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THE ART OF LOVE (title rip by Edi)

"There's no love without music"

At the precise moment
you fall in love,

a special music
is produced inside us.

Like this one.

Or this one.

Or even this one.

It's different for each of us...

and can occur when
least expected.

For Vanessa, it was while helping
William change his bicycle wheel.

For Zoë, she thought of Jérémie
while out walking.

Sometimes two people
fall in love at the same time

and the two pieces
of music match.

It was the case with Emmanuelle

and with Paul.

Laurent dreamed
of hearing the music one day.

He longed to hear it.

Excuse me.
Do you have a light, please?

He longed to hear it
as he was a composer.

What could this music sound like?

He kept wondering.

He'd only ever heard snatches of it.

Two or three notes with Annabelle.

Scarcely more with Elisabeth.

His obsession was such that he tried
to imagine it when he composed.

Strangely enough,

those who listened to his works
recognized in them...

something they felt
when they fell in love...

but which he'd never felt.

Many congratulated hit,

particularly women.

A lot of them thought
that this tan's company

could take them feel deeply in love.

Yes...

many passed through his arts.

And with all his strength,
each time,

he tried to love them.

He hoped he would.

But nothing.

He never heard
the slightest melody.

See these white spots here?

He was still young
when he fell fatally ill.

Shortly before he died,

whilst out walking alone,

he heard some music.

He never knew
who his heart was in love with.

"Don't turn down
what you're offered"

- You haven’t made love in a year!
- Yep, a year.

At your age, that's enormous.

You should be very active.

A year at your age corresponds
to 5 in the sexual calendar.

Oh, yeah?

And it's very important
for your health.

Studies show that sex fortifies
our organism, our brain, our mood.

Really?

It's almost a hygiene matter.

Making love
makes people healthier.

And thus, reduces
health budget costs.

- Meet someone.
- Easier said than done.

You're in a loving relationship.
It's not my fault if I'm not.

In the meantime, meet people,
it'd do you good.

I can't. I'm too shy.

And I'm uncomfortable,
meeting someone just for that.

- So, ask a friend.
- What?

Lots of singles are sex friends.
Think of the advantages.

My male friends aren't single.

Michel's with Joelle,
Eric's with Mélanie...

- Tristan?
- He just met someone.

Bernard's in Australia.
And Jérémie's with you.

Ideally, we should share our men
with our single girl friends.

You talk such nonsense.

I'm serious. I'm in favour
of redistributing wealth.

You pay tax to the community
to help the poor.

When you have a country house,
you invite friends over.

Why not lend your guy
to those who don't have one?

It should be a tradition.

But making love
isn't just an ordinary act.

See it as a massage,
using more than just your hands.

You don't have to love your physio
for him to massage you.

Just think about it.

What'd you say if Jérémie
slept with another woman?

Him sleeping with someone behind
my back or because I ask him...

are two different things.

If he slept with you
to do you good,

I wouldn't be jealous,
I'd be proud of him.

Hello.

I asked Jérémie
and he said OK.

OK to what?

- What we said: Doing you good.
- But...

Listen...

Please say yes.
It'll do you good.

Well...

- OK.
- Great!

How are you?

I was just going to the cinema.

Jérémie.

Jérémie.

Isabelle's here.

- Hi, Isabelle.
- Hi.

Well, see you later.

Back at 9. Stay for dinner.

I can't. I'm seeing my mother.

Well, I'll call you, then.

Enjoy the film.

- Want a drink?
- No, thanks.

Let's go in the bedroom.

After you.

The two friends had no secrets,

but Isabelle didn't dare
share her dream.

However, something
very troubling happened...

I've been thinking
about what you said.

How can you go a year
without making love?

You're in the prime of life.

A year is enormous.

If you don't want to sleep
with a stranger, ask a friend.

Isabelle listened,
troubled by her words,

but above all, troubled
to see her dream unfolding.

Sex friends are very common.

She pinched herself.

No, it wasn't a dream.

You can do someone good
even if you love someone else.

That's friendship.

Their girlfriends
don't necessarily agree.

I agree.

If Jérémie agreed to do you good,
I'd be quite happy.

I'd be proud of him.

What if I asked him?

- No way.
- Why not?

You're joking.

- It's embarrassing.
- I'm not embarrassed.

- I am.
- Up to you.

I'm sure Jérémie wouldn't mind.

- It's not done.
- Why not? We're free, aren't we?

- That's not the point. It's...
- It's what? Give it a try.

You look like I'm torturing you.
I won't force you.

