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The Awakened of the Pont de l'Alma

My God. I've slept badly.

My God.

I've slept badly.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

The Seine.

Me too.

You have nice eyes.

My son will have your eyes.

In that case...

In that case?

Hadn't we'd better get married?

It only follows.

I'm happy to hear you say it.

That's surprising.

I think that it's going to be rather shocking.

It's a shame our place isn't like yours.

Kiss me.

No.

We're being watched.

So what?

Married people often do such things.

Sir, do you have a light?

Such horrors.

I seem to have gone and asked you for something that is too easily had.

I was just about to fall asleep and now you've woken me up.

Sorry, but in fact I would like to speak to you.

Not today.

Why?

Too much to do.

When could I see you again?

In seven months.

Here's to our son.

He's here.

You feel him?

No. You couldn't feel him yet.

He doesn't think so.

You won't believe it.

He's moving with exactly the same rhythm as that man's hands.

I love you.

I've got to fly.

I'll be back at 3 p.m.

Good day, Monsieur.

Good Day.

Monsieur. I've been observing you for a long time.

You'd better stop doing that immediately.

I don't like conversing with strangers. I prefer solitude.

If you're looking for somebody whether that would be a homosexual, a barbarian,

or a philosopher, you're wasting your time with me.

Monsieur, I'm not exactly just a stranger.

I've read you with the same ecstasy that gets on my nerves with a certain novel.

- But... - But what?

You're promised to meet me seven months ago.

So?

I'm a boxer, Monsieur:

I want to place myself at your service.

To do what?

To help support to you in the insupportable.

You mean...

Need a light?

It's true that I don't sleep much.

Not much?

Barely sleep at all...

even less than myself?

- You, too? - Mmhmm.

And how.

You like taking long walks at night.

I adore that.

Nothing better.

After all,

the most beautiful whores only come out at night.

Oh? You like women?

Mmmm... that's my downfall.

I've had bad luck with women.

They'll play along a little and then, everything's over.

Women only like to make love and little else.

They're animals, they can't help it.

You've gone out.

Speaking of making babies,

look down there at that woman.

I have had the privllege of seeing that woman laugh. It was marvelous.

Don't talk of morals, don't talk of humanity...

With symptoms like those, that woman's pregnant.

Pregnant? Despicable!

Hold on. You're crazy. Stop!

- Where are you going? - Sleep!

Excuse me but do you intend to rape here?

I feel an obligation to intervene.

That's it.

Again.

What are you waiting for?

- Me -- - Come here.

Never, I told you.

Oh yes.

She's sweet.

She doesn't seem outraged.

She's having sweet dreams.

My God. What are we doing?

I don't recognize myself.

I'm starting to get excited.

It was bound to happen.

But it's unthinkable.... me, rape a pregnant woman?

It's odd what I'm about to do.

I'll make a sort of double for myself.

Enough! Start raping and get off the double!

Just a second!

Hurry up, pine nut!

It's not easy. There all kinds of little manipulations that are too obvious.

Are you done?

I never believed I'd again be capable of intimacy with anyone never mind a woman.

Well?

That foreigner, she sure got a good whiff of me.

Let's go have a coffee.

So you want to talk?

He'll talk, no matter when or to whom.

People let themselves to talk very quickly. I think it's a shame.

So here we are in some kind of struggle.

Good. That's given you some heart.

Do you like theory?

I adore it.

Having searched far and wide for the causes of your transformations.

What would those be?

I believe I've found

the point of departure for all of these theories:

I propose that getting lit causes sleep disturbances.

That's an old one.

You're a bad apple, you.

So I've been told.

A rascal.

Well...

Yes, in general.

Look here.

This hand, for example.

This hand...

Who is making this hand move if it isn't me?

Me?

Yeah?

Take it.

Yes, in fact or yes, maybe.

But maybe not.

Anyway, not me.

So according to you, we're driven by hidden forces.

While we share the bodily mass of a kind,

each mass is an independent system.

And within the interior of this system,

everything is mixed up.

I'm ready to share my system with you.

