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- Come on, time to get up, guys!

Come on, up, up!

We have to leave in 10 minutes.

Come on, let's move.

Come on, let's move. Morning, boss.

Please, it's time to go.

Come on, let's move it a bit.

Come on, let's get going, guys!

I know, it's not easy.

- Hey, my wallet!

Stop!

Come back here!

Hey!

Stop!

I said stop!

Please, stop!

Thank you.

- Don't mention it.

- Excuse me, is there a problem?

- Were you being robbed?

- Yes, and this gentleman got my wallet back.

- Check if anything's missing. - I already checked.

- What do you do for a living? - I'm not working right now.

- Forget it, let's go.

- Goodbye.

- I'm sorry.

No, wait.

(- Thank you.)

- Thank you.

- The other day, I saw her again.

Anna.

I gave her that name because she looks like my mother.

Just as beautiful,

just as magnetic.

I call her Anna because she looks like my mother.

Just as...

Beautiful, just as...

Magnetic.

Radiant.

This woman's resemblance

to my mother might be a coincidence.

But the fact that she works in the apartment where I was born

across the street

is not just a simple coincidence.

Not just a simple coincidence...

- Perfect.

- Is it good?

- Yeah.

- Will you help me?

- Looks completely real!

- Right?

- How are you going to get home?

- What do you mean?

- Well, with what's coming down outside.

- I love it, it's beautiful.

- Shall we go to my place?

- We'll get going.

- No, tonight I'm taking some time for myself.

- Are we ready?

- Let's go.

- I'll walk you back.

- Why?

- It's late.

- So what?

- Well... It's sketchy out.

- I'm old enough to take care of myself.

- Why are you brushing me off lately?

- Because I'm sick of it.

- Of what?

- You always think something's going to happen to me.

- Fine, have it your way.

- Well.

Ah...

See ya.

- Oh, fuck!

- Oh, it's you?

- I knocked.

- Did you forget something?

- Everything's fine.

Except that I'm freezing.

Do you plan on staying?

- If you prefer, I'll leave.

- Otherwise, I can leave.

- Listen, I don't understand, I thought you were waiting for me.

- Go home.

Your wife is waiting for you.

- And the camera?

Why turn it away?

- I knew you were spying on me.

- And that it would make me come.

It's hard seeing you during the day

and at night, to...

To forget you.

- What do you want me to do?

- Believe me.

- Believe what?

- That I love you.

- Pierre...

Listen...

- No, it's the truth.

- You're a strong man.

- I'm a strong man?

So I'm not allowed to love?

You can love

your wife, your child...

(Pierre!)

Do you know how to turn up the heat in here?

See, you are strong.

If you were weak, you wouldn't leave me so easily.

- You like playing with people, huh?

Making me feel guilty.

Is that what you like?

- What I'd like is to warm up a bit.

- It's already on max.

- I'm freezing.

(And Christophe?)

- And Christophe...

(- That's between you and me.)

(Huh?) - Mmh.

- Sorry, I thought you guys had already left.

- I can come back later.

- No, go ahead, no worries.

You okay?

- I'm okay. It's my back again...

It'll be fine.

- I was worried. You took a while. - Not at all.

- I rang ten times.

- I was sleeping,

I came right away.

I didn't sleep a wink because of the rain and the storm.

- What rain?

- It didn't rain last night? - Well, no.

Is that blood?

- I cut myself.

- Let me see.

- It's nothing.

- What do you mean, it's nothing?

Are you boiling your ready-meals again?

- I don't want to die from radiation.

- Cook yourself a real meal! - I don't have time.

- Dying of lung cancer, you don't care?

- Exactly.

- What?

- You've changed.

- How perceptive!

- What is this? - I wanted a baby.

- Who's the father? - I don't know.

- Bravo! - It's sperm donation!

What?

- No, nothing. - It's my choice.

- Not this little guy's.

- Turns out it's a little girl.

What is this?

- What do you mean, what?

- It was in that mess over there.

- You were supposed to pack up, not unpack.

- Oh, come on!