- I'm late, gotta run. Call me.
- OK. Thanks.

No problem.

They never mentioned it again.

Isabelle never knew if she
was right or wrong to refuse.

"Desire is fickle
and dances like grass in the wind"

Hello, Jeanne.

It's Achille.

We met at Marc's party
3 months ago.

No... No, it's...
I asked him for your number.

As I enjoyed our discussion,
albeit short, I thought maybe...

As I'm free this weekend,
we could have a drink.

Never mind. OK, well...

Some other time, huh?

Bye.

Hello, Françoise.
It's Achille.

I'm calling to hear your news.

You were asleep? Well...

as it's 10 o'clock...

No, I'm sorry. Sleep tight.

'Morning.

Sorry to bother you.
I live next door.

I went to get the mail,
but on the way back...

the door shut in the breeze.

Could I use your phone
to call a locksmith?

OK.
No, it's not reinforced.

Thank you.

He has one more person
to see first. Thank you.

And if you ever need anything,
just knock.

Thanks, goodbye.

You're not going to wait
on the landing.

You haven't lived here long.
I never saw you before.

No, not even a week.

- Were you in Paris?
- Oh, yes.

Not far away.
2 subway stations away.

Thanks.

The thing is,
my boyfriend and I split up.

I understand. I don't suppose
it can be easy for you.

Maybe not, but it's interesting.

I haven't lived alone before.

- And how does it feel?
- It's good.

Well, it's still too early to say.

And it may not last long.

Maybe I'll go back
to my boyfriend or...

You haven't really split up?

I don't know.

It depends.
We'll have to see.

He'd like to.
But I'm not sure.

It was a shock to learn
he'd been cheating on me for months.

Don't look like that. It happens.

I'm a very positive person.

I think every cloud
has a silver lining.

Maybe...

I haven't known enough men to...

understand being a couple.

And you know...

I have no idea what it's like
physically with other men.

See what I mean?

For instance,

maybe I should have an affair.

- What do you think?
- Lf you feel the need...

maybe you should listen
to what's happening inside.

You think so?

I'm just saying. It's up to you.

No, you're right, I'll try.

What about you?

Without wishing to be indiscreet,

do you live alone?

I'm single at the moment.

- How do you find it? Is it OK?
- Yes.

So, you have some time?

More than if I was with someone.

Great, so we can see
more of each other?

Yes, why not?

Do you have your diary
to make some dates?

Do you want to dance?

Yes, if you like.

- Let's forget what just happened.
- Why?

- Because.
- Because what?

Because... it's not natural.

- What's not natural?
- The fact that you kissed me.

I kissed you naturally.

- I don't think so.
- I did.

Would you have
if I hadn't said all that?

Well, yes.

I think you did it,
because I said I wanted an affair.

No.

- That's not the feeling I have.
- I assure you I didn't.

- Don't you like me?
- I do.

So do I.

Pity.

- The locksmith...
- Wait.

You mean you'd be OK with it
if you hadn't said what you said?

Yes.

"It's hard to give
the way you'd like"

Thanks.

You OK?
You look like something's wrong.

No, I assure you, I'm fine.

- It's just that...
- Just what?

- I'm wondering...
- Wondering?

- About what?
- About myself.

- I'm not satisfied with myself.
- What's wrong?

Apparently, everything's fine.

I'm in a relationship,
my career isn't a worry,

I have friends, I'm healthy,
and yet something's missing.

Like what?

Like my life lacks meaning.
I'm too selfish.

I'd like to be more generous.
Give something to people.

For some reason,
I rarely get the chance.

You could do volunteer work
for a charity.

Yes, I thought of that,

but I could only do it at weekends,

but we go to the country.

I can't deprive Ludo of his pleasure
when I want to be generous, see?

Anyway,

if you want to ask me for something,

do, even if it seems too much.

- Alright?
- Alright.

- Promise?
- I promise.

I can't wait.

What's with the funny face?

- It's nothing.
- It isn't. Something to ask me?

- No.
- I can see you have.

- No, it's nothing.
- Nothing is something.

No...

Boris, please...
It'd make me so happy.

- It's too much to ask.
- No, I want it to be too much.

I want it to be huge,
to be excessive.

Amélie, you should know

I would never have asked
if you hadn't insisted.

Never.

I'm listening.

Here goes...

Although you're my friend,
I'm not indifferent to you.

My attraction to you
has kept growing.

Attraction?

Dreams, fantasies...

Urges.

Why didn't you tell me?

