

-I was going to tell you.
-If you loved me, you would have.

But it's still uncertain and distant.

We could be very happy if you wanted to.

-I am very happy.
-You, sure.

-Because you love me less.
-Are we back to counting?

If you absolutely must love me
more than I love you,

I won't stop you.

Can we take a little nap
before going down?

So for you, I'm only good for that.

What? Good for what?

-Making love.
-I only said a nap.

For you it's the same.

Let's agree on something.

If I want to see my friends,
I don't want you.

If I want to stay with you,
it's only for that.

Sometimes I don't know what to do.

Jacques, for how long will you love me?

What? What are you saying?

-Will you love me for a long time?
-Yes, darling, of course.

Jacques?

Are you sleeping?

-Did I wake you?
-No, Geneviève is sleeping.

-Come play poker, there's four of us.
-Yes, I'll grab my coat.

-I haven't gone out in a long time.
-I'm surprised.

-She doesn't let you play?
-You're crazy.

She is a little possessive,
but deep down, she's a nice girl.

Work is freedom. Come work.

-It's perfect, the four of us.
-The lionesses.

Imagine what our Jules
think we talk about.

I can see it.

"They don't know
how to talk politics nor literature."

"Not a general idea."

-"Little shallow things".
-Do we scare them?

They must think we're mean
and tear innocent people apart.

By the way, where's Catherine?

She's been unpacking for two hours.
You must see it.

-Why?
-Don't play dumb.

-Men…
-You sound like them about us…

Among them, they say "good women".

Look who's coming.

Friend, it's not tea time yet
and we're already on scotch.

I'll get to that later.

Your dress is marvelous.
Where did you get it done?

Strazzi.

-I interrupted you, don't be shy…
-Not at all.

You have to take a break
from time to time.

-That's bad.
-Yes.

-What you have…
-Me, 80.

-80!
-Jean-Pierre?

-Me, 34.
-34. Jacques?

-54.
-All that smoke.

-Seriously, men among men…
-Éléonore, this is serious.

I came for Jean-Marc and Pierre.
They've played enough.

-They're not here to laugh.
-Just a moment, we're almost done.

-Do you want to sit down?
-No, I'm taking them.

-At your disposal. Finish the sum.
-Of course.

-Where to?
-The park. Jogging.

-It's good for you health.
-We don't walk enough?

Perfect.

-Pierre?
-Come on let's go, Jean-Marc.

-These gentlemen are nice.
-In Éléonore's opinion.

Two for the price of one!

-Who won?
-Michel.

-And you?
-We don't play well.

My poor Pierre.

Jean-Marc, your arm.

-Éléonore, did you see the time?
-So?

An excursion doesn't seem wise.

You can imagine that in heels
I'll barely take a tour around the house.

Oh, Éléonore, you…

Pierre, after all this time,
we can be familiar.

-Your wish is my command.
-I need Jean-Marc to agree.

I don't make any choice without him.
He's my conscience.

It's been a long time
since you last made a confession.

I'll go easy on you, I agree with you.

Bravo. If you behave well tonight,
I'll teach how to lie in poker.

-It's more fun than yours.
-Why?

Because we can tell the other
that they're lying.

Pierre! Is that how you jog?

-A little ping-pong?
-Do you allow it?

I'm your man!

Éléonore.

Yes?

-I want to tell you something.
-I'm listening.

I'm not sure
if I should tell you such a thing.

Tell me.

-Later. Tonight.
-All right, as you like it.

-Do you have what you need?
-Yes, thank you.

For Catherine.

I thought about what you said.

I talk about cars, my adventures, drinks…

Why are you talking to me like that?
I wasn't coming at you.

You're different. Do you regret it?

I wonder.

Darling, you are wonderful.

If you weren't my daughter,
I'd seduce you.

I knew you'd like this dress.

I'm sure that wasn't your goal.

-Cute couple.
-I'm a little pervert, right?

I'll tell you a crazy story.

I walk down the hall
and I see a door slightly open.

I stop and I hide.

The show that I see
was completely surprising.

A mirror, in front of it,
a beautiful creature.

In a bathrobe.

This creature disappears,
later again, the same mirror,

the same beautiful creature,

but with the robe open at half thigh.

I understand now.

It's hard to seduce a real man,
isn't it dear?

You're a jerk!

