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JEANNE AND THE PERFECT GUY

Can I take a message?

Call back Monday.

Jet Tours, hello.

Sorry, he just left.

You know, Fridays... Of course.

I'll tell him. Good-bye.

- Seen the runner? - The messenger, you mean. No.

You're cheerful.

I'm bored. This magazine's dumb.

Try reading a novel instead.

I can't read a novel here. I keep getting interrupted.

See what I mean?

I'll put you through.

Triton, for you.

- Are you taking it? - Not now!

They go on for hours.

I'll pass it to Moutier, he just left.

Don't forget, Sunday at 7.

I won't.

Sorry, he's left.

Call back Monday...

Okay, Mr Frost?

Can't complain. But my name's not Frost.

I sell Frost heaters. But my name's Martin.

I'm sorry.

I don't mind, it suits me.

- What's wrong? - The usual.

Ground floor?

- Can't you help, Jean-Baptiste? - It's not my field.

Jean-Baptiste!

Well... I could try.

I'll get to work. I know the way.

Good luck, Mr Frost!

Call me

when the runner... I mean the messenger comes.

Please hold, I'll put you through.

All this is for you.

My pleasure...

I'll need you again later...

Nothing for you.

No, I leave in 5 minutes.

Work overtime if you feel like it.

Of course...

Have a good weekend!

For all the workers It's closing time

Now we come in To clean the dirt and grime

With brooms at the ready We clean the mess we find

We get things spick and span We work the daily grind

And after all this work This one long ordeal

Deportation from France Sums up the whole raw deal

They can't give us papers Or so they say

Even our kids Will never be French one day

We spend our time Cleaning for the nobs

We suffer in our prime They never hear our sobs

We keep our mouths shut For to toil is our fate

We stay here in our rut We don't give in to hate!

Have a good weekend.

You're man crazy, little sister.

- A new guy every day. - I'm happy.

I should hope so, the way you collect them.

I don't. I can't resist, that's all.

- Why should I resist? - To seem less like a slut.

Screw that.

- What about Jean-Baptiste? - He doesn't know.

- You lie to them all. - That's my problem.

- I love them. - But some expect fidelity.

- I don't tell them. - Great excuse!

I don't sleep with everyone.

I'm sure I'll find him one day.

I don't know who he is Nor what he's like

He's not in my dreams I've never seen him

I don't know his voice Nor the colour of his eyes

His body's a mystery

His hands have no shape

- He has ten fingers though? - He has a prick too!

- Him! - Him!

My ideal But I don't know it yet

He'll be here one day

- I'll know him. - You'll know him.

I don't know why I don't know how

My heart will tell me.

What will it say?

He's the one!

It's not Jean-Baptiste or the messenger...

I'm not sure yet.

There's no mistaking the signs.

How do you know?

Give me a break. I just know.

If the sex is no good, it's not love.

I can't argue with that!

Excuse me, I'm late...

- One for Springtime. - Sold-out.

Excuse me, please...

- I forget your name. - Jeanne.

- You're Francis. - Fran�ois.

What're you seeing?

Springtime in Paris but it's sold-out.

Oh, I wanted to see it too.

Let's have coffee.

- Still a student? - Come on!

I've moved up in the world. I teach.

Lucky students.

With you, I'd have worked harder.

- Did you finish school? - Just about.

I answer phones at Jet Tours now.

- Great for romantic weekends... - I can't really say.

- You're married with kids? - No, I live alone.

I haven't got a guy to go away with.

Me neither. And I get no discounts!

You had that cute boyfriend...

Pierre, was it?

It's years since I saw you.

You couldn't know.

- Sorry, you've split up... - No, he died.

- How? An accident? - No, Aids.

What else these days?