In case you took it badly.
And because of Ludo...

I don't see what I can do
to help you.

Maybe you could help me
to see clearer.

I sometimes wonder
if I'm not in love with you.

It has a negative effect
on my relationships.

I keep thinking
it'd be better with you.

- No.
- That's what I tell myself.

What can I do?

- No.
- Just so I know.

I'd never live up
to your fantasy.

I'd like to help,
but I can't because of Ludo.

I'm sorry.

- Forgive me.
- No, I'm sorry.

Hey, lady.
You dropped your scarf.

Thank you, that's very kind.

Can you spare some change?

I'm sorry,
I gave it all to the florist.

I swear I did. I'd like to help...

Do you have a cigarette?

I just gave up.

I'd really like to help you out...

- Want the bouquet?
- No, thanks.

- Are you sure?
- Bye, ma'am.

Hello, Margot.

- I'll get that.
- No, it's OK.

I insist.

You're home already.

Yes, I came home early.

We didn't get
the Swedish contract.

- A month's work for nothing.
- I'm sorry.

If you feel like a change,
I'll invite you out for a meal.

I don't feel like going out.

- Bye, ma'am.
- Bye.

How about a cocktail?

No, thanks.

A nice sandwich?

No, thanks.

A skull massage?

It's OK.

- Some music?
- No.

- What would you like?
- I don't know.

- Ludovic!
- What?

Cote here.

- What?
- Cote here. I have a surprise.

- What surprise?
- Cote here. You'll see.

It's Jérome. I'll pick up.

Yes? Really?

Hang on, I'll ask Amélie.
He feels down.

I'll have a drink to cheer him up.

You don't mind?

- No, no.
- OK, I'll be right there.

I'm off. Don't wait
for me for dinner. 'Night.

It's you.

'Evening.

I wondered who it was.

I'm out of salt.

Could you spare some,
seeing as it's late?

- Of course. Come in.
- Thanks.

- Sorry, there's hardly any left.
- That's OK.

Give me your hand,
we'll share it.

- Is that OK?
- Perfect.

I'm working tonight,
but let's do dinner.

- Why not?
- So we can talk.

Well, I wanted to say something.

- Now?
- Yes.

When I kissed you,
it was because I wanted you.

I like desire to be spontaneous,
not planned.

- It wasn't planned.
- It's hard to think otherwise.

You kissed me
when I mentioned the affair.

Well, I was waiting
for the right moment.

Then, it all happened so fast.

- Your desire wasn't strong enough.
- It was. It was very strong.

See? You use the past tense,
as if it's over.

Not at all. It's still very strong.
It's even stronger.

Let's kiss, you'll see.

No, it's too late.

The more we talk,
the more artificial it is. Forget it.

Once we've forgotten it, maybe
we'll be able to kiss naturally.

"Without danger,
pleasure is less intense"

Emmanuelle?

What's wrong?

I'm leaving you, my love.

I'm crying,
because I'm leaving you.

What do you mean?

Please, don't ask me why.

You should just know I love you.
I'm so sorry.

If you knew how sorry I am...

How can I not ask you why?
Try to see it my way.

Is there someone else?

Is that it?

Someone else in your life?

Nobody in particular.

- What do you mean?
- There are several.

- Several?
- Yes.

But it keeps changing.

I haven't cheated on you yet, but
I can't restrain myself for long.

Look, I don't understand a word.

I'll listen to anything,
but explain things to me.

A few months ago,
when I met certain men,

I started to get overcome...

I was overcome with desire,
despite myself.

I didn't tell you.
I thought it'd pass.

But it just got worse.

I thought it could be hormonal,

so I had tests done.

But there was
nothing wrong with me.

It just went on,
so I thought it was psychological.

I went to see a shrink.

- What did he say?
- Nothing specific yet.

I've started therapy.

I have to wait, it can take years.

My desires can't wait.
It's become hellish lately.

If a man looks at me with desire,
I want to satisfy him.

I have to restrain myself
with all my strength.

It can happen to me
at work or on the bus

or when shopping, anytime.

I spend my days,
restricting this hunger.

It's exhausting.

I don't want to cheat on you,

but it's beyond me.

I can't fight my own
body anymore.

I did all I could for us.

I can't do any more.

And I don't want to hurt you.

I'll move into Eléonore's place.
She's away for 2 months.

Then, I'll see.

All night, Paul
walked the streets of Paris.

He went from Rue de Moscow,
near St Lazare,

via the Opéra, the Louvre,

along the Seine
to the Jardin des Plantes,

which was of course shut,

he crossed the Seine,
reached Aoe. Dautesnil,

and walked to
the Bois de Vincennes.