So it is very possible that my hand should compose part of your body.

If only...

in the left knee.

Are you going to leave?

Right on schedule.

It could also be that both belong to someone else.

Who else?

Go ahead and leave. They are making all of our decisions.

That's frightening.

Yes.

And this theory is a joke to you?

Forced to reexamine the dimensions of this theory, I'm plunged into the depths

of function theory.

And that is what you've uncovered

about the motives of our respective insomnias?

It's something like that.

Other stakes, they'll find out.

I believe in your bodily system theory

more than that mysticism of my daydreams.

Not if you are not better.

You persist in remember.

I'll need to wash my hair.

I was only showing off certain reservations.

What is it?

Have I said something to upset you?

Hold on.

- You're pale. - Indeed.

It's begun: the merger.

Yes. It has begun.

It's odd...

but everyone...

everyone is taking orders fromf a fetus.

Yes...

just a fetus.

Don't you need to cry about your son?

I don't need to any more.

He is being much nicer now.

He's almost not crying at all.

Much better.

Sleepy?

No.

I'm closing my eyes....

that's all.

See you soon.

- You again? - That's right.

How onerous, these duties.

Your conversation enchants me.

But I do mean completely.

Can I ask you a question?

Personal?

Not really.

Go ahead.

Over the months, I've watched you

Often during the day over the past month,

You often return while it is spitting.

I'm waiting.

Waiting for what?

A barge.

A lighter in particular?

Yes.

And what in particular about this lighter?

A kid.

A kid?

What kid?

I think he should be..

He looks like a double of myself.

It's a long story.

Spit it out, this sweet story.

On this barge,

there is... a child.

who has been beaten without mercy.

And?

That's all.

I'm crushed.

Feel that. It's getting nice.

The light is peeking through the clouds.

It's all coming together beautifuly.

Have a look over there at that woman with a suitcase.

But I know that woman very well.

You do, too.

My God, is it true?

What is she doing here, this time?

She's going to commit suicide due to the shock of the rape.

What you're waiting for....

She's waiting for your lighter, perhaps.

Did I tell you that she's here due to some marvelous coincidence?

Thanks.,

but I can't see what you're getting at?

You'd like to go to sleep, wouldn't you?

I tried but failed.

I've seen you.

Let me try again.

I'm begging you. Let me.

I really want to...

except...

oh, I don't know.

Except what? Shit!

Do you believe it's possible to sleep

here?

Absolutely.

A drink...

Drinking in my room made me lose sleep.

All right,

except if I understand you right,

Go to sleep. Shut your eyes.

I wouldn't want to fall asleep before the little woman blows off.

Her, blow off?

My eye!

All right then.

Go ahead.

Sleep!

Are you asleep?

Oh yes.

It's wonderful.

Good.

My turn now.

Say "sleep" for me.

I meant to say sleep!

Say "sleep" for me... shit!

You've woken me up.

She's blown off.

Yes, it's true damn it.

She's coming back to see us, I hope.

That's the way it goes.

Every time I sleep, even for a minute, something essential is lost.

Nothing but a blink of sleep!

Oh how hard I've tried.

No kidding?

I have a method.

What method is that?

Antoine, we're plunged

into such delirium since the naval battle.

Thanks to Oedipus,

in the midst of sleep, all anyone yearns for is

the sleep to come.

Yes, only for that.

While you sleep, a lot happens.

I maintain that when you fall asleep,

something essential is lost.

What can you drink while asleep?

A bit more than you can eat.

They never eat.

Oh no?

Is that right, Malraux?

Voltaire?

Say yes, my love.

The awakened don't eat, they dream destruction.

Enough. You're fooling yourself.

What do you mean?

It was a pity, but he had to die, since he'd eaten anothers' pie.

To this rebus,

I respond.

Such amazement, disturbed all brotherhood.

Be careful!

A word uttered in sarcasm is a sin quite mortal.

I would have said it is quite Marcel.

Shit! Shit!

They don't like what you are.

Excuse me?

Surrounded on all sides, I still would not like to observe your habits.

Yeah?