Life is full of surprises

Things you never hope for

One day the sun rises And love's gone out the door

But life can be unfair

And bring you down, you see

Your happy love affair Can turn into tragedy

You meet a guy who loves you

And give him all the love you can

You know it'll be tough to do That it may not last with that man

Then Aids steps in the door

And you know he's going to die

So you love him more and more He suffers, you try and try

But love is not a cure

For a disease of this kind

And love can't reassure The lover left behind

And when he dies, shit, you're sad

Your body yearns for his touch

But despite the times you've had Against death, love can't do much

And then his family appears

They never really accepted you

They scorn your bitter tears And your love for him too

So you end up all alone

Like a poor widowed wife

Whose husband's shroud is sewn And struggles on with her life

But at thirty this isn't what you seek

You just can't keep on mourning

And taking flowers every week To his grave on Sunday morning

And so you fall in love again

You believe in love and life

But they give you joy and then They only ever lead to strife

Sorrow, mourning and rage

Take you to the depths of despair

You struggle at every stage

For better days to share

Yet you live with the grief

Of all these friends and lovers

Living lives so brief And so mourned by others

Our shining dreams are rust

The ghosts around us prove it

When a faggot bites the dust No one really gives a shit

- Sorry, I brought you down. - No, it was my fault.

- It's horrible. What can we do? - Nothing.

Apart from fight. I joined Act-Up 4 years ago.

I've seen them on TV.

You should see us for real.

Come to the march next Saturday.

Sure. I'll try to.

You won't find time...

I'm sorry, the driver's so clumsy!

It was my pleasure.

I'll call you, Olivier.

You were in a hurry.

An urgent appointment? Am I prying?

No, I'm always in a hurry. God knows why.

I'm free all day today.

You're not busy?

I am now.

What?

You're going to offer me a drink...

You should buy me one to apologize.

Haven't I just done that?

I'm running late now.

You were in a hurry.

I have Sunday lunch with my parents.

You'll get told off because of me.

- Don't keep them waiting. - Okay, I'm going.

Well... See you around...

Bye.

Sorry, I just realized I can't call you.

- Got a pen? - I'll remember.

Okay, 42293099...

See you...

- What a life you lead. - Don't start, I'm tired.

That's what worries me. You wear yourself out

...and you don't seem happy. - I am happy, mom.

No steady boyfriend...

It's not that easy to find someone, you know.

I try but I can't find anyone.

Look at your sister.

And us.

Sophie and you are exceptions.

Love at first sight isn't for me. I can live with that.

You have to want love to find it.

Are you really looking for it?

At least go to bed earlier.

- Shit, give me a break! - Jeanne!

We never taught you to swear.

True, but I left a while ago.

Be nice to your mother.

I am being nice. Try to be more selfish.

Treat yourselves. Go on a trip.

Visit friends in the country.

We don't want to. We're fine here.

Okay, if I keep out of your lives, keep out of mine.

- Are you never on time? - I can't help it...

- I want to dance. - I wanted to talk...

- Let's go for a drink. - No, they're waiting.

Cool it, we've got all night.

Good evening...

- You look gorgeous. - Thanks.

This is Nathalie...

Jeanne... Jean-Baptiste. Sit down.

What'll you have?

Same as you.

Champagne.

Another bottle!

- How's the training course? - Almost over.

- Any good? - I've learnt a lot.

Management isn't easy.

Will it lead to a job?

Not with them.

But they've given me a few leads.

Finding work's tough.

Right, we're not in the 80s now.

I mean, we deserve decent pay.

We were at business school!

Do you have to?

Sorry, we're boring you.

Try to understand, it's a big worry.

Maybe but we're here for fun.

Coming to Cabourg at Whitsun?

You bet, as usual.

And Jeanne too?

I can't, it's my birthday.

We'll throw a party for you.

It's my sister's too.

Your twin?

My older sister. And my mother's too.

All three the same week.

We celebrate and...

Too bad. We walk, go out riding...

Some other time.

Thanks but I don't like horses. They scare me.

- I won't have time. - You work a lot?

Too much.

Doing what?

- I answer... - She works with me.

Want to dance a tango?

There's something not quite right

I wonder what it can be

Something in the air tonight

This isn't right for me

Maybe I'm in the wrong place

Dancing with the bourgeoisie

We're not of the same race

This isn't right for me Now as we dance the tango

He holds me so tightly

And, maybe, you never know He might want to marry me

Maybe

Now what am I to do?

I'm just an employee

His love may well be true

But this isn't right for me

Maybe I'm mistaken

Perhaps he doesn't love me

Should I wait to be forsaken?

Should I run, should I flee?

Now as we dance the tango And he holds me so tightly

How come I don't know If he truly loves me?

How can that be?