You come every 6 months

and all you do is complain.

- I'm glad to see you too.

I found someone

to help you out.

- No need. I don't want any strangers in my house.

- He won't bother you.

- Who?

- A quiet kid.

You're never going to manage alone in 15 days.

- A quiet kid is suspicious.

- Quiet ones are suspicious,

talkative ones are superficial,

young thieves, old gossips...

- Stop it!

My head is spinning!

Do whatever you want, but get off my back!

- Sorry.

Can we still talk?

- Tissues too? - Yes.

- How are you paying?

- Hey, you.

You stink, don't you come near my room.

OK?

So...

- Hi. - Hi.

- You took your time.

- Yeah, I was sleeping.

- What happened?

- I cut myself.

- Oh yeah...

Still doing your granny's double-boilers?

- I don't want

to kill myself with radiation.

- You'd rather die from an exploding glass?

- It's still better than cancer.

- Have it your way.

- Thanks.

- Wait, give me that.

So you slept there, then?

- The RER train line was cut.

- You left by bike.

- I changed my mind along the way.

- Why? - "Why?"

Because.

- There's a smell, right? It stinks.

- Yeah.

Every time it rains heavily, the next day,

there's a sewage smell.

- I would've said it smells like a dead rat.

- Pierre's going to buy some air freshener.

- Weren't you too cold,

all by yourself?

- What do you mean?

- Well... It gets cold here at night.

- Yes, I get it. But why "all by yourself"?

- Nothing, I don't know.

Were you with someone?

- Have the courage

to just ask directly.

- Did you get cold? That's all.

- Hi.

Hi, Christophe.

- Hi.

- Let's take it again.

- Huh, why?

- There's a noise.

- Always the same noise.

- I don't hear anything.

- I hear it.

- What is it?

- I don't know, it sounds like a...

A woman screaming.

- Yeah.

- Probably the neighbors.

- Point the mic at the walls.

- Come look.

You see the apartment on the 5th floor with the light on?

The one with flower pots on the balcony.

Go up there and knock to see if anyone answers.

- How do I get into the building? - It's open.

- And what do I say?

- Nothing. Just see if someone answers.

- In the building across the street, someone lived alone

and must have been dead for several days.

♪- Are you sure?

- I don't know, but his light is on

and he's not opening the door.

♪- What is your relation to this person?

- Just a neighbor.

Franck finally kicked the bucket.

Tonight, Franck's door was busted down.

- Help!

- And his stinking corpse was dragged out of the toilet.

- Help!

- When he was young, this man's cologne would intoxicate my mother

whenever he came out on his balcony.

- Help!

- Supposedly to water his plants,

but mostly to spy on our apartment through the window.

Today, years later,

I see a man who reminds me of my father

when he discovered his wife was cheating on him with Franck.

Dad?

- You and your brother go to mom's across the street tonight.

- Why?

- I need to be alone.

- Why?

For a long time, my father locked himself in this room at night

with the telescope he gave me for my 9th birthday

and watched his wife with the man who destroyed our family.

Years later,

I understood that contrary to what he claimed,

my father hadn't bought this apartment

to be close to my brother and me,

but to watch my mother.

For a long time, my father...

Locked himself in this room at night

with the telescope he gave me for my 9th birthday

and watched his wife with the man who destroyed our family.

Years later,

I understood that contrary to what he claimed,

my father hadn't bought this apartment

to be close to my brother and me,

but to watch my mother.

Years after my father's suicide on that autumn evening,

my mother's scream still echoes in this place.

My life then became about waiting to find out

the fate of the man who had destroyed our little family.

And now, years later, in this very same apartment,

a woman has appeared...

- Coffee?

- Are you bored out of your mind?

All right...

- Have you read Georges Simenon's The Man Who Watched the Trains Go By?

- It's the story of a voyeur

who isolates himself at home to spy on his female neighbor across the street.

- That's flattering!

- What is?

- It's a jerk move to tell an author:

"Have you read such-and-such?" You might as well just tell him.

"It's total crap."

- Don't start again.