Perhaps I'm being a little naive.

Which goes to say, that the supreme dream

is not to sleep but it is not to sleep without disturbances.

And what disburbs you?

There's no telling...

Sleep!

Sleep!

That's it.

It's flooding over you.

Papa?

Yes.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Why, since you look after the dead, have you shown me only one corpse?

Oh, that.

You haven't answered me.

If you won't talk to me any more,

I'm leaving.

See you soon.

Maybe.

I...

eat...

What is it?

What is it Michel?

What?

Are you done?

Get ready for the day.

This won't do.

See you soon.

Too late.

I'm waiting to get dressed.

I can tell you one strange thing.

It's that..

I adore getting dressed.

I get dressed to protect myself.

But I'm sure that I was almost not dressed.

It's a certainty.

I... I adore getting dressed.

Do you believe me?

Yes.

Well. Very well.

Do you think it may have ecological consequences?

Listen.

Following my examination, I find that you have been injured in a lover's quarrel.

I suspect what I'm about to tell you may come as something of a shock.

In effect, as far as I'm concerned, the circumstances interest us both.

and these coincidences are also compelling.

So... in a few words,

some years ago, my wife had an accident in circumstances similar to yours.

Following this accident,

she killed herself.

And I thought as soon as I saw you that you would tell me the same.

Your accident,

perhaps for both together we could...

intimate an adventure?

Crazy ideas.

Cube, the sphere comes closer.

And then,

wounded,

the sphere refuses the union.

A little communication,

and then nothing.

Oh no!

Don't start that.

Do you find it easy

in general to amuse yourself?

Ah yes. I get it.

I... I discern an old lady here.

Move her.

A little more.

Ah... that's it.

Enjoying that?

Trying to.

Wait.

Don't leave.

Wait for the end.

But...

it's not over yet.

He never waits for the end.

That's what leads to crime...

Nothing will stand, that old saying goes.

I am sure you'll share a lot of interests the two of you.

Me, too.

And what is he waiting for?

Michel?

What is it?

He's not there.

Whenever he feels like avoiding intimacy, he absents himself.

It's hard being deprived of affection.

Yes.

Papa?

Does the trees move when no one's watching?

For a long march?

It's a little funny what you've just said, very, very funny.

Boy?

Alain?

Alain!

Yes?

They're magnificent, all of these clothes.

Is there any dangerous that if I wear it might raise your temperature?

No.

But it's a little big for you, that coat.

No. It's not too big.

This one here is:

the most beautiful.

It's magnificient.

That one's even moreso.

Anne. Anne?

Anne, you're not going to go out like that, are?

Yes. Of course.

But you'll see. With resilience.

I'm going out like this.

Yes.

And Anne?

Anne looking good.

Sleep!

You really want him, this child?

...he wants me.

What do you mean?

I mean that we...

Hold on...

You talk like Violette.

I am Violette.

Do you love me?

I love you.

She's already fallen asleep...

Funny old thing, falling asleep during sexual foreplay.

I love you.

That's not true.

Those who fall asleep during sexual don't love their partners.

Good.

What are you doing at my place?

Don't be a fool , we're at their place.

A lot is coming our way right now.

- It's better this way. - Yes, Marcel.

Good.

Alain. I've seen you. You are very, very sick.

Yes. Very, very sick.

Don't move.

You know I want to kill you , chump!

I don't recognize you at all anymore.

As usual.

Ah, yes.

It's a dream.

Just one?

Clear that up.

Come with me.

You should leave by the window.

Ah no.

no, no.

I've already had this dream.

At least, that's something..

I was having fun while you were dreaming.

Doing what for example?

Making love.

Oh no, Marcel. Not that.

I'd certainly remember such a spectacle.

She's already sleeping.

Go ahead.

She's waiting for you.

See you later.

And the children?

Dream children.

Oh Antoine. You're funny, how funny you are.

I love you more than anyone else.

Me, too. But in a fashion more or less Platonic...

Shit.

That blindman, for example.

He hears us.

But I have never understood him.

Which one? That one up there?