So I have the feeling

As he dances close to me

That for him I'm nothing

Just a girl who's free

I know it's not right

Sleeping with a guy's no key

For nothing here tonight

Will make me join the bourgeoisie

Yes, now I know why

He doesn't love me, not he

For my perfect guy

Would never bring me here, you see

Yes, now I know why

I don't love him, not me

For my perfect guy

Would never come here, you see

Come on, we're leaving.

It'll take three days to mend.

The bosses don't care. They never use that washroom.

Theirs is perfect.

The selfishness of the modern world!

What can we do?

In the meantime...

Any trouble, call me

and I'll pop in.

Okay? Bye then.

- Enjoy your weekend. - See you soon, I'm afraid.

Is Julien still crazy about his car?

Yes but it makes a weird noise.

That's bad for a new car.

- It's under guarantee. - I always forget.

New things are like new lovers.

If they break down, you take them back

...and replace them. - Silly...

Duck with Chinese five spice.

It's true.

Chicken with cashews.

When old lovers break down it's no end of trouble.

- But new ones... - New ones too...

You're so happy. A new lover?

I'll have to tell you.

Both trays.

Any drinks?

Beer?

Two Tsing-Tao beers.

58 francs as usual?

Well? Tell me.

I've just met the perfect guy

When I saw him in front of me

I felt Cupid's arrow from the sky

And love handed me the key

Where did you meet him, please?

On the subway, I thought I'd die

I fell and landed on his knees

I felt so dumb, I don't know why

And yet I also felt at ease

His first words, I cannot lie,

Were coarse, common and gross

Then I caught the look in his eye

And my heart melted to be so close

He smiled, said some sweet things

I couldn't resist his voice

His deep brown eyes gave me wings

I fell for him, I had no choice

What's he like?

I can't lie He's perfect, I wanted him

His looks just made me sigh And now my heart's out on a limb

Jeanne, again! You never say die

It's love that decides, not me

All these lovers, how d'you get by?

Right now, I only have three

But this one with this gentle look

Has a smile as sweet as any child

He's really got me on the hook With him, I just go wild

- How about sex? - A real high

Ardent, violent, an incredible guy

He made me scream and sigh If this isn't love I want to die

Our longing was so great We did it on the subway train

On the train? You couldn't wait?

It was fun, I'd do it again

Jeanne, this guy sounds sly

Not at all, when he's with me

In my arms, he seems so shy

As if he really needed me

So here's to the perfect guy

And the love I feel for him

Aids! End the epidemic, no more tricks!

- I'm leaving. - Already?

It's a great march. It's important.

- I know... - You're too much.

You turn up for once then vanish.

You're not like a campaigner, or a friend.

It's important...

- More important than this? - I'm meeting a girl.

- You should have brought her. - It's complicated...

Run, rabbit!

- We'll have dinner sometime. - Sure...

- I'll call you. - I'll be waiting, like Penelope.

Aids is war, Act-Up says no more!

- What's all this? - The march I told you about.

Act-Up's out on the streets.

You're right. I'm with you, it can't go on.

- Can I cross? - The riot cops'll stop you.

Shit, I'm late! See you.

See you!

Your place or mine?

- Been waiting long? - You're here now, it's okay.

- Have a good week? - Work as usual.

- Not too tough? - Can't complain.

As long as I get weekends and evenings off.

You're so cheerful.

- Is that wrong? - No, it's just rare.

I've been thinking of you. That kept me busy.

Same here.

So what's the conclusion?

Nothing, I like it.

- I'm glad I met you. - Thank you. So am I.

What did you do?

I didn't feel too good so I stayed at home.

- I went to the march today though. - That's funny.

- Not really. - I didn't mean that.

It's a coincidence.

Never mind...

You go to those marches?

Sometimes. I feel concerned.

Why? Got HIV-positive friends?

I'm HIV-positive.

That's okay, we used a condom.

- That's a new one. - Sorry, I didn't mean...

When the doctor told me I had

This disease, I thought: I'm dead

I didn't believe it at first

I ignored the voice that said: "Tomorrow, you'll be dead"

I hated the world around me

People acted as if I was dead

Then I got over it and thought:

"Okay, I'm going to die But I'm not yet dead"

You won't die. I love you.