I think you're exaggerating.
After all, she's a girl.

Furthermore, yours.

Listen, you might be old enough
to be her father, but you aren't.

-Now leave me alone.
-Gentlemen.

You're thinking it's none of my business,
and you're right, but still.

I exaggerated a little.

But mainly, no hypocrisy.
That's good for everybody.

Now go and comfort her.

You want to, right?

Go do it.

OK, I'll go.

It's not easy to be a father.

Oh, there you are.

That didn't take your appetite away.

You looked for me after a long time?
How kind of you.

I wanted to see you.

Did you see how dad treats me?
He's not helpful at all.

It's not easy to act natural.
Young girl, grown-ups…

I never am what I actually am.

-And then him…
-You know…

He treats you the way
he decided to treat all women.

It's not easy to have a grown daughter.

It's crazy how you see things.
You're wonderful.

But what do I have?

Are you hungry? I cook quite well.

Sit down.

I'll make you an omelet or some dish,
whatever you wish.

Then will you explain to me
what you said this morning?

-You want that?
-Of course.

Omelet with truffles?
I make a really good one.

But I don't want to eat.

-But you just said "of course".
-But not that.

OK, I won't force you.

I love you, I need you.

I want to live with you.

Let me speak first, then you'll answer.

I know what I want.

I know I will always be looking for you.

All that you are.

That which you can give me.

Why wait?

Is it my age?

Catherine.

You are scaring me.

I want to be alone with you.
Let's take a walk.

Full of kings for the ladies.

-For the ladies?
-For the ladies.

You're bluffing.

I'm sorry.

-I wouldn't have taken it either.
-Éléonor's turn to deal.

Deal for me, I'll go get changed.

And I'll have more vodka.

-It's your fourth glass.
-It will be the fifth.

-Please.
-No, go ahead.

Will you accept me in my underwear?
Quite proper, I assure you.

Too bad.

-You are 15 years old, tonight.
-It must be the air in Portugal.

As usual, I'm a bit of a puritan.

-I know.
-I cut and deal on behalf of Éléonore.

Éléonore, vodka is served,
cards are dealt, we're waiting.

Here I am.

Proper?

It's one of the
most serious dressing gowns.

Anyway, Pierre…

-Very strict…
-Minimum.

-Quite delightful.
-Thanks.

One pair.

Three cards.

-Two pairs.
-I'll take it.

One…

-Straight flush.
-What?

-Straight flush.
-You are kidding, right?

-You had two pairs…
-She's bluffing.

-Look at me in the eyes.
-I'm looking.

Repeat what you just said.

-I'm looking?
-Don't play dumb, what you said.

Straight flush.

You're lying.

-Sorry.
-Sharp.

Dismissed by Jean-Marc.

Dismissed.

-Night.
-We'll do it again some time.

-No, I'm going to bed, I'm out.
-Jean-Marc.

See you.

Is he angry because he lost?

It was an intense withdrawal.
There's no better player than him.

You wanted to provoke him, you won.

I thought you were familiar.

That's fair, excuse me.

I was under the impression
that the show was over.

That escape was curious.

I was looking for a…

Éléonore.

There are two different kinds of love.

Rational love and love itself.

I think Jean-Marc loves rationally.

And you'd rather just love.

Maybe.

I hope I played my part correctly.

We can only say good night
and go to sleep.

Good night, Pierre.

Good night, Éléonore.

There are great opera singers
who sing "I'm leaving"

but stay fixed on stage.

-Pierre.
-Yes, I know, Éléonore.

That's not very clear.

At least not for me.

You asked me to play a game. And I did.

I don't want to stop playing.

I don't think it's a game anymore.

Theoretically, Pierre,
I'm in love with Jean-Marc.

Theoretically maybe.

But tonight you're not.

You wouldn't have let him go.

You're beautiful.

I should get away from you.

Go.

Let me go.

No.

It's easier by force.

No, it's not.

Do you want me to go?

No.

I'm going to kiss you.

OK.

Jacques, what do you do for me?

How so?

What do you do to help me,
to understand me?

I don't know…
You come with these questions.

You don't do anything.

Nothing that can disturb
or trouble your little life.

And what do you do for me?

What do I do for you, Jacques?
I almost got divorced.

You almost got divorced…
In that case, I almost married you.

Oh, come on.