Being a being to be beaten

Hey, Monsieur?

Monsieur

Come here.

Closer.

Come here.

Closer.

Closer!

Much closer!

At your service.

And now...

Sleep!

He's fast asleep.

Since you're asleep...

See!

See what?

Good question.

Because when I look around, I only see blurry shapes.

Tell me.

It's worse than we thought.

Nonetheless...

if I look around with a little more attention,

I can see

a cube

and a sphere.

What a winner.

He's cheating, this blind man.

You are more secret.

And you,

the sphere.

That's no fair, I wanted to be you.

He cheats!

He can't see well at all.

Where have you put she who drinks more than all of us.

Yes.

I see a woman here.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Show her to us.

Here.

What does she want here, this girl?

To sell herself.

But,

obviously, she wants to get married.

That's brilliant.

Woman:

Will you take in wedlock this man

to your right?

Yes, my love.

Will you take in wedlock this man

to your left?

Yes, my love.

And you?

Will you take as a wife

this drowned woman?

Who are you calling drowned?

I see.

Answer, Marcel!

Say yes.

Yes. Shit!

You?

Well, yes. Didn't have I not already indicated that by saying it for Marcel?

I hereby declare you husbands

and wife.

This blindman is beginning to annoy me.

Let me show you the way.

Get lost.

What's the word?

Good evening, Alain.

What's been going on?

We've been having a lot of fun.

Haven't we, Michel?

She's no fun.

Michel,

could you be nicer to Anne?

She's very sensitive.

And I would like you to be my wife,

if you will will accept.

Anne? Do you really believe that this day is going to repeat itself?

Don't lose hope.

Today, you have agreed to speak to me.

Papa.

It's moronic to say you love her.

She doesn't love poets.

I have a little poser who won't stop fidgeting.

Like your poems, poses must be kept up.

Isn't that right, Alain?

I can see again that you're going to be very happy together.

Formidable.

Papa?

I notice that you haven't hugged Anne yet.

That's not very nice of you.

Hang on. That's true.

You'll see.

She'll be very happy.

Anne? I'm waiting for you.

Oh yes. He would like to present some charades tonight.

Instead of this?

Do what you want.

Anyway, you're already doing the same thing, you know?

It's not the same thing at all.

The bridge.

The drowned man.

The two friends.

The scene is the philosopher's engagement.

The blinding of the captain.

The wind.

The blind man takes the hand of the nude dancer.

The burial of remains.

The invalids' treasure.

See you soon,

maybe.

What have I done now?

No matter what you say, he detests it.

poor kid.

I beginning to get exaspirated.

We're tired.

You tired?

That wouldn't be so,

if I weren't too much for us.

It's too late, you know.

No. It's not too late.

It's never too late.

Look.

He left.

For once I can talk??

I love you.

I love you.

Who are you?

What a funny question.

Why?

And you?

Who are you?

Killers have told me who you are.

You are the cube

and also

you are sphere.

I knew it.

I knew it.

Curiosity is stronger than dreams

of which much the same applies to my contemporaries.

I was coming through here by chance.

In that case, Goodbye.

Marcel!

Such a need for contact.

Such absurd affection.

Such adorableness.

Such unusual improvisation.

You always surprise me.

See you later.

I decided to follow up on your experiments, afterwards.

A little behind, huh?

I intend to publish both of them and have sent opinion letters

to the Journal of Freudian Analysis.

The thrust of it is, he wants to analyze us.

Ever do that?

With that woman, yes.

You'll consider it?

- So long. - So long.

See you later, old man.

Know how you can do to be sure you aren't been sleepwalking?

How?

On its way.

A one-a and two-a...

There. That's better.

I'm sure that you will come.

Get something for that, Doctor.

Michel around here?

Marcel.

Are you there?

Yeah.

What does he like?

Football?

I don't like football.

What would you like?

Nothing.

Antoine.

Are you here?

Yes.

At day's bottom.

We'll see about that.

Michel.

Are you here?

It's not me.

It's a friend.

And what's he doing?

He's sad because his mother didn't come to find him after school

and refuses to acknowledge him.