- Love never saved anyone. - I believe it can!

- I don't. - Don't be so hard.

It's not me, it's my disease.

Go on, kiss me.

- Have you known long? - Six years, I'd say

I did drugs And used a bad needle one day

D'you know who contaminated you?

Don't ask that, no one's to blame

No one set out With contamination as his aim

The ones to blame, I know why

Are those who turn away And let junkies die

I blame the government I blame the jails

When a junkie croaks No one weeps and wails

When you use drugs You fear the cops

You're a hunted animal And it never stops

I stayed in my room Locked behind my door

I lost my friends I was a man no more

Then I started living again

I have no time before life fades For now I know

That I'll die of Aids

- You had a worried look. - A bad dream, I guess.

- With me here? - You can't control your dreams.

- I've made breakfast. Hungry? - Yes.

Don't move.

We're going to stay in bed all day

No one needs us out there

We can manage without them They don't exist

They don't and we don't care

I want to kiss you a thousand times

And then a thousand more

I want to lose myself In your arms

Making love for ever more

We'll share a thousand kisses

Kisses great and small

Even the bitterest man on earth

Could never count them all

Sunday

What a glorious day

For once you're not in a hurry, I guess

Please send some bread my way

You want me to butter it? Yes?

Some jam made from plums?

Or honey, if you prefer?

I'd rather have it as it comes

Pass me the sugar, it's too bitter

Listen to the sounds of the street

The hubbub, the stress below

Forget all that today, my sweet

We're here together, you know

It's nice to listen to the sound

Of cars honking outside

When there's no one else around

And I'm here with you at my side

You've lovely skin without a doubt

I love your tender touch

- All day long to laze about - Idling, not doing too much

We'll share a thousand kisses

Kisses great and small

Even the bitterest man on earth

Could never count them all

I don't believe it.

- You're never on time. - My life's complicated.

- It's Sunday. What can we do? - Let's go up to the Sacr�-Coeur.

They sell fun stuff there.

- Not the Sacr�-Coeur! - Don't start. I have no choice.

This black guy sells jewellery there.

Perfect for my sister.

- Maybe for your mom too? - It wouldn't suit her.

- Why? - My parents are old.

They're both almost 60.

- Did they meet late? - No, they were very young.

They got married right away.

They were too happy to have kids?

No, it's a sad story.

My brother and sister died in a car crash.

Grandad was driving.

- Shit, I'm sorry. - I never knew them.

My parents lived alone for ten unhappy years.

Then mom decided she wanted kids.

The three of us arrived later.

- Wasn't it tough? - No, we were happy.

They were so glad, they really pampered us.

- Spoiled me, hasn't it? - Not that much.

That's why birthdays are so important.

- D'you love your parents? - Of course.

They hassle me to get married

but that's normal, huh?

Mom wants grandchildren.

My sister's not ready and I'm too young, huh?

Of course.

Olivier, what is it?

A weak spell.

What? Does it happen often?

Only when I skip lunch.

That's my fault.

No, it's okay.

- I was scared, I thought... - What did you think?

- Nothing, I don't know... - That I was going to drop dead?

- Don't say that! - I'm sorry.

I don't like talking about it, not with you.

Let's not worry. I'm fine. I'm just HIV-positive.

There's no need to worry. Okay?

Let's change the subject.

Good idea...

- Shall we go? - Let's eat first.

Good, isn't it? Really tasty.

A photo?

- Come on, you're cute. - I hate photos...

You can't refuse her.

- You can't refuse. - If you insist.

He can't!

There you go.

I like it.

- Don't let people see it. - I'll keep it for myself.

Hi!

Hello, sweetheart.

Roast lamb...

You're here, dear.

- With your sister? - No, by train.

I'll go and change.

You're here.

I didn't hear you. Are you hiding?

I was getting ready. Alone.

- I'm disturbing you. - No, I'm glad to see you.

Sit down. Tell me about life in the army.

It'll bore you, believe me.

- What about you? - I kind of like it.

I'm re-enlisting.

That's an odd idea.

I can't find a job. Besides, I like it.

I'm not saying you're wrong...

But I don't understand.

