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LET ME GO

Hello, Claudine. Hello, Nathan.

The man in the fleece sweater?

- He's with someone. - And the man sitting by the window?

- His booking is for two weeks. - No, too long.

And the one back there?

- He's checking out tomorrow. - Great.

Thanks.

Thanks, Nathan.

Are you here by yourself?

- May I? - Please.

Where are you from?

I'm headed back to Florence tomorrow.

And you?

I live nearby. You wouldn't know the town.

Tell me about Florence. I've never been.

Sure. What do you want to know?

What do the buildings and the cafés look like?

How's the weather there?

Describe the street where you live.

The buildings are quite varied.

They're built closely together,

with facades in warm colors.

The cafés are loud and lively.

There are often musicians playing.

And in the summer...

a warm wind blows through the town.

It's very nice to walk along the bank of the Arno,

the river that runs through Florence,

because it's cooler there than anywhere else.

I live near the public gardens.

Clean laundry hangs between the houses.

It gives my street

a special charm.

I like you.

I like your smile.

That's nice of you.

Maybe we can go to your room.

- Right now? - Yes.

Why not?

Thank you.

- That's not so hard. - Bravo, darling.

Look.

Thanks, Mom.

Very pretty...

- Thanks so much. - See you next Tuesday.

Have a nice week, Baptiste!

Sweet dreams.

- Night, Mom. - Night, darling.

- Do you like it? - Can I see it?

Yes.

Very nice.

I'll take your measurements now.

Would you strip down to your underwear? Sure.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, don't worry.

"My dear son, I'm in Florence now,

where the houses are very different from the ones at home.

They're built closely together, with facades in warm colors.

In the evenings I go to cafés.

They're loud, lively and there are often musicians playing.

A warm wind blows through the town

and it's nice to walk along the bank of the Arno,

the river that runs through Florence,

since it's cooler there than anywhere else.

I live near the public gardens.

Laundry hangs between the houses,

giving my street a special charm.

I'm thinking of you.

Kisses, Dad.

PS. Say hi to your mother."

Florence...

- That sounds like a girl's name. - Yes.

But also the name of a city.

The man with the newspaper?

His wife is in the restroom.

And the one in the plaid shirt?

Nathan.

And the one in the violet sweater?

He's going back to England tomorrow.

Perfect.

Thanks.

Diana? Are you a fan of hers, too?

Are you English?

Yes, I'm from Brighton.

I don't know Brighton.

It's a seaside resort south of London, about an hour away by train.

A lot of tourists go on day trips there.

There's a wide pebble beach

and a promenade with amusement arcades, carnival rides and food stands.

That sounds exciting.

Yes, it's a strange town with eclectic architecture.

Excuse me.

Good afternoon, sir. May I?

Where are you from?

Lucerne.

Why?

I've heard it's a charming town,

the Chapel Bridge, the Old Town Wall...

But I've never been there.

Yes... You should go sometime.

I'd rather go to your room.

- Shall we have another drink first? - Let's go now if you want to.

You turn me on...

- Don't give it a thought. - It can happen the first time.

It was very tender.

Here.

That's nice, but not necessary.

You should get some hiking shoes.

These are hiking shoes.

Have a nice week, Baptiste!

Don't you think it makes me look older?

Martine, longer would be sad and it can't be any shorter.

If you say so...

I admire you.

That's my son.

It's always the same with Martine. Sleeves, collar, nothing's right.

She loves to complain. It keeps her busy.

Perfect. This will be a much better fit.

How is she?

You know my mother. She clings to life.

- It'll be finished Monday morning. - Thanks.

Thanks so much.

Bye, Baptiste.

Bye, Claudine.

See you next week.

"My dear son, I'm in Brighton for a few days.

It's a seaside resort south of London, about an hour away by train.

A lot of tourists go on day trips here.

There's a wide pebble beach and a promenade with amusement arcades,

carnival rides and food stands.

It's a strange town with eclectic architecture.

I'm thinking of you. Kisses, Dad.

PS. Say hi to your mother."

Take a look.

Here it is.

On this big island.

The United Kingdom, Diana's homeland.

Caramel cream? Fruit salad?

- Caramel cream. - Thanks, Gaston.

Eclectic.