Don't mess with that.

I'm not messing, I'm repeating
that you "almost" got divorced.

I'm not complaining, it's good like this.

Does it work for you I didn't divorce?

Listen, dear, if you want proof,

as for me, I'm ready to live with you.

Completely.

Why do you always talk about proof?

Because you need them.
You always need reassurance.

About you and others.

Good night, Jacques.

Listen, darling, let's quit these games.

You're young, you're beautiful, you are…
You are not a fool.

I am… I know I am.

-I love you, you love me.
-Leave me, Jacques.

-Anyway, sweetie..
-Aren't you sleepy tonight?

-Are you having fun?
-Yes, this article is about cybernetic.

-I meant with the others.
-Oh.

-They're having fun.
-Sometimes you exasperate me.

Like when you don't answer.

-You know I'm stubborn.
-I know you, nice mask.

You're wondering if your comrades' ballet
entertains you or exasperates you.

Marital life is awful.
You cannot hide anything.

It's impossible.

In a year, two years, five…

You'll be mad at me.

You'll be mad at me
for making this friendly bond.

Because it will always be friendly.

You'll see me with different eyes.

The same eyes I will have given you.

And maybe you will hate me.

But those reasons are mine.

Which are yours?

I'm just fine with you.

It's the first time I can exist.

That I'm not afraid to be myself.

Earlier you said you were scared.

Are you scared?

I have made up my mind.

It's me who is asking you.

I want to live with you.

Catherine, that's impossible.

It's impossible today.

So will tomorrow.

Don't I offer anything?

I'm pretty, I love you.
I'm available, I'm ready.

Ready to be molded by you.

Is that what scares you?

Maybe you'll get bored by a little girl.
Is that your reason?

My reasons…

It's you.

Me, a little girl?

What do you think of me?

Catherine.

You never stopped being afraid.
It's too late now.

-Do you want some?
-No, thanks.

-What are you thinking?
-Nothing.

-Nothing at all?
-I think I'm fine.

-Why are you fine?
-Idiot.

-What are you doing?
-I'm stretching.

-You call that stretching?
-I call that stretching my way.

-Funny way.
-I learned it in Sumatra.

Sumatra or not,
if you continue, I'll join.

-You're fine on that couch, stay there.
-No.

-I'm coming.
-Stay there.

I'm here.

Here I am, don't get away from me.

-Get off me.
-You provoked me.

-Pierre, go away.
-Don't you want me?

-No.
-Oh, too bad!

Really too bad.

-Éléonore doesn't want me.
-But I do.

-Éléonore doesn't want me anymore.
-Yes, but not all of a sudden.

-But don't stay like that.
-I have nothing to wear.

-Do you want this?
-Yes.

-And like this?
-Yes?

-This is right, isn't it?
-Too tight.

-And like this?
-What is that?

My Romanian cap. I got it in Brăila.

-The gas employees wear that, no?
-Yeah right, you need to understand…

Honey, this the hat
that proud Komsomols wear.

You should know all this.
Robespierre of the red press.

-I get it!
-You're crazy.

-Then let's talk about serious matters?
-Such as?

Us. That seems pretty serious, isn't it?

OK.

-So no more serious matters?
-No.

Come.

I'm right here.

-Sleepwalker?
-No, very much awake.

Tell me, is she hard to comfort,
the little one?

To your eye, satisfied and tired,
if I judge correctly,

you reconciled her
with existence and with men.

My dear, I am unquestionably tired,
but far from satisfied.

Not satisfied with me.

I don't understand women at all

and a 19 year old girl, it's impossible.

Why?

I am unable to judge myself.

-Maybe tomorrow. Good night.
-Good night.

Peace?

OK, peace.

We can never completely disappear.

Still an hour ago…

Mountains clashed.

-How long ago?
-Five years.

You weren't counting? I was.

I kept count.

With rage, resentment,
but still kept count.

Will you let me look at you?

You're always the same.

-So are you.
-No.

They say time strikes women.
Maybe, but with men…

I'm 42 years old.

Five years ago I was ten years younger.
That changes things.

Still fondness of the young?

If I told you…

-Do tell.
-Enough for a whole night.

-And you?
-If I told you…

Do tell.

I lost the habit, I don't tell anymore.

I never laughed again.

But really laugh, I mean.