I like sport, I like marching

I like nights out with my pals

Being in a bar, a glass in my hand

That's the life for me

Still, it's an odd life

You can't see why I belong Never thinking all the day

Following the guys, marching along

Obeying without delay

It's a good life No stress or strife

It shows you the way To go from day to day

Never worry

It's all done for you

You obey And even give orders too

You're weird, brother dear

I'm not bothered, is that clear?

That's how I am but I don't care

I never liked school, I think

I don't like work, I love fresh air

I like a laugh and a good drink

The army changes a guy but this is crazy!

We're waiting for you.

I was just getting ready.

I've been busy all day.

- Brought your boyfriend? - No, it's too soon.

- But I will, I promise. - Mom was hoping...

Are we eating?

- R�mi's re-enlisting. - That's his problem.

Yes but I mean...

Just one more.

It's delicious.

There, a lovely slice.

- R�mi first... - Rare, please.

I'll have that thick one.

- What about Jeanne? - I'll wait for dessert.

A kiss first...

This one's for Jeanne, this one for Sophie

and this for mom.

Present time!

- Hurry up! - Wait for me!

Sit down!

- What is it? - A film.

Okay...

A Streetcar Named Desire?

It's too hard.

Some Like It Hot?

- Not that. - Backside...

Legs...

- Thigh... - Legs Diamond!

Legs Diamond, is that it?

Another one...

Is something wrong between you?

No, it's me. She's perfect.

She's pretty, intelligent, funny,

and she likes me.

So what more do you want?

What more? 10 years, 20... I want a life!

I want time to love and be happy!

Why bother loving if it leads to death?

I ought to end it before it's too late.

Someone will always suffer whatever you do.

I know, we can't avoid it.

- But I'd rather limit the damage. - Thanks a lot!

I just don't want others to suffer.

I wish I didn't care. I'd have good time and split.

But I can't do that.

When I'm with her, time stands still.

I'm hooked, see.

Don't freak out about it.

Maybe she's not so mad about you. Maybe she'll leave.

You're the one who's ill. What do you care about others?

- Especially some girl you just met. - Right, she's a girl...

- You goddam faggot! - You're talking sense at last.

Let's go and get smashed.

It'll help.

A gay bar, okay? I can't take straight ones.

I'm putting you to bed.

- May I help you? - Yes.

- What are you looking for? - A novel.

We have quite a few. Can you be more specific?

- Who's it for? Your girl? - I suppose.

- What does she like? - Romantic stuff, I guess.

Sure, don't we all?

Not this one... It's a best-seller but it's no good.

If she likes it, she doesn't deserve you.

- She doesn't like that writer. - Very well...

There's Duras but she's probably read them all.

I don't know. Maybe it's a bit too...

- It's for her birthday. - Right, too intellectual.

Something less high-brow...

I live here among all these books

I sell to all and sundry

To handsome guys with good looks

To women blond and sultry

Men come in for romance

Women go for the weepy style

And kids, with just one glance

Find tales set on a magic isle

I sell fiction, I sell dreams

True-life tales, best-sellers

Even guides to get-rich schemes

Long novels and novellas

Lovers come to me to find

Books for their own lovers

Book of the romantic kind

To show there are no others

I live here among these books

I share them all around

They pass as easy as looks

Spreading love unbound

People know the books they've found

Will spread love all around

What about this one here?

It's not her style, see

Why not this one here?

It's set across the sea

- Do you know it? - Of course I do!

- Will she like it? - I'm sure she will

One look at you and I knew

This'll give her such a thrill

How can you be so sure?

Because your smile's so pure

Will you take it then?

Where've you been?

I was away.

Too bad, there was this really wild rave.

I wouldn't have come anyway.

What's up?

I didn't want to see you.

It's for you.

It's important. Sir�ne Express.

- Wait there. - Where could I go?

I'm putting you through.

Want to go dancing next weekend?

With Richard and Nathalie? No thanks!

Some other time.

We'll see a movie or a play.

We can go to the sea too.

How about the Basque Coast?

A weekend package.

- It's summer there already. - I'm too busy.

- Something simpler... - No, forget it.

I'm not going out with you.

You want to dump me?

Hold the line, please.

Come on, let's talk.

You'll get me fired!

I'll vouch for you.

No, this isn't Radio Nostalgie.