- Are you criticizing me or my book?

- The voyeur

who isolates himself at home...

- Drop it.

Drink your coffee and read the rest.

Are you having a tantrum?

- Tell me you don't like it, but don't talk down to me.

- Do you want me to stroke your ego?

- No. Instead of taking jabs at me, tell the truth.

- That's what I did last time.

- Uh... I changed a lot of things!

- Up to that point, it's pretty much the same.

- That "pretty much,"

that cost me a month of work!

- It's still

- I don't care!

It's reality

that I'm writing!

- Did your father really kill himself?

- He should have, rather than suffering his whole life.

- OK, hand it over, I'll read it at home.

- No, don't bother.

- Sylvie, people don't behave like that anymore.

- How do they behave?

- More rationally than what you're writing.

- People are still pieces of shit.

But they've learned some rational patter

to justify the pieces of shit they are.

- No way!

- Yes way, I know people.

- How do you know them?

How long hadn't you left the house

before I forced you to come here?

When was the last time you spoke to one of these pieces of shit?

- Just now.

- Oh boy...

- I can't stand her anymore.

She is insufferable.

I don't see why I'm staying here.

- Goodbye.

- Why am I staying with her?

She's an idiot!

Insufferable!

- Is her boyfriend going to find out the boss is sleeping with her?

- What?

- In your story.

I'd like to read the rest.

- Another one, please.

Why are you following me?

- Your niece wants me to look after you.

- Do I look like I need that?

- No.

- Well then?

- My bag is at your place.

I'll wait for you outside.

- Another one, please.

- Have you lost your mind?

Put that out, seriously!

- There's no ashtray.

- What's your name again?

- Adam.

- Here.

- I'll give it back to you tomorrow.

- I don't want it anymore.

- Shall we go?

(You okay?) - Mmh.

Stay.

(- What?)

- Can you stay? I need help.

I'll pay you.

Go in the bedroom. I'll call you if I need you.

- What are you taking?

- Nothing.

- Then why did you make me come here?

What is this?

- Listen.

- Mmh.

What do you want me to say?

- I don't know.

- There's nothing left to say to each other.

- Is that it?

- What would you like to hear?

- You're doing this to me?

- Stop.

This is what you've been waiting for. And for a long time.

I gave you what you wanted.

- Can I come up? - I'm going home.

- I have some sounds to record in your neighborhood.

Drop me off here.

- Here?

- Yeah.

Aren't you going to say anything to me?

- What are you talking about?

- I was waiting for you to bring it up yourself.

- What do you mean?

- Stop pretending.

Anna must have told you, I know everything.

Why?

- Uh...

We'll talk about it another time.

- There won't be a next time.

It's now.

Tell me why.

- What?

- You expect me to come back to work?

- It's more complicated than it seems.

We'll discuss it.

- No,

I just want to know why.

Tell me.

- It happened...

Little by little.

I grew attached to her.

- And her?

- She did too.

All right?

I'm late.

My wife's going to worry.

- I think she's done worrying.

- No, she isn't.

- I sent her your audio.

- What audio?

- Your audio.

From the other night.

- You didn't.

- Sorry.

(- I swear!)

Well, what are you doing?

- Come see.

Let's see if it works.

- And this?

- Do you like it?

- I don't know.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Take it, then.

The bottles

and the glasses, pack them up. - OK.

- Grandma, can I have this?

- Don't touch that.

- He can take it.

- Are you sure?

- I don't need it anymore.

- Congrats! Did you finish your book?

- Well... Yes.

- And did you thank me?

- Yeah. In the beginning, even.

- Can I get a copy?

- I threw it out.

- I got rid of it.

- But why?

- Do you know how people have kids nowadays?

- No, how?

- People don't make love anymore.

Girls

sign up on a website,

order some sperm, and boom.

My niece is going to be a mother like that.

- What does that have to do with your book?

- Oh... My stories don't fit

this era anymore.

- Why do you keep writing, then?

- Do you know the difference between humans

and animals?

- Humans know they're going to die one day.

Animals don't.