-I had attacks of despair.
-Don't tell me you feel lonely.

-I know you, at least…
-Hush!

Two, I loved madly.

One gave me what I had never had before.

But I never laughed again.
I never said anything again.

We only hate few people
like the way I hated you.

I destroyed you,
I wanted to make you squirm.

-See you reduced to crumbs, to rags.
-I get what you mean.

I was dumped three times because of you.

I'm not worried about that.
I found profit.

I don't mean like that.

I find that normal.

I made you. You got away from me.

You no longer deserved life.

I wasn't unhappy.

I didn't feel abandoned.
I did 10,000 things.

I am power. No one can reach me.

People fight just
so I cite them in my column.

For five years
I've been having fun like crazy.

But I no longer have
someone to share it with.

I told myself: "If wasn't mad at Daniel,
how we would be laughing."

I had a husband and lovers up to my knees.

But I had no accomplice.

Neither did I.

I cried out of anger the whole night.
I wanted to smash your face.

But not anymore, I no longer really laugh.

I am free. I do what I want.

You can hang out at bistros
without being yelled at.

No, I don't drink anymore.

No, I don't get out of control anymore.

I became a serious man. Even boring.

I analyze, I give speeches…

Is it me that you regret or your youth?

No, I don't regret you at all.
I don't like regrets.

I live like I live.

You gave me something that I never found.

I don't love you.
I don't love you anymore.

And now?

Whose name do you write
on the front of your notebook?

I was in unhappily in love
three years ago.

Perfect for vanity.

Yeah, maybe.

-No more big words.
-One-night stands?

No, I hate those.

No, but easy encounters.
No burden, drama or consequences.

Safe colors.

You still remember?

What I love about coffee is caffeine.

I don't like tobacco with no nicotine,

Pernod with no alcohol
and love with no risk.

I've changed.

-We both changed.
-We have the right.

And you're right. I go after my youth.

As far as I understand, not only yours.

-Shall we have a glass?
-You no longer drink.

-And you?
-I no longer drink.

Let's pour that drink.
Don't you want a scotch?

No, I'm done.

-Some vodka, maybe.
-That's new.

I drank some Campari, in Italy,
but vodka is fine.

Daniel.

I missed you.

Barbara, I missed you.

I don't know how to say it.

You became a stranger to me.

Someone else.

Anyway, I found you.

I became someone else. So did you.

But I talk to you and understand you
like things were going 100 times faster.

I never had that again.

It's extravagant.
I hate what you've become.

When I think I spent six years…

Loving someone
who could become what you are.

You have a terrible perception
of things, of people.

You live in a universe
of gossip and contempt.

You only believe in fame and scandal.
Everything I hate.

But in two minutes I figure you out.

If you think you are in better condition…

You're timid and resigned.

Your priorities are not the same
as ten years ago.

I'm like you.

I found you.

I've always wondered
if all that really happened.

Out of any time and logic.

-We're angry…
-To the grave.

-We both think we're right.
-Very much.

We don't even consider
that the other one might be right.

When I think of what you did to me…

How can a guy that intelligent
don't understand that he's a jerk?

I think you're a real bitch,

the best of shrews,

and you take
all your resentment out on me.

I don't have any.

Now.

Let's be clear.

I no longer want what I will never have.

Barbara.

I didn't mean to attack you.

I know.

And I don't want to make up.

I know. I'm against reconciliations.

We pretend to forget,
but we never really do.

We just stop saying things.

And everything rots.

I don't want to rot.

I wonder what I'm doing here with you.

So do I. And yet I'm here.

I feel like I'm living a miracle.

My heart sings and I surrender.

-I don't understand anything.
-Neither do I.

My heart sings as well.

I could come closer.

I could take you in my arms.

-When you did…
-I knew how it would end.

-I still know.
-And?

-I take you in my arms.
-What will that do for us?

Don't you want to?

Naturally.

Michel?

I waited for you. Why did you behave
like that with your daughter?

I'm always like that to her.

This afternoon I found out another Michel.

Don't use my weakness.

I'm not like that.

I don't know what happened to me.

Does it bother you?

Not really.

I don't like showing all my sides.

I like secrets.

It's silly to waste your life
because of modesty.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe.

-Isn't it true?
-No.

You're reassuring.

-You think?
-No.

Five years like five days.