Sorry, I don't know their number.

You're hurting me!

- Let me answer. - They can wait, I can't.

My contract ends soon.

- So? Good riddance. - It can't end like this.

Cut it out! What are you doing?

Cut it out! Let me go!

We can be alone here.

Are you out of your mind?

You bastard! Stop or I'll scream!

I'm sorry.

Tidy yourself up, you're a mess.

Mr Martin?

- Not Mr Frost? - It's not your name.

I liked it.

We were checking.

- And? - Clogged again.

I called in on my way home.

I'll sort it out.

It needs a major overhaul.

We'll call you. Thanks.

Have a good evening.

You too, Mr Frost.

What do they do in here To clog it every day?

What's down there? What's in the way?

Something's in the spout I should mend it now

Too bad

The day's over anyhow

Plumber, do your job

Plumber, ply your trade

Why should I care If it's clogged, see?

It's a lucky break It means more work for me

If I weren't here lt'd go on and on

Without me, They'd never use the john

Plumber, what a great job

Plumber

What a great trade

Are you okay?

It's just a cold.

I'll get some cough medicine.

I always take this.

Forget it, I take enough medicine.

Herb tea and honey then.

- I hate herb tea. - It would do you good.

I have to go.

You could stay in bed.

Have your tea and you'll feel better.

Take care, okay.

Excuse me...

- Olivier Lagrange, please. - Room 19-20.

- Can I see him? - Yes, he's awake.

- He'll be pleased to have a visit. - Yes, I know.

- Okay? - Yes.

Thanks for coming.

You call, here I am.

I'm just checking on you. Don't let me tire you.

A good campaigner's just what I need.

Okay?

Act-Up, you mean?

The same as usual.

How's the book going?

- What's it about? - It's my thesis. I've finished.

I defend it next month.

- You must be pleased. - Yes, I'm very happy.

You should be. And proud.

- What's it on? Remind me. - Activism.

I stick with what I know, see.

I write about my own acts, other people's acts.

That's good.

What will it get you?

Nothing...

Maybe a university job.

That's good for you. Good work, good pay.

Cute young students...

Stupid...

It'll be a great life.

Sorry, I have black-outs.

I'm glad you came.

I don't feel too good.

- I can't stand the medication. - It helps though.

I'm always tired. Nothing works anymore.

Maybe a new therapy will.

- Maybe I don't want to fight. - Olivier, come on...

I don't want to stay here.

I'm afraid.

- Fancy meeting you here. - I come here often.

- A second home but no fun. - I can imagine.

Sorry, a friend's in a bad way.

He's had enough, he wants to give up.

- What about you? - I'm fine!

No, why're you here?

I'm visiting a friend.

Nothing serious?

- Something going on? - You're too curious!

I won't keep you. You're late.

Give him my love.

Sure!

Jealous too...

I woke you.

No, I wasn't asleep. I was thinking.

- Flowers... That's sweet. - I've brought fruit too.

- How was your day? - Just work, nothing much.

Nothing much has happened since I met you.

- I mean nothing equivalent. - Jeanne...

And you? Do you feel better?

Yes, don't worry. I'll be okay.

When you get out, I'll look after you.

I'd rather you didn't come tomorrow.

- Fine but why? - Because my parents are coming.

You don't want me to meet them?

It's not that.

This isn't the best place for an introduction.

I'd rather be alone with them.

- D'you mind? You do understand? - It's a bit stupid but...

You can always call me.

I couldn't go a day without calling.

Surely I can say I love you, that I'm fond of you...

I've had a lot of lovers, you know

So many guys in my life

I've fallen in love so often

But I loved with passion though

I was seeking an ideal

From heart to heart, bed to bed

I was always so delighted

I loved, it was so real

I loved them

I loved holding them too

I loved them

But I never loved them like you

But I was always disappointed

I never found Mr Right

And in their arms at night

I could see no point to it

As I searched for my ideal

Between nights of love and gloomy days

I found men set in their ways

And others so boringly real

Yet I loved

I loved their bodies next to mine

Still I loved

I hoped, waiting for a sign

One day you appeared out of the blue

That morning on the subway car

I saw the beauty of what you are

And I offered up my heart to you

Your touch was like a fantasy

My body melted into yours

This time I knew the cause

I'm here to share your destiny

You loved me

And you held me tight

I loved you

I need you every single night

I've found you

In your arms, our love grew

I loved you

And I'll love no one but you

What are you telling me?