- So? I don't get it.

- Forget it.

Don't lift that

with your back! Adam!

- Yes?

- Not at all.

- Oh, yes.

- No, the guy in the studio has a bad back.

You asked me about your novel.

- Ah!

He's sleeping with the girl

every night, that pig!

- Are you jealous or what?

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hey, come here.

Tear off the bathroom wallpaper and throw it out.

- Excuse me, I'm sitting there.

- Sorry, I didn't see your bag.

- I'll sit here.

- Sure? - Yes, no problem.

- Do you come here often?

- Sometimes. It's the cheapest place in the neighborhood.

- That's true.

Adam.

Nice to meet you.

- Nita.

What is it?

- You have a very pretty name.

- Thank you.

- Where is it from?

- Romania, I think.

- Can I use your name?

- Pardon?

- For what I'm writing.

- What are you writing?

- A novel.

- Wow.

Have you been published yet? - No.

For now, I'm writing.

By the way, do you know the difference

between humans and animals?

- The difference between humans and animals?

- I don't know... There are lots.

- Yeah, but the most important one.

- Speech.

- Humans know they're going to die, animals don't.

- I never thought of that.

- Writing helps you forget

that you're going to die.

- I would have thought writing helped you...

Not forget.

- Do you write too?

- I have a sort of diary, but it's for myself.

I don't really write.

- And do you like to read?

- Mmh.

Poetry, mostly.

- Sorry to disturb you

during your lunch.

- What is your novel about?

- It's about...

A girl.

- Nita.

- Nita.

And also, a little bit about life...

My mother's story,

her point of view.

That sounds interesting.

- No...

Honestly, I would have loved to, but I'm swamped,

I finish late every night.

- Ah right, OK. I see.

Read the beginning and if you don't like it, throw it out.

- I barely have time to eat. - I understand.

- Sorry. - No problem.

Do you know Georges Simenon?

- Pardon? - Have you read Simenon?

- Uh... No.

- No? - No.

- You should. Especially Monsieur Hire.

- All right, thanks.

Thank you.

- Adam!

- Coming!

- Go see if you can find a bandage.

Otherwise, go to the pharmacy.

- And some antiseptic? - What for?

- It's infected.

- No! You think?

What is that?

- Mold. It's all I could find.

- What is it for?

- On a wound, it clears up the infection.

- How do you know that? - I know.

- Have you been to prison?

Yeah?

That's the only place you learn that.

Should I be scared?

- I haven't hurt anyone.

- Why prison, then?

- Theft.

- Huh? - Theft.

- Go get me my glasses.

What?

- Nothing.

They suit you.

- Tell me...

Isn't stealing hurting people?

- I didn't steal from people, just stores.

Should I throw all this away?

- No, someone is coming to pick them up.

- And can I take one?

- Take whatever you want.

- Just the poetry.

- You like poetry?

- A guy in prison

read poems.

I liked it.

Thank you.

- Here, read this too.

- It's you.

- It was me.

- Hi.

So, did you read it?

- How long have you been watching me?

- Can we talk about it?

- Keep calling her Anna.

- Is that it?

- Can I have it back?

- The other day, you told me I could throw it out.

- If you didn't like it.

- Wait, I'll go get it.

- Don't bother, I can come up.

Thank you.

Sorry, it was to write my novel.

- You've got quite an imagination.

But I have nothing to do with your story.

Nor with the girl you invented.

I'm coming.

Hello?

Where are you?

OK. Didn't you see the manuscript I left on the table?

Ah, right.

No, no worries.

Yeah, OK.

Yes, see you in a bit.

Well, my colleague took it.

Shall I bring it to you at the restaurant? - Today at noon?

- Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow at noon, then.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Feeling better?

- A bit. I took a sleeping pill.

- See a doctor. - I have an appointment this afternoon.

- Did you have breakfast?

- No.

- Alright.

We can start.

- OK.

Wait.

Work, work, work...

You need to take care of your health.

Ah.

Did you read it? - Yeah, skimmed it.

- And?

- It's weird. A little creepy, even.