He stopped in the park,
turned around,

and went straight home.

Wait.

I've been thinking.

There may be a solution

if you want to try.

I know you're leaving
so I don't suffer,

but I'd suffer less if you stayed.

Paul...

I won't stop you
giving in to your desires.

You can do what you want.

I want to be there to hold you
when you need a hug.

When you come home.

What do you think?

Finally free
to experience her desires,

she could at last look at ten
without feeling guilty.

- Do you want a coffee?
- Yes, please.

- Thanks.
- Don't mention it.

From the gentleman on your left.

She could give free rein to her
urges, without feeling guilty.

However, something very
strange happened:

She only slept with one tan.

Indeed,

she'd come back to Paul
without giving in to her urges.

The freedom he'd given her
had chained her to hit.

The attraction she felt
for other ten

only rejoiced and intensified
Paul's desire.

So much so that she found in hit

all the ten she desired.

Hey, it's me.

How are you?

Are you free Saturday?

Yes.

Where shall we meet?

- Is your place OK?
- Yes.

Fine. Bye.

- Hi. Good to see you.
- You OK?

Yes.

I've got champagne.
Is that OK?

Do you want to get me drunk
to take advantage of me?

No, I had some in, that's all.

It'd have been more flattering
if it was to get me drunk.

How so?

It would've showed
you still desired me.

I have no effect on you now?

- You do, but...
- But?

You're so frank
that I'm a bit unsettled.

I told you I liked things
to be natural, spontaneous.

- Let's get to the point, OK?
- OK.

For example, what do you
want right now?

No, don't think. Just say it.

I think I want to kiss you.

You think?

- You're not sure?
- I am sure.

If you're sure, why not do it?

Well, I'm waiting for you.

It's awkward, kissing
someone who doesn't want to.

- Who says I don't want to?
- Nothing tells me you do want to.

I called you, I came to see you.

You came to see me
last time, too.

I thought you wanted to
and I was wrong.

I did want to,

but the circumstances were wrong.

Are they right now?

I don't know.

I feel like a traffic light.

A traffic light?

You're waiting for me to turn green.
The pressure.

- I haven't done a thing.
- Exactly.

What's wrong?

I've only ever kissed Wilfried.

You've never?
What about last time?

That doesn't really count.

- Not right away.
- Why not?

It's too new.

- Some other time.
- When?

I don't know.

I'll call you.

"Make sure
infidelities retain unknown"

This story begins on a Sunday

and ends on a Friday.

William and Vanessa are in love.

They met when they were 12.
Their friendship kept growing.

Something special
takes their love grow.

Before they were lovers,
they were friends.

When they got together,

they promised
to preserve their friendship.

This teams that they talk freely

and never cramp
each other's freedom.

Since we got together,
I haven't slept around.

I know.

I may sleep with someone just once
before he goes away.

I wasn't going to tell you,
but I dislike secrets.

We said we'd be entirely open.

- You in love with him?
- Not at all,

but I like him and he's nice.

He wants me so much,
it makes me want him.

Do you see?

- Where did you meet?
- At work.

His name's Louis.

He's going to work
in Brazil next week.

You see, there's no danger.

Maybe I shouldn't have said.

No, on the contrary.
I'd rather you told me.

In fact, I'm very grateful.

I just wasn't expecting it.

I may not manage
to sleep with him.

I wonder how I'll react.

- I may panic.
- Vanessa, I'm sorry.

Why?

I'm afraid I won't manage.

I won't stop thinking of you...

- I'm sorry, I'm too weak.
- That guy doesn't matter.

What matters is us.

I won't go.

I've changed my mind.

I want you to see this guy.

No, it was a bad idea.
I don't want to hurt you.

I've been thinking.
I reacted too brusquely earlier.

I don't want you
to regret it one day.

I won't regret it.

You don't know.
You notice overtime.

We said it's better
to have remorse than regret.

We should love freedom,
not fear it.

Fear is inward-looking.

We promised
not to be inward-looking, didn't we?

Monday

Louis!

Coming.

Are you OK?

So?

- It's yes.
- Really?

- Thank you.
- Careful.

- What?
- What if we're seen?

Sorry.

I have to go. See you later.

Till Friday.

Tuesday

William...

What is it?

- I can't manage...
- Can't manage what?

Not to be jealous.

I don't want you to go.

I feel stupid.
I'm mad at myself.

Wednesday

Vanessa?