Who would have said?

We've known each other 11 years.

We haven't spoken in five years.

We've pretended
not to see each other for five years.

-Do you think we wasted our time?
-Not wasted nor lost.

It's just time, that's it.

The weather was nice. I was happy.
I'd finished my first book.

Not knowing it would be the last.

Not believing in love at first sight.
I was done.

You wore slips with crinoline.

I don't know how you sat down.

I didn't sit down that often.

How often did I scratch my chin
on those crinolines?

Painful position.

I never used small words anymore.

-That's not possible.
-What?

Every couple of minutes
we keep saying "anymore".

-You've become quite simple.
-I became someone else.

And you became someone else.

What can become of these two strangers?

If we were really strangers, anything.

I would like you.

You gained weight and maturity.

A disappointment that suits your wrinkles
and your waistline.

And your gray hair.

I could fall in love with a guy
who's been through everything,

who's done everything, seen it all.

-I love your exhaustion.
-I'm not exhausted, I'm tired.

Yeah, I have a lot of gifts.
I didn't do anything.

Just like me.

I missed things I really wanted to do.

I no longer know what I wanted.

I forgot.

-Maybe we could…
-I don't see anything we could.

I wonder if we could start all over again
without going back to the same.

We'll never know
because we would need to do it to know.

Ugh… An idea is to do it, isn't it?

But it's just the idea.

Yes.

-Hold on.
-What is it?

Let's see.

Are you afraid or embarrassed?

Neither.

I had forgotten about the others.
They'll soon come.

-Tell me.
-Yes?

It's weird, you're used to talking
really bad about me.

You're embarrassing.

Plus, that's not true.

You show off your wounds
like a 100 year old veteran.

You forgot you are the one who wounded me.

There you go.

We're back to square one.

-Is this a test?
-Not even a quiz.

The dawn of the beginning of a test run.

Even if we wanted to…

We wouldn't.

Good.

So, if I got it right,
we're back to angry.

In a way.

But it won't be the same.

We'll look from afar.

Each one on their own little mountain.

Was it just a little break?

I dread it.

We cannot change only
because we decided to.

So we say goodbye?

If we still had something to say…

It's more of a farewell.

I'm leaving you.

We'll hold hands in the stars.

Goodbye.

Bye, fellow cat.

I had forgotten about that.

And now I will remember.

Are we lovers now?

Are we committed to something now?

I think so.

You know I've had lovers.

I would have guessed.

Oh, not many. But I had never felt bound,

especially if it's a recent love.

It depends on who we meet.

Rational love, look where that leads.

Oh my! You're mean.

No.

I speak what's on my mind
because we spent the night together.

-And that gives you rights?
-Just one.

To say what I think.

And what do you think?

That you're beautiful.

These precautions are useless,
I cannot sleep.

-Besides, I hardly slept at all.
-Why?

Calm down, it had nothing to do
with your getaway.

-Were you with dad?
-Yes.

Why not?

Don't get it wrong.
My wrath has nothing to do with you.

-Bernard?
-Yes.

It's over. It's neither his nor my fault.

Bernard was right. It was impossible.

I realized that trying to persuade him.

Poor thing, I ridiculed him.

I didn't want to.

He must feel feeble, ugly, and old;
and he's none of that.

It's funny.

Now that I'm saying it's impossible,
I still believe.

It's childishness.

You know we're not suitable
for childishness anymore,

but we're not beyond that either.

Later when I go with your father,

I don't know what will happen.

Anyway, nothing will be like before.

Jacques, do you know I love you?

You too, do you know I love you?

-Why do you love me?
-I don't know. Because…

-Because I like you.
-Is that all?

That's not all,
but you asked me quite bluntly,

in the morning while I'm shaving.
I need to think.

I don't need to think about it.

I love you because I'd die
if I didn't love you.

That comeback is cute.

-Where did you read that?
-Jacques, you hurt me really bad.

Come on, darling, I was kidding.

That's what I complain about.

I wonder what you don't kid about.

What proves that you love me?

What proves it? Nothing, obviously.

How can I believe you if you're incapable
of saying why you love me?

I love you because I love you.
It's that simple.

Yes, but you don't love me
like I love you.

Come on, no one loves in the same way.

And we never love the way
we wish we were loved.

Would you mind if I love you less?