The story of our love...

Why are you telling me?

I needed to say it

It's going to change, you'll see

But will you forgive me?

Forgive you for what?

For not loving you enough For not ending all that stuff

There were others too Who held me just like you

- It doesn't matter... - I let others kiss me

Just as you had done Forgive me

Hold me tight now

Olivier, I can't live without you Forgive me

It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter anymore

So what? You saw a guy in a bad way?

- You couldn't find the right words? - No.

There I was, helpless, incapable, pathetic...

forced to be pathetic.

I don't know why he wanted to see me.

He must have closer friends.

- Act-Up makes you a specialist. - Specialist, my ass!

I don't specialize in the dying!

- Accept it. - I went there, didn't I?

But others do "counselling" better than me.

Why did he want to talk to me? I was pathetic.

- Perhaps he's in love with you. - A dying guy, thanks...

He's straight, he's got a girl.

I think so. He told me all about her.

He wanted to split up so she wouldn't see him ill.

- It scared him. - Understandable...

I wonder... Maybe he has left her.

I never thought to ask him.

I was paralysed.

I never mentioned her. I'm pathetic!

You're a perfect guy. And I love you.

What d'you want?

- Have dinner with me. - Piss off.

- I want to apologize. - It's too late, you jerk.

- Why so aggressive? - Just get off my back!

Don't you get it?

- Is there someone else? - People are watching!

- That bothers you? - I'm in a hurry.

- I've a right to know. - Okay, fine.

Yes, I love another guy.

But he's not why I left you.

You weren't the only one. Okay, I loved you

but it's over. I'm not sleeping with you.

Asshole!

NO ADMITTANCE STERILE ENVIRONMENT

- Why all the precautions? - Against infection.

- What? Olivier's fine. - He left yesterday.

I called three times yesterday, he never said!

That's all I know.

- Where did he go? - Ask admissions or my colleague.

She's on duty at 9:00 p.m.

Why wasn't I told?

Sorry, I'm busy. We have a lot of patients...

- Can I ask you something? - Go ahead.

I had a close friend here.

He's left and I want to know where he is.

We don't always know where the patients go.

Couldn't the nurse tell you?

- She wasn't on duty when he left. - I'll just check.

He was discharged. I don't know where he went.

Excuse me...

- Where's the maternity wing? - First on your left.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Can I have his parents' address? - I'm afraid not.

Why not?

I can't give out that kind of information.

If he didn't tell you

...he had his reasons. - No way!

We're in love. I must find him.

Don't insist, I can't tell you.

Excuse me... What time's that nurse on duty?

- 9:00 p.m. - Okay, I'll wait.

- She won't be able to help. - I'll wait. Where else can I look?

You can wait over there.

You wanted to see me?

- Tell me where he is. - His parents took him.

- His parents? - Yes, he wanted home nursing.

- So you know where he is. - At his parents'.

- Where do they live? - I don't know.

He must have said.

If he's your friend, you should know.

But I don't. You can't leave me like this.

What can I do? If he didn't tell you, he had his reasons.

He had no reason. I don't get it.

You must realize... He's very ill.

Many patients return home at that stage in the disease.

If he's very ill, he needs me. We love each other.

He'll be in touch.

- Go home, he'll call you. - You're right.

Love him well, he deserves it. He needs it.

Give him our best wishes.

Go on home. Be brave.

Get it the right way up...

Don't you like it like that?

Come on, move it...

It's you!

I can't be content with only the nights anymore

I don't want to be yours only at night anymore

I spend my days outside your door

I want to be with you

Jeanne, after dawn has replaced the night

Jeanne, I love you, I feel your might

Jeanne, I love you still

I want to see you For I suffer

In the day without you I want to share

That time with you too

I want to be with you by day Will you please let me stay?

Let me fall asleep at sunrise My head resting on your thighs

I want your Sundays too Not just nights alone with you

I want midday, I want dawn And every night until morn

Jeanne, I need it all

Not only when you call It's not the way

Jeanne, I want you night and day

Jeanne, I love you

You can give me so much joy Jeanne, by day too

A heart beats in this boy

I never promised you anything.