It means the buildings there are all different,

like when people like several things at the same time.

The way I love both you and Diana.

Yes, exactly.

I love you, too.

I was asked to bring you this. What should I do?

I'll drink it.

Thanks, Nathan.

May I?

You're German, right?

I was sure my accent was unrecognizable.

There you're mistaken.

I'm based in Hamburg.

Based?

The company I work for has its headquarters there.

Were you sent here?

Yes.

Let's say I've taken advantage of the situation to do a study.

I'm a...

hydroelectric engineering specialist.

This is an ideal location.

But I leave the day after tomorrow.

I've never been to Hamburg.

What's it like there?

- Do you really want to know? - Yes.

We could exchange first names first.

If you wish...

Tell me your name.

- Michael. - Michael.

- And yours? - Claudine.

"Benefits and Drawbacks of Hydroelectric Power in Periglacial Zones."

Did you write this?

You're embarrassing me.

Does that really interest you?

- Yes. - Then take it.

- Thanks. - Goodbye, Claudine.

Bye, Michael.

- Good afternoon, ma'am. - Good afternoon.

You didn't wash here.

- No, no... - Don't be so stubborn.

Then do it yourself.

- Stop... - You're mean!

"I'm thinking of you. Kisses, Dad.

PS. Say hi to your mother."

I'm pleased to see you again.

Have you broadened your expertise in hydroelectric power?

I'm making use of the time.

Come.

Let me show you something.

You're right. The surroundings are wonderful.

- You have a strange way of expressing yourself. - You think so?

I like it.

I'd like to walk a bit. How about you?

Have you done a lot of traveling?

Yes.

And how far have you gotten?

All the way to Honolulu.

You don't believe me?

That's unexpected. Is there interest in hydroelectric power there?

There was a kind of conference there.

Don't you ever take a vacation?

I was in Southern Italy once.

I can't really imagine you sunbathing on the beach for days.

But that's how it was.

But that was another time.

Another life.

Will I see you again tomorrow?

Claudine, I can also come closer to you.

- Please. - No.

Stop!

I know, I'm wearing too much.

Good evening, Claudine.

Good evening, Michael.

So you're also a photographer?

Yes.

That's how I escape my daily routine.

And you?

What do you do to clear your head?

sew.

That's my job.

How strange.

I've never imagined you working,

getting up, driving to work in your car or in a bus...

I work at home.

What did you imagine?

All kinds of things. You barely talk about yourself.

We could talk about your article,

which I read several times because I found it so fascinating.

Then I'd ask you

to tell me everything about your job, your life,

that other life. Why not?

Then I'll tell you about my life.

About the people who play or have played a role in it,

about my job as a seamstress,

about the advice I give my female customers,

so they can wear what they like without it being unflattering.

We could talk about books that had an impact on us

and suddenly discover things we both like.

Michael.

Single, no kids.

Pleased to meet you.

Claudine, are you married?

No.

- Do you have kids? - Yes, one.

He's an adult.

How old is he?

He's an adult, as I just said.

Stop it.

These other men you associate with

aren't bold enough to try to get to know you.

As a matter of fact, I've had that good fortune so far.

Your high notes sound lovely.

Don't exaggerate.

- Do compliments make you uncomfortable? - Not necessarily.

Why me?

Your ankle boots.

My ankle boots?

A woman who can climb to a height of 8200 feet in heels

deserves to be an object of interest.

And me?

Stop, what are you doing?

I won't be seeing you again, will I?

I shouldn't have come.

That's a shame, Claudine.

Michael, you're just passing through!

Baptiste...

Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

I peed in the bathwater.

I would have done the same thing!

Chantal, why do you think I pay you for these charming sonatinas?

- I will not be spoken to like that. - You leave me no choice.

That takes the cake! You could have called and let me know.

- Something came up. - Came up?

What kind of fool do you take me for?

I'm a woman myself, you know?

Claudine, don't do this.

I'm begging you.

Goodbye, Chantal.

- Are you angry? - No, my darling.

I'm just a little tired.

Mom...

You forgot about me.

You need to sleep now, okay?

Hello.

Hello, Annette.

That's perfect.

As always.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

You didn't bring anything?

My mother won't get dressed anymore.

She won't do anything anymore.

But she's furious. She says she's not ready.