- What's wrong?
- There's a problem.

Friday's not going to work.

Why not?

Don't ask questions.
I can't.

- I just can't.
- That's not possible.

You know I'm going far, faraway.

- We may never meet again.
- I know, but that's how it is.

But you promised.

I've longed for this day.

It's as if I had a date
with my best memory.

Don't insist.
I can't be there on Friday.

If you can't on Friday,

let's spend the day
together on Thursday.

Thursday

- See you tonight.
- See you tonight.

Vanessa,
I have to tell you something.

I'm not going to Brazil.

- Why not?
- Because of you.

- Thanks to you.
- I don't understand.

I've loved you
from the first second I saw you.

As if I recognized you,
as if I'd been waiting for you.

I know a chance like this
only happens once.

You know
I'm with someone I love.

If you really loved him,
you wouldn't be here.

You're wrong.

We said this would be our first
and last moment together.

I never let you think anything
was possible between us.

- You did.
- I didn't.

The way you are with me,
the way you look at me.

But it's because...

I like you.

- That's all.
- That's all?

I didn't know you were in love
or I wouldn't have come.

- What're you doing?
- I'm leaving.

Please...

Let's make love
as if I hadn't said it.

- Now I know you love me, I can't.
- Why not?

Because I'm in love.

I thought we were
on the same wavelength,

that things'd be
simple between us.

- You OK?
- No, I'm not.

Really?

We have to talk.

- What about?
- Us.

Is something wrong?

I want you to spend the evening
with that guy.

- Wasn't it tomorrow night?
- Listen...

- Let's not discuss it.
- We must.

I couldn't think
of anything else today.

Now I've seen reason,
I won't change my mind.

Call him and say yes.

I already cancelled.
It'd be ridiculous to call back.

You don't want to hurt me?

Let's turn the page.

It may hurt me a bit,
but it'll help us grow.

We grow through trials,
new experiences.

We mustn't be afraid
of experiences.

I don't want you
to blame me for it one day.

I won't.

I haven't finished.
Here goes...

If I had a date tomorrow night,

I'd rather you see this guy
than wait home alone.

- You mean?
- Yes.

She's an intern.

She leaves in 2 weeks
and goes back home.

We'll share the same experience.

It'll bring us closer together.

Friday

You're very beautiful.

You're very handsome.

See you later.

See you later.

The minutes were as long
for hit as for her.

As long as their
imagination was fertile.

So many images
went through their minds.

You OK? Did it go well?

Yes, more or less.

- And you?
- Yeah. So-so.

- But... was it interesting?
- Yes, interesting.

You don't regret it?

No.

No, it was an experience.

- Do you regret it?
- No, it was instructive.

- Did you learn things?
- Not really.

Are you disappointed?

There are things in life
you have to try.

That's exactly what I think.

Now we can say
we've tried them.

- It means we can move on.
- Yes.

I missed you.

Me too.

Are you tired?

I feel like
the night is just beginning.

"Patience, but not too much"

I’m out right now,
but leave a message.

Hello, it's Achille, your neighbour.

I haven't heard from you
in several days.

I hope you're well.
And I'd like to see you.

And...

I really want to kiss you.

I really liked your message.

I hadn't heard from you.

It was kinda complicated.

- Do you want a drink?
- No.

A nibble?

No.

Sit down?

No.

- No.
- What's wrong?

Don't you want to?

- Yes, but...
- But what?

I don't know if I'm in love yet.

That doesn't matter.

It's important to be sure
you're in love first.

- Maybe it'll come later.
- I prefer to know first.

But...

Maybe you are,
but you don't know it yet.

Making love
will help you realize.

What about you? Are you in love?

I think so.

- You're not sure.
- You're taking me off guard.

I haven't thought about it yet.

What if you thought about it now?

I think so. I feel things.

What kind of things?

Things...

Very pleasant things.

Me too.

If we make love, I'm sure
we'll have proof of it.

So, you see it as a test.

I think it's too soon
to take it further.

Let's let things mature.
Not force things.

I don't understand.
You wanted an affair.

An affair is like an adventure.

You don't ask questions,
you explore the unknown.

Yes, well,

I'm not sure
I want an affair anymore.

I haven't told you everything.
Things have changed.

It's really over with my boyfriend.

I wanted an permit to answer questions
about our relationship,

but now I don't really need one.

And making love
for its own sake...

isn't really the way I work.
To me, it's something sacred.

It's because it's sacred
that we should celebrate it.

See it as a ceremony
in which we pay tribute to nature.