You never would have done that.

It's curtains, poor fool.

I think I'm speaking very well.

Precisely the problem. Less drunk.

Rascal!

So what?

I only tell myself that if you drink, there must be a good reason.

- Is that possible? - Well, sure. Why not?

Can I ask you to breathe in deep for a moment?

And me? Can I?

Doctor,

it must be a pain to have to bury so many women at once.

Well. What's your opinion?

By just a hair's breadth.

Shit. Just a few seconds left.

9

8

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4

3

2

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That went a too far.

I just had the same nightmare.

The drowned woman?

Good morning, Alain.

What's this?

You're here?

Well, I haven't gone out today.

It's true, papa.

She's had her fill.

But we can play together,

don't we, Michel?

Not with me.

My friend won't wait for me forever.

He's very jealous.

It's not said "jealouse," it's said "jaloux."

See you soon. Maybe.

Shit.

Well...

He shouldn't have said that.

My vulnerable little girl.

Allpowerful man.

Anne. I need to speak to you.

Since reflecting on what has occured this morning,

I have thought of a way.

I'll confront him.

Again?

It depends. We'll talk.

But that's the kind of thing you'd say to your wife.

Don't talk to me about that woman.

I hate that poor girl.

He has come, no?

Yes. He's here.

He...

Excuse me.

I beg you pardon, but

you must have some idea if there is a bomb?

I must know everything.

Essential, but...

I could talk for a drink. A drink!

Focus.

Give me that.

I know everything.

First, a few words.

The men of this part of the world reached an agreement that they would

exchange gifts among themselves.

Why would they do that?

Well...

Listen

For thousands of years, men were living in misery and distress.

So then they decided

to find

a s...

savior of wax to

come and

save them.

Why d...

do that?

So

they'd b...

be saved.

So the poem is the good news:

God sent

the comet flying.

Seriously.

You know that Christ came to save us.

And that he came from a virgin.

What is a virgin?

A virgin is a woman

who hasn't had any relations.

What are relations?

Relations consist in being hugged very very hard.

But, it's also

a message signed by a minister.

What is a minister?

A minister is a functionary

who delves into mysteries.

What is a mystery?

A mystery is a little fish.

And this is why

I don't want any more gifts.

Gifts are for the virgin.

Michel...

you're becoming pretentious.

Don't move.

The gift is over there.

It's still safe isn't it?

It's a car.

You believe in revealing everything ever since he broke something?

I don't know.

I'll bore a hole through this...

swoon.

Swoon?

I said "swoon"?

That's what you said.

Curious.

Who are you?

I am your mother.

How do you know?

Because I've had my eyes closed.

Where are you?

I'm dead.

I know that.

My father told me about it.

He told you what?

That you were

up there.

But why "up there," precisely?

He didn't say "up there, precisely."

What did he say?

He said, up there.

But how up there?

Up in orbit, I guess.

No.

I floated.

You see.

That's the same thing.

Yes. I floated in the river.

Like a fish?

I am a fish, sadly.

What do you eat in the water?

I eat...

my likenesses.

Like everybody else?

I'm not like that.

Yes, my love.

You're precisely like that.

Sadly?

Yes.

Tell me about it.

Some other time.

You're abandoning me?

I'm going away.

I hear you.

but I don't have to read you.

Look at me carefully.

Touch.

Blood.

What's this wound?

It's my mouth.

You're can speak with that?

I breathe

through my wounds.

Sadly.

Yes, my love.

That's what you say to my father.

I know a riddle.

Your father sees a little fish.

Your mother

is a mouth.

Your uncles have some dogs.

Who are you?

I know that one.

The answer is:

I barely am.

Now...

look at me.

Touch.

Blood.

Drop.

I hear.

You're here?

Yes.

You're still not ready to talk to me? Fine.

What?

I'm worried.

I mean,

your condition?

And according to you, what is my condition?

You have no close friends.

Yes?

Not yes, wow.

And Pierre, that's wow, too?

My love,

I was very afraid that my son had been...

How should I put it?

Infected?