- Creepy!

It's just a story.

Why did you take it?

What is it?

- Someone put that on my windshield. - Who?

- Can't you see the handwriting?

- Yeah.

- Why would he write something like that to me? - Well...

From a distance, he...

Imagined I was with Théo and cheating on him with you.

What are you doing?

- My love...

Forget it, I promise you.

Some guy tripped out seeing us from afar.

That's all. Huh?

- "Aren't you ashamed of banging your buddy's girlfriend, asshole?"

Isn't that a bit creepy? - Meh...

The guy I met isn't creepy at all.

His story is about his mother.

- Do you want sauce with that?

- Uh, I don't know.

Put it on the side.

- Done.

- I picked up some food.

It's my favorite.

- Have you read it already?

- Twice.

How do you write these stories?

- Why?

- How do you make them up?

- Why do you want to know?

- I'd like to write, too.

- Write what?

- Stories.

- Oh yeah?

What a funny idea!

- I have a good imagination.

- Well, well.

How do you know that?

- Prisoners have imagination.

- Mmh.

- Sorry.

- Today marks three years that I've worked here.

I never thought I'd make a career out of it.

Exactly three years ago, I did my first Foley work.

Before that,

I didn't even imagine that footsteps in movies were recreated.

When we started, Nico told me to pay attention

to the nuances of every walk.

It was crazy.

I realized I hadn't been paying attention to that at all.

I hadn't realized people walked so differently.

Ever since I started watching their feet,

people have seemed more sympathetic to me.

When they pass me on the sidewalk,

I feel like I understand them,

like I can feel what they're feeling.

Everyone's footsteps tell a whole story.

Hi.

- Can I sit down?

I'd like to talk to you.

- About what?

- I'd like to talk about you.

- There's nothing special about me.

My life has nothing special that could be useful to you.

It's a normal, ordinary life. Just like everyone else.

Was your mother really born in the studio?

- Yes.

- Why did you think I was with Théo?

- Who's Théo?

- My colleague. The one you call...

Christophe.

- I don't know, it's...

The impression it gives.

- That's his brother.

- It's just a story.

- Then why leave that thing for Nicolas?

In this studio, we only work.

There are no cameras, nobody is cheating on anyone.

Théo is not in love with me.

My guy has no family.

Nobody wants to kill anyone. Sometimes I sleep there

because I'm exhausted, but alone.

You see, it's an...

Ordinary, repetitive life.

- I can change all that.

- Why?

- Well, to make it more real.

- That would take all the point away.

I'm telling you all this so you know that the things

you believe about us aren't true.

- Here, this is for you.

- Can I ask you something?

Stop spying on me.

Do you promise?

- Adam?

Adam?

Oh...

- See you later.

Try to get some rest.

♪- Yeah, sounds good.

Alright, bye. ♪- See you later. Bye.

- It seems to be getting a bit better, right?

- Yeah, anyway,

my morale is good.

- Haven't you seen my notebook?

- Your notebook? No.

- Can I eat something or do you want to keep going?

- No,

of course, go ahead and eat.

Take your time.

- Do you want some salad?

- No thanks, that's kind of you.

After this project, I'm going to sleep for 3 weeks!

- You're dreaming! You know your brother,

we're going to have to keep right on going.

Wow.

This rain is crazy.

- I'm going to take the RER train.

- What?

- This reminds me of that guy's story.

- Meaning?

- That's exactly what happens.

It's raining, she wants to take her bike. The RER isn't running.

So, she sleeps here and her colleague joins her.

- So, her colleague, is that Nico or is that me?

- It's Nico.

Because you, you're my guy.

- Yeah.

- That's wild...

Why did he think we were together?

- Seen from afar, it would give that impression.

- Yeah.

- Well, come on, shall we get back to it?

What's going on?

- One minute. Sorry!

- You okay?

- Is it starting again?

Wait.

- Look over there!

- Forget the painkillers, stay lying down

at home for a month.

- Shall I take you back? - I'll take a pill first.

- No,

there's nothing left.