What are you doing here?

- Have you come to join Act-Up? - Why not...

I need to ask a favour.

That friend in hospital...

He has Aids and I must find him...

I don't get it.

The hospital won't give me his parents' address.

- They can't. - Maybe you could convince them.

- Not if you can't. - Act-Up can help...

- What d'you mean? - We could hold a march.

You must be kidding!

- Who is he? Do I know him? - I doubt it.

- Maybe he's in your files. - Hold on...

This isn't the CIA!

- You won't help? - Maybe he just wants some peace.

Just respect his decision.

Thanks for the lecture!

You're like the hospital!

What use is Act-Up if you can't help people?

Thanks a lot!

- Who's that maniac? - Some girl I know...

OBITUARIES

Okay?

Yes, no bad news today.

So it's time for good news?

Yes, bring me breakfast while I wait.

- Coming up. - Thanks.

Health: Excellent for Gemini.

Money: Try to spend less.

Love: What's going on?

Why is your love life so uneventful?

Cheer up, spring's here.

You're sheer bliss, pretty miss

Yes, but I'm running late

I'm afraid I can't wait

Don't run off so fast

Try to make the moment last

- Can I have more than one glance? - Yes, you stand a chance

I come this way Every single day

- It's you I often see - Are you after me?

- You're angry? - Not at all

See you tomorrow

- Why didn't you answer? - I didn't hear you.

What's wrong? Why didn't you answer?

I have to go.

I have to go home to change, I'll be late.

I'm rubbing off on you.

- Sure you don't want to come? - I'm sure.

You're right, it'll be tedious.

I don't know anyone there. I want to be alone tonight.

- That's not nice... - See you tomorrow.

See you...

What's wrong?

Come in.

- We could have done dinner. - It's okay, I can't stay.

Julien...

It's Jeanne.

- I'm disturbing you. - Not at all.

- You were watching TV. - It's only a video.

- What was it? - What's it called?

- A Weekend in San Sebastien. - I read the book.

- Don't tell us the end. - I'm not that mean.

- Want a drink? - Please.

Julien, can you do us a little pick-me-up?

He's crazy about cocktails.

- A super-duper-double-whammy? - Perfect.

Take your time

so we can talk.

Throwing me out?

Go on...

Get in the kitchen.

What's wrong?

Still thinking of him?

He left ages ago...

He's forgotten me?

I didn't say that... He's keeping his distance.

That's his decision, I know.

I've done everything to find him. I know I shouldn't have.

But he had no right to make me suffer like this.

I need to see him, Sophie, to talk to him, to touch him.

We were so happy together.

I can't forget him.

No one's asking you to forget him. Be patient.

Perhaps he'll come back.

No, he won't come back.

Can I come back?

She should've let you stay.

Look at those!

Classy, huh?

- How do you make them? - He's got this great shaker.

You two are crazy. More new stuff!

How do you manage?

- What's it all for? - Cocktails.

Here I am.

In this world today Consuming is so easy

Spend and spend away Buy everything you see

Borrow from banks

They lend with thanks

- TV and video-recorder... - On credit

Fridge

- Washer, camcorder... - On credit

- Microwave oven - Clothes drier

- Food steamer - And the cocktail shaker

On credit!

You're really with it, on credit

The couch and bed

- The kitchen - The jacuzzi

- Holidays in Nepal - On credit!

You're really with it, on credit

Life's grand, on the credit plan

You're really with it, on credit

Life's grand, on the credit plan

Yes, my love

My love!

- I'm sorry. - Just watch out.

Don't get on when the buzzer sounds.

She could have hurt me. I have a hernia.

- Young people don't care. - I'm sorry...

Apologizing won't make it better.

Think before you act.

I know you. You were on the subway with Olivier Lagrange.

I landed on top of him.

I was often with Olivier.

Where can I find him? I've been looking for him.

You can keep looking.

You haven't heard? He died yesterday.

Would you please stand...

It's no use staying. We don't know anyone.

Let's go.

I don't know if he was right.

- About what? - Vanishing like that.

Then coming back dead. Pride, perhaps.

To hell with it...

English subtitles: Lan Burley

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