He's wasting away.

Tonight, it struck me.

You see everything so well

except what's right before your eyes.

What do you mean?

The stone.

Try to be serious for once and tell me everything about this famous Pierre.

I'm going to.

Up there?

The reverse.

You dreamt about undressing her with your eyes.

That was Pierre in my verdict.

What a joke.

Very funny.

Don't you recognized him?

He's your son, my love.

What exactly do you mean?

Disgusted by our love-making...

Is that right?

Yes.

You mean to say that this Pierre...

explain yourself, right now!

Very well.

This morning as I was taking my shower

it happened.

You're delirious.

This Pierre comes from Brazil.

I have an object in my cocktail.

It fell out of my stomach.

Very, very funny.

At least,

she isn't anthropomorphic.

Very funny.

You know why I'm laughing?

Today I contributed to knowledge.

and they say...

They say that explains everything.

You want to know?

Michel.

The time has come for you to go to sleep.

How sad. I can't do it.

And can I find out why you can't?

Because.

Michel, you've going to lie down now.

I can't.

I'm talking with my friend.

Your friend is in the book.

Yes.

Can you see what he's doing?

Singing.

What is he singing about?

Pillage.

Is that you?

Yes. It's me.

Where is my son?

He came to see me, like you.

He's here?

He's always... here.

And what is he doing?

He's sleeping,

like the rest.

Like the rest of the children?

Yes.

My wife is here, too?

Of course.

They noticed. They feel everything.

They're feeling more and more ubiquitous.

Who?

Your two uncles.

And me?

And you....

are the opposite

as usual.

You sleep at your place,

and while slumbering, you betray you wife around here?

And the monsters,

where did they go?

Still here?

He's sleeping.

You think so.

He doesn't sleep any more.

You're happy with everything?

He sees to it that I miss nothing during his absences.

It's getting late.

A shame.

I'll go.

You'll miss me.

All right.

Right now, you must be precise.

You're going to tell me

exactly what the two of them are.

- Was it... - What have I....

No. Try to rember, would you please?

Was it right here?

A turn to the right?

Try to remember, please!

I don't know, I...

You can't recall if it was there or to the left or right or in this place at all?

- Not here? Here? Over there? - The only thing I know...

What do you need to remember? It was either here, there, over here or over there.

Easy enough to know, if you understand a word I've said to you.

Hold on.

I sense it was here.

You know much better,

I had to return for an examination.

Even closing my dead eyes, I have no problems perceiving in particular.

I never knew.

Telling me to kill myself...

and the damage is done.

To be brief,

I'm also seeking to speak to your son.

Your son

disappeared into sleep

of that we can't have any doubts.

That one had eyes, too.

Sit down.

I can be buried,

after you apply this force,

somewhere up there.

You know where.

You're all-wise.

The insomniac acquires

the infinite mass of the dreamer's body

and my Sacre de Coeur.

And in this haze of dreams,

thick like caramel,

the birth of your son.

And two begot him.

Go ahead doctor, before it's too late.

Come in, doctor. Come in.

Do you know about us?

I've been told certain things.

What, for example?

- That. - What a boor!

Sit down, doctor. I'll join you.

I may be a boor,

but I'm not a whore.

Everybody could tell you what he did.

Thus, we're in disagreement about the entire discourse,

both the presuppositions and the philosophical repercussions.

Opens his mouth, and what does he say?

So

there are things to prepare, Marcel, to make yourself honest.

I'm always honest.

Oh yes. You sure have been since my wife has rejected you.

A head to head.

You only have one reason, but you have two.

Just wait for them to appear

to go to see the Doctor.

I think I'll have to use force with this guy.

Thinks he's...

Yes. Better be careful. Isn't he charming?

I am certain of that.

I'm delighted by you, Doctor.

Just before it happened,

I said to Marcel, aren't you taking things a little bit too fast?

In fact, this place is haunted.

But I sense that he needs to be

convinced.

Professor,

I have little time.

I'm looking for my son.

Stay a bit longer and you'll decide you like it around here.