I suppose dying isn't pleasant for anyone.

I'll miss our talks.

Claudine, we'll see each other anyway.

Besides, you never said anything.

But you were here.

Have you got a cigarette?

- Hello, Claudine. - Hello.

- Hello, Baptiste. - Good afternoon.

Alban will introduce you to the others while I speak to your mother, okay?

- Okay. - I'll take you.

I heard you like Johnny Logan. Is that true?

I love him!

He understands things in the world, but he has his own reality.

And you take care of him by yourself?

Yes, I work at home.

He gives me a lot.

Who else does he see?

Chantal, one of our neighbors.

When I'm out.

And we go to the village café.

Several of my customers have known him since he was little.

Your customers?

I'm a seamstress.

No one else? Friends, family?

One morning his father left us.

But Baptiste receives letters from him.

As far as the financial arrangements go, we can advise you, of course.

I don't need any help.

What about you?

Me?

Yes.

How are you doing?

Well. Thanks for asking.

And my sonatinas

- with Chantal? - We'll get you a piano.

And I can help you.

Mom, you hate my sonatinas.

That's not true. And then it's only to try on Tuesdays, you know?

Baptiste!

Baptiste...

Let's go.

Hello, this is Claudine.

Very well, thanks. And you?

You mentioned some potential buyers.

I'm open to discussion.

...25, 26, 27.

27.

That's beautiful.

Moscow...

Tokyo...

Florence.

Brighton and...

Ham... Hamburg.

Yes.

Chantal says it's all lies.

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

Very pretty.

It's normal to be scared.

- Sylvie? - Yes.

May I show my son the dress?

Of course.

Thanks.

Look, it's almost finished.

Almost... almost as pretty as Diana.

Yes.

- Don't worry, it will all work out. - I didn't say anything.

See you tonight.

I pictured you

spending an entire day

without thinking about me for one second.

I pictured you drinking your coffee

after getting up,

maybe laughing...

and living as if I didn't even exist.

I saw you in town.

All I wanted to do was run into your arms.

You didn't do it.

I didn't have the courage.

You weren't alone.

You mistook me for someone else.

Probably.

I thought I'd never see you again, Claudine.

I don't have your address or your phone number.

I'm trying to get my life in order.

I'm a little lost...

I know.

No.

You don't know that.

You don't know a thing.

I know that you disappear after making love.

I accepted a new assignment.

Where?

In Argentina.

When?

I'm flying next Monday.

I've wanted to check out for days,

but I stayed.

Will you be gone...

for a long time?

Three months, maybe longer.

Can you imagine trying to have an intimate conversation on the phone?

Like: "I really wish you were here."

Then come with me!

That would be crazy.

To Argentina...

Listen.

There, on the other side,

over 100 billion gallons of water are waiting to inundate us.

Michael?

Yes?

I think I'd like to try.

Ready.

You can open your eyes.

Thanks.

Which one do you like better?

Baptiste?

What do you say to spending the night with Alban and the others?

Like Emile?

Emile?

Why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

The tragic fate of the Princess of Wales, which had been feared since 12:30 am,

was confirmed this morning.

Lady Diana died of her injuries.

Known as the "Princess of Hearts," Diana was trying to get away from paparazzi

when her Mercedes crashed against a pillar in the Pont de l'Alma tunnel in Paris.

The Princess was admitted to Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital.

Shortly before 6:00 am, the ICU chief stated

that despite treatment of a severe wound and external heart massage

she was declared dead at 4:00 am.

France's interior minister expressed appreciation for this

modern and courageous woman, who was receptive to human suffering.

Your jacket looks great.

Marvelous.

I'm afraid the princess' death might upset him very much.

Could you wait a little bit?

Of course.

Thanks, Alban.

Come on, Johnny Logan.

Off we go.

Promise you'll behave.

Yes.

I love you.

What an idiot!

I've written down the visiting hours.

He'd be thrilled to see you.

Chantal, he's very fond of you.

You're going away, right?

I know what you're thinking.

No, Claudine.

You're mistaken.

Claudine.

Calm down.

Breathe.

Claudine...

Do you think she suffered much?

No, my darling, I don't think so.

And where are you going now?

I don't know yet.

Baptiste!

Your flowers.