That's right.

You know, desire grows in us
like leaves on a tree.

- I like that.
- What?

"Desire grows in us like leaves."

- What're you doing?
- Noting it.

"...like leaves on a tree."
It almost makes me want to...

To?

Nothing.

You say
you like things to be natural.

When nature expresses itself,
you refuse it.

Come now.

We can't help it.
That's nature for you.

All the atoms inside us
are attracted.

Didn't we say we'd just kiss?

It doesn't mean we can't get naked.

It's too much.

- Why?
- It makes me want to do it.

Doesn't it when I kiss you?

Yes, but if you strip me,
it throws me.

It throws me, too.

If you knew how much I want you.
I can't stand it.

You're not going?

I'm sorry, I'm not easy-going
enough for you.

Where do you find
the strength to resist?

I'm like everyone else.
You resist, too.

How so?

- Do you feel strong desire for me?
- Yes, very strong.

Are you resisting jumping on me?

Absolutely.

So, you're not giving in
to your desire.

You can hold yourself in check, too.

Keep in touch.

"Often our eyes lead us to love.
Sometimes they deceive us"

Amélie continued to see Boris.

But she couldn't help thinking
of his attraction for her,

or rather, for her body.

She had trouble imagining
the intensity of his desire.

He didn't let anything show.

They'd both sworn
not to mention it again.

This secret spoiled
her pleasure at seeing hit.

It wasn't like before.

But she didn't dare
see hit less regularly.

It'd have punished hit
for a mistake she made hit take.

Besides...

was it a mistake
to desire her involuntarily?

Oh, it's over with Marie.

- You broke up?
- Yes, at the weekend.

- Didn't you get on well with her?
- Yes, but there was no magic.

Be honest,

did you leave her
because of me?

What're you talking about?

Your attraction for me
which interferes with your relationships.

No. We agreed not to mention it.

Yes, I know.

But I don't want to be
indirectly responsible.

Forget it. It's not your fault
if I rave over your body.

Your desire for me
is bad for our friendship.

I know, but there's nothing
I can do about it.

You have to taste me.

Amélie had read a scientific article
on sexual inhibition.

It tried to analyze the mechanisms
of what's commonly called

"modesty".

It said the main agents
of moral surveillance

are sight and sound.

Experiments by Prof. Lavigne

show that ten
deprived of sight and sound

give in much more easily
to their sexual urges.

Amélie thought
that to overcome her modesty,

they should try out
similar conditions:

A darkened hotel root,

without turning the light on
or saying a word.

They shouldn't see
or hear one another.

These were the only conditions

for Amélie to give her body
to Boris's desire.

Well?

OK.

Amélie had booked a hotel
on the net for the Friday.

At 4 PM, she was to go there,
take it completely dark.

Then, at 4:15, Boris was to enter.

At 5:15, an alarm would signal
that it was over.

Boris was to leave first,
then Amélie 15 minutes later.

On the Wednesday,
2 days before the date,

Amélie left work early.

She was overcome with anxiety.

- Oh, Isabelle.
- Amélie.

How incredible.
I'm pleased to see you.

She forgot her anxiety for a while,
she was so pleased

to run into Isabelle
after so many years.

They'd been close friends,
but lost touch.

Isabelle had recently moved
into Amélie's neighbourhood.

When Amélie heard
Isabelle was single,

an idea came into her head.

What could I do?
He's my best friend.

She dared to tell her about the
embarrassing situation she was in.

Of course she hid Boris's identity,

though Isabelle didn't know hit.

There.

I thought I could do it,
but I see now I can't.

I'm simply incapable
of being unfaithful.

I don't know why.
I'd like to, but I can't.

And Ludo has been so kind lately
that I'd feel even worse...

Do you see what I mean?

Won't you go instead?

- What?
- You could replace me.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

- Why me?
- I don't know...

I run into you.
And you're single, aren't you?

And you don't know each other.

There's no commitment.

How tall are you?

- 1 meter 69.
- I'm 1.68.

- And your bra size?
- 32b.

Me too.

- And your panties?
- Small.

See? We're practically twins.

Well?

As she feverishly awaited
Isabelle's reply,

Isabelle thought of her dream
and the offer she'd turned down.

Listen...

Here's my perfume,
just in case...

So, on Friday at 3:50,
Isabelle arrives at the hotel.

At 3:56, she has her root key.

At 3:59, she enters the root.

At 4:11, she turns on
the alarm clock.

At 4:16, Boris cotes
to the door,

sees the key, the sign
that everything's ready.