You see, according to Marcel, finding son is nothing but chimerical.

Seeing a chimera is not impossible, the chimera itrself,

that's another thing.

Around here, you have to laugh, Doctor.

Yes, indeed.

His manner is very funny.

Violette.

The beautiful Violette.

I'm scared stiff.

Don't leave!

All for nothing. Nothing, Doctor!

You son has been found. He's already on his way. Just a few minutes.

What's that?

It's necessary to

employ your knowledge,

once and for all.

Isn't that so, Alain?

To know what?

That's she's a whore.

Marcel. One doesn't speak of whores.

That's too obvious.

You see, Doctor,

Concerning people, no one wonders since solipsism exists.

How can he tell the whole that that it isn't solipsistic?

Alain

was my husband.

Wait.

Your husband?

This means she was a family whore.

He was my husband,

but I didn't love him that way.

Now,

I believe

that I love him.

What are these words of yours? She wants to settle accounts.

She goes and tells you now that it's too late.

Do you understand this tragic situation, Marcel?

Even so, Doctor,

that's just what I was doing on the bridge to your wife and hard.

Oh, no. Marcel! Not hard. Not like that.

I remind myself of nothing.

I remember nothing

Talk, Marcel.

It seems I'm being recognized once again.

But I live with myself.

That's dementia talking.

Talk!

Telling me what? To obey that one?

She's given that away.

It's begun.

It's all for the best!

Antoine,

in one verb:

Sleep!

Quick!

Thanks for the hand.

Alain.

I'm here.

Where is my son?

I'm looking for him

like you.

It's more of the same.

He's waiting for you?

Have you told him I was wicked?

Yes.

Have you told him that you are strong-willed?

I read your letters to him and he heard everything.

So he must loathe me.

I adore you.

And yourself?

Come back.

Good morning, papa.

Where are you?

Here,

with mama.

You're dead?

No. You're living.

What's the difference?

Michel, don't twist words.

It's very different being dead.

As a doctor, I'm in a good position to know.

Fine. If that's what you want.

I'm alive.

Where?

Here.

You're here?

Yes.

With your mother?

Yes.

And...

what are you doing together?

Do you still love your mother?

Yes mama.

I'll always loved you.

And you?

Me?

I couldn't do otherwise.

You are my son.

Michel.

Answer me.

You must love your father, too.

I believe that as soon as I wake up

he's going to beat me.

He is both of yours.

I don't like needing this father.

It's like being hidden from only one person.

You know, mama,

I've heard that my fathers are Antoine and Marcel.

Yes.

Make away, I'd ought.

Make away from me?

Go away.

Can I stay with you?

Go away.

I could show my affection before I go.

No.

Why?

Because I've just done my makeup.

I could at least blow you a kiss.

You didn't even get dressed?

No.

Why should I?

I've said I spent all day in bed.

Who goes out any way?

You always stay shut up.

Don't you want to go out?

No.

You're mistaken.

I'm almost never here.

I'm always with them.

And at this moment you're with them?

Yes.

I'm beginning to feel guilty for having eaten those pancakes.

Have you found the disappeared one?

I'm only breathing thanks to this freezing air.

Knock yourself out.

That would please me.

Let's go for something eat after all.

Thus, I ask you what has given you this guilty feeling?

That's why man's heart is seized by sadness.

Do tell.

I'm getting hungry.

Have you woken up yet?

A little.

Since when?

Dreams are full of wounds.

How unfair!

We fall asleep before we've woken up.

I'm certain that, today, the laws of the heart can be determined.

That's fine. I want to have been something before

you go crazy with sleep.

A triumphal arch for the son.

Yes. It should have been Oedipus.

I should.

Sleep!

Oh... no, no, no, no.

Yes.

- No! - Yes. Just this once.

I have taken down your confession.

Let's go and have a nice coffee.

It feels like pretty soon, it's going to snow.

There are other bridges to attend to.

And other children.

Marcel.

Marcel, never forget what I'm about to tell you,

and nevermore will a child be begotten.

But why?

Disappearing the family father will suffice

to render a few hours very nice.

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