-Tell me.
-It wouldn't suit me.

I would mind if you stopped
questioning everything.

Get ready, let's go get a little tan
before leaving.

-Jacques.
-Yes?

Could you live if I didn't love you?

Please, don't start
complicating things again.

I love you. Don't kill yourself.

It's sunny. I'll wait for you downstairs.

What are you doing?

You have no reason to join the others.

-Did you hear me?
-I'm working.

Don't make a fuss.
You really only like novelty.

I know you drained the mystery out
of these bugs.

I drained the mystery out
of this entertaining little troop.

I know their fate,
I'm no longer interested.

I'll never get used
to the brutality of your whims.

-They're not Guinea pigs.
-I'm not a biologist.

Oh, Jean-Pierre.
If you start whining it will be hell.

OK, I'll go downstairs.

But it's only because of you.

-You're kind.
-No.

But I am with you.

I wouldn't like a man
who is kind to everybody.

Is that a declaration?

In a way.

So.

La Viaccia,a film by Bolognini.

"One of the typical aspects…

"of a film…"

We won't make it, honey.

My name is Mathilde.

And don't call me "honey", like the women

I have to send orchids to the next day.

Enough with the retroactive jealousy.

Neither retroactive nor any other kind.
I'm not jealous.

I won't be with the excuse
of having spent the night together.

You call that an excuse?

Idiot.

Although little, for me it's a big deal
to kiss a man.

You already told me.
Jokingly, but you already told me.

Yeah, look who's talking.

You loved one different each year
in descending order.

-Have you forgotten?
-I was also joking.

-You told me.
-I know.

Love at first sight doesn't exist.

After eight years
it would be a really long "first".

Between us, it would be
an anti-love-at-first-sight.

-There's no mystery left.
-That's true.

-I know everything about you.
-I know as if I'd made you myself.

It's inexplicable.

I wish we were simple people.

You love me, I love you. We live together.

We don't do what we want.
It's not up to us to forget everything.

In love, usually what counts more,
is finding it.

The pleasure
of telling or listening to stories.

We've known each other for eight years.
We know all about us.

What can be done? I love you.

We have our set ways,
a lifestyle, a routine.

We argue all the time.
I'm toying with you.

I find you sentimental, thoughtless,
inconsistent, vain…

I know you are lazy,
cynical, weary, a libertine,

a liar, with no scruples… But I love you.

Me too, I love you, kitten.

-So?
-So…

We get ready for quite a hell.

We won't be able to lie
or hide things anymore.

-We will work.
-It will be like before.

You're right, it will be hell.

-Think it over.
-I don't do that.

-You have a funny face. Bad night?
-I dreamed a lot.

-Come on.
-Imaginary memories.

Then one troublesome.

-You have to tell him two words.
-You go.

I don't like talking to women.
I feel intimidated.

OK, fine, I'll go.

I feel the treasure of kindness within me.

I wonder why, by the way.

They'd think that together we scare.

Not at all.
But, you know I'm a little shy.

Of course. It's overwhelming
to be among a bunch of strangers.

-But love makes you forget all of that.
-Why do you say so?

You know Jacques doesn't love me.

Well, not really.

It sure looks like it.

-Looks like the opposite.
-You think?

Absolutely.
I rarely even see him like that.

Tell me, Barbara…

-You've known him for a long time?
-Yes.

-For quite some time.
-Has he loved many women?

Depends on what you mean by "loved".

Let's say he encountered many
but didn't stick to one frequently.

With you, he seems
to want to stick around.

Then why don't I think he loves me?

Jean-Marc, you coming?
We're taking a walk.

Sure, if you want.

-Jean-Marc, I have to talk to you.
-You don't have to.

You know, the confessions,
the scenes, the drama…

-You have to know all that.
-I know, I'm not stupid.

-I wish you all the happiness.
-Don't complicate things.

You know I came here for you.

-Pierre was but an excuse.
-Admit that you were a little far.

I will seem childish to you,
but it wasn't on purpose.

I know it doesn't mean anything.
But admit you put yours into it as well.

I want to know if you loved me.

The answer is clear.

Don't be bitter, Jean-Marc.

We have a lot of people in our past.

We could try starting from scratch.
Start all over again.

You said "we could"
because you aren't sure.

That's true, I'm not sure.

Because of me and because of you as well.