He knocks 3 times
to signal his presence

and enters.

Boris leaves the hotel at 5:27.

Isabelle leaves about 15 minutes
later, according to plan.

Around 6:30, Amélie calls Isabelle
to see if everything went as planned.

Isabelle reassures her,
saying it went fine.

Although Amélie is curious
to know tore, she doesn't dare ask.

That's lucky as Isabelle doesn't want
to confide, even in a friend.

And she hasn't yet had time
to understand what she felt.

Amélie doesn't see Boris again
till 6 days later.

They'd agreed not to mention
what had happened.

So, they endeavoured not to.

- How are you otherwise?
- Fine, and you?

Fine.

Amélie longed to know
if the experience had suited Boris.

She hoped that by talking casually,
she'd see what had changed in hit.

- Did your week go well?
- Yes.

And you?

Yes.

I had a cold, but it's gone now.

- And you?
- No, no.

- I didn't have a cold.
- Oh, right.

- So, everything went well?
- Yes.

- That's good.
- Yes.

Amélie was too impatient.

She thought
that if they couldn't talk about it,

they could discuss the effects

to find out if the goal
had been attained.

How have you been
since the last time we met?

I told you. Fine.

No, I mean...

your problem
with my appearance...

Is that solved?

Sorry, I didn't think
we'd come right out with it.

I'm very uncomfortable.
I can see you are, too.

To tell you the truth, I can't say.
It all seemed so short.

Too many discoveries,
too many new things

in too short a time.

Don't you think?

Let's start again one more time,
in the same conditions.

Then I can tell you.
It's too vague right now.

Alright?

- He wants to start again.
- Why?

I didn't really understand.

Too much was new
about the situation for him.

He thinks
it'll be clearer next time.

So, that's why I wanted to ask you
to replace me again.

Isabelle pulled a face,
as if she didn't like the idea.

She looked doubtful,
as if she were thinking it over.

She didn't want Amélie to think
she'd accept for pleasure.

Amélie fully understood,

so she didn't use any arguments
to persuade her.

It really helps you if I go?

Sure you don't want
to go this time?

Amélie was surprised
by the question.

As she shook her head,
for a moment

she hesitated to herself.

Then, she forgot it.

Back at 4:30

The date was in the same hotel,
with the same arrangements.

Amélie had already heard from
Isabelle that it'd gone as planned.

Suddenly...

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

She reread the message.

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

- Are you OK?
- No, Boris, I'm not.

- What's the meaning of that?
- It means what it says.

I love you, Amélie.
Isn't it wonderful?

Why did I take so long to realize?

I thought it was just physical,

but the body
is the reflection of the soul.

Boris,

I'm not in love with you.

I know it's hard to admit.

I didn't believe it, at first.
But you're as in love as I am.

I know you are.
You proved it twice.

Such complicity can't exist
if it's not shared.

Your body, your skin, your gestures
told me you love me.

I know it's harder for you to admit
than for me as I'm single.

But you have to face it.

Ludo will get over it,
and we don't have a moment to lose.

Boris.

She considered telling the truth,

but that would’ve betrayed
and compromised Isabelle.

Boris, I...

don't know what to say.

Let's not see each other
for a while. It'll pass.

Amélie, it won't pass.

This is unique.
I've never felt it before.

Why waste time?
I can't be without you.

I just want us to be together.

I understand you being scared,
feeling lost,

but I'm here.

If you think I'll wait
while you go astray, you're wrong.

I won't give you
a second's respite.

The only rest we'll find
is in each other's arms.

Look, I'm sorry,
I'm late. I have to go.

When'll I see you?

I don't know. I'll call you, OK?

Excuse me.

Of course not, Boris.
Sure I'll put her on.

Here. It's Boris.

The following days,
at any time of the evening or night,

Boris kept calling,
asking to see her.

No, Boris, it's not possible.
Stop calling me.

No, it's nighttimes.
I'm having dinner with friends.

Now's not the time.

I'll hang up, OK?

I'm hanging up.

Bye, sweetie.

Look at it in daylight.

So? Excuse me.

Boris, I'm working.

I don't believe this. I'm working.

Excuse me.

Even her mail box
was full of messages.

She was worried
she'd be found out.

I'll get that.

Wrong number.

Look, I'd rather not know
what went on between you,

but he's convinced
I'm his dream woman.

- We should come clean.
- I don't agree.

I accepted
as long as it remained anonymous.

Maybe you'd like him?