- I'll go buy you some.

- Damn... - Okay?

Here.

There you go, sit down. - Easy.

- Yes, I'm here.

There.

Wait. - Wait, wait.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Why don't you take a day off?

- With all this work? - Who cares.

- I'm going.

- Thanks, honey.

- That will be 6.90 euros, sir.

Thank you.

- Your receipt.

- Thank you. - Goodbye, have a good day.

Hello, sir.

- There you go. Thanks, goodbye.

- Why are you following me?

- I'm not following you.

- What are you doing here, then?

- I bought some bandages for my mother.

- I was just talking to you to be nice.

But this time,

it really bothers me.

- I like it when we talk.

- You're mixing everything up. I'm not your character.

Okay?

- Sit down.

- No, thanks.

- Then go throw away

those damn mice.

- Can I keep them for a few days?

- Why?

- I killed their mother.

- Sit down.

Have you met her?

- Who?

- The girl across the street.

- No.

- Then why do you have her notebook?

- I stole it from her.

- What?

- On the RER.

- Why did you do that?

- I wanted to get to know her.

- You're crazy.

You're completely out of your mind.

Why did you keep my manuscripts?

- I felt like reading them.

- The right blind, the motor broke down.

On the left, it's the control sensor

that stopped working.

- Are you almost done? - Yes, it's almost finished.

- I'm going to mess up the whole schedule because of this psycho.

- Are we going to keep the blinds down

all the time?

- Otherwise, it's the cops.

- Oh come on!

It won't happen again.

- You've already said that.

- It's not my fault.

Honey,

it's 4 PM. Didn't you have your MRI?

(- Oh shit.)

What do I do with this project? It's due tomorrow morning!

- We'll take care of it.

You shouldn't even have come in with your back.

Come on, hurry up.

- Théo.

- Yeah?

- Do you think you can finish by tonight?

- We're going to stay with Nita

until we're done.

- Here.

And after the MRI, you go straight home to rest, okay?

- What!

- What?

- Things are getting intense! This is really cool.

- Is that good? - Yes, yes.

- Thanks again.

- Don't mention it, goodbye. - Goodbye.

Come on.

- Come on, Nita.

- Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

- Maria... It's my back.

Could you help me up

please?

Lean on me.

Sit down here.

- Wait.

- There you go.

Wait, I'll call for help.

- No, don't bother! Please.

- Are you sure?

I'm sorry.

- No, it's no problem at all.

I was passing by to air out and I saw the light. I wondered who was here.

- I wanted to see the building across the street.

There's a guy spying on us.

- Who is it?

- I don't know, some young guy.

He wrote a story about us and gave it to Nita.

- I've known the people in this building for a long time,

but a young writer, certainly not.

And is there a problem?

- No, I was just curious. I wanted to know who it was.

- Wait, let me help you up. - Thank you.

- There you go. - Thank you.

- Should I call your colleagues? - Absolutely not. You'll worry them.

Thanks, Maria. - I'll leave you to it.

- And sorry.

♪- Hello?

- Yes, Sylvie, can you talk? ♪ - Yes.

- Yes, the...

♪- Yes, why?

- He did a really weird thing.

- Why did you do that?

- What?

- You gave her my novel!

Why?

- To see what she'd think of it.

- Oh yeah? And?

- She really liked it.

- "You wrote an interesting story."

- You or me?

- You threw it away.

- How did she read it?

- I recovered it and recopied it.

- And you told her you wrote it?

Is that it?

- Excuse me.

- You're a crook.

Take your things and leave.

- Take it up with the one who brought you here.

And leave the keys.

- Ma'am, should I take the books in this room too?

- Yes.

- Shall we do another take?

- No, that was good.

- How many are left?

- A lot.

- Can we resume tomorrow morning?

- No, we have to finish tonight.

- I'm starving!

- Order yourself something.

- Uh...

Yeah, but what about you?

- I'm fine.

- Come on, let's take a break.

Let's get some fresh air and start again.

- OK, go ahead.

- Come on.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- How are you?

- And how is your grandson?

He