You're very complicated.

If not, you wouldn't have left me
with Pierre last night.

You wouldn't have pushed me to him.

-You think I'm made of stone?
-Yes.

I don't know, that's for sure.

Sometimes I'm weak.

You toyed with that weakness.
And finally against you.

-The sternness…
-You don't have.

You like to suffer,
live in your fantasies.

Prove that you're pure, a saint, a martyr.

I'm not interested in that literature.

I first ask a man to be a man.

Jean-Marc.

Jean-Marc!

I'm sorry, Jean-Marc.

I go like this because you matter to me.

Don't apologize.

That's life.

One day or another,
we end up splitting up.

-I think you love me.
-I think so too.

You shut off in an inexplicable silence.

Yesterday I would have loved you.

-You say that now.
-No, I had thought about it.

I've been wondering
if you'll ever make up your mind.

I did, but it's too late.

There's always a special moment.

If we don't get it, we're lost.

I don't think so.

Love isn't a battle or the lottery.

I'm not a loser with all this.

It's you who made a tragedy.

I love it. I run from it.

I'm not sure I love you.

Now I know.

I love you. I'm leaving you.

Let's go back.

No, you go back.

You don't want to come with me?

No, I want to be alone for a while.

Jean-Marc.

-Are you ready?
-Yes, are you?

We'll be done with the suitcases.

-Weren't you worried?
-Should I have been?

Of course not.

Did you think you should have been?

Of course not.

-Listen, Jean-Marc…
-Don't worry about it.

Typical situation, only two solutions.
Sword fight or friends as usual.

And since we are kind and smart,
friends as usual, then.

You love her, she loves you, be happy.

I think we will be.

-The idea of being happy makes you laugh?
-No, I thought it through.

-You thought about it?
-Listen, Pierre.

If I had stayed last night,
we would have played poker.

And then, cleverly,
we would have been in bed.

And what would have happened? Nothing.

When I left, I knew what I was doing.

-So in short, you married us.
-I gave my blessings.

Now, I go back to Paris, you to Nice, OK?

-Are you ready?
-Yes, Jean-Marc already left.

-Do you think he's struggling?
-We'll never know.

-But his self-esteem is intact.
-How so?

He just explained
that it was him who decided everything.

-I don't understand.
-It's quite clear, though.

He threw us towards each other on purpose.

Yesterday, when he left during poker,

he married us.

You think? Do you?

No, but he's my friend.
I pretended he did.

You are very kind.

-Very kind.
-You're a fool.

Did you know that next Sunday at Nîmes
it's the last bullfight of the season?

Jacques, give me a straight answer.

-Yes?
-When did you stop loving me?

-What do we do now?
-Do you have any idea?

Not the slightest.

What would make me sadder?

Live together and suffering?

Or live apart and suffering?

Suffering in vain.
What if we try suffering together?

All right.

Let's try.

According to you, are the others
happy or unhappy?

According to you, are we happy or unhappy?

Sometimes you're a little withdrawn,
your indifference freezes me.

Everybody meets the devil
once in their lives.

You're my devil.

And I see now that hell
isn't a burning place,

but a freezing… desert.

I see me as the devil.

I don't create catastrophes.
I don't torture anyone.

-I wouldn't like that.
-I didn't call you a sadist.

I think you have fun with others.

I didn't say you'd enjoy torturing them.
That's different.

I find people's actions, feelings, motives

extraordinarily vain and derisive.

Thus, laughable.

Mine included.

True, there's always a wall around people.

But sometimes a stone gets loose
and we can see someone on the other side.

That visit to our friends was beneficial.

Their loves and problems
don't change a thing with us.

That wasn't the point.

Anyway, we're right where we left.

Where?

You know, you're lucky.

Jean-Pierre.

I wonder if there is a way
for love not to wear out,

or fade away.

For a moment there I thought it possible.
I had hopes for you and I.

I tried to give life a new meaning.

I failed.

-No, I love you too.
-Yes, your way.

-I don't know any other way. Look.
-I don't understand anything.

It's a machine that commands itself.

It alone estimates
the change of direction.

-How interesting.
-It's the grandmother of all robots.

Take a look. She will come straight at me.

Dammit!

So young and the robot species
are already like human beings.

Unpredictable.

THE END

Subtitle translation by: Lizbeth Toscano