- Maybe, but I'd rather not see him.
- What if you did like him?

- Anyway, he'd never like me.
- Nonsense.

He's in love with you, not me.

He has you in his head.

If he realizes I'm not you,
he'll be disappointed.

Isabelle agreed to replace Amélie.

Amélie agreed to meet Boris

as long as he respected
her conditions.

She warned and threatened hit:

If he pulled any stunts,
she'd stop seeing hit.

She also set up
a system of communication

so that Ludo wouldn't
suspect anything.

They all created
a new email address:

Amélie became Alice Wonder.

Boris became Hector Hugo.

Just a second, sir.

And Isabelle became
Superwotan364.

I'm coming.

So, Alice received Hector's dates
and sent the times

to Superwotan364.

Back at 5

Back at 3:30

Back at 6:30

This system seemed to satisfy Boris
who'd stopped calling Amélie.

She almost managed
to forget hit.

However, she couldn't help thinking
it was all very precarious.

She decided to force
Destiny's hand.

Amélie arranged to meet Isabelle,
supposedly to go shopping together.

She took her to a shop window,

then a second,

then a third,

then as she went past a bookstore,
she stopped casually.

Incredible.
A friend of mine works here.

Let's go in and say hello.

- Come on.
- Sure.

Boris, are you there?

- You OK?
- Yes, you?

Well, we happened
to be in the area.

I thought we'd call
in and say hi.

Isabelle, a close friend.

Hello.

Actually, we'd lost touch,
but Isabelle now lives near me.

Do you know each other?

- No.
- No.

I say that, because
Isabelle's a bookseller, too.

- My bookstore's on Rue Vauquelin.
- I don't know it.

Isn't it incredible
you're both booksellers?

- Do you want to have a look?
- Another time.

We won't have time
to do what we planned.

Oh, OK.

Well, we'll go.

Let's go.

Bye. Keep in touch.

Goodbye.

- Boris is single, you know?
- So?

- Aren't you single?
- I am, but he's not my type.

- He's cute.
- I don't like his looks.

And his literary tastes
seem dubious.

- Don't exaggerate.
- Don't you think?

No. I think he's very handsome.

Hey, it's not him, is it?

- What?
- Him.

No, of course not.

I'd have warned you.
I'd never do that.

You had me worried.

- Pretty, aren't they?
- Yeah.

Excuse me. I have to tell
Boris something. I clean forgot.

I'll be right back.

I'm pleased you came.
I've missed you.

- What did you think of my friend?
- I barely saw her.

- But do you find her attractive?
- You're all that matters to me.

I know, but if I didn't exist,
what would you think?

Insignificant. Not my type.
I find her almost unpleasant.

- Really?
- What do you want to know?

It's just that as she's single,
I'm asking around.

- Excuse me.
- Just a sec.

Can you help?

I want a book
on the complexity of feelings.

- I gotta run.
- See you later.

- Really?
- We're meeting at 1.

Oh, yes.

Follow me.

- I bought them.
- Great.

- Let's go this way.
- No, I gotta go.

I have a date at 1.
I want to go home first.

Bye.

The dates still continued.

- It's been a long time.
- Yeah.

Now that Isabelle
and Boris had met,

Amélie invited them
when she saw friends.

Isabelle, how are you?

I already introduced you.
Remember, he works in...

in a bookstore.

- Remember, she's a bookseller.
- Yes, of course.

Remember Boris? A bookseller.
We went to his bookstore.

Yes, I... I remember.

All this could’ve
continued for ages

if a traveller hadn't
brought into the hotel

an insect in his case.

False alarm. Panic over.
everything's OK.

The next few days, Amélie was
surprised not to hear from Boris.

She asked Isabelle.

But Isabelle thoughtfully decided
not to say anything.

She didn't want to blame Amélie for
lying to her about Boris's identity.

Yes...
she hated embarrassing people

as their embarrassment
embarrassed her even tore.

Amélie was reassured to see
Boris was still alive.

But Boris no longer
contacted her.

She often wondered
why he'd fallen out of love.

Although it was salutary,
she felt a certain sadness.

Boris had been her best friend.
He left a hole in her life.

Isabelle and Boris
ran into each other once.

At a birthday party.

Zoë’s.

- Oh, come in.
- It's raining.

You're soaked.

I'll bring you a towel.

Hello.

Are you OK?

Thanks.

- I'll take a look.
- Dry yourself.

Boris was there with a friend
of a friend.

He didn't know anyone.

- Hi.
- Hi.

That's all they said
all evening.

What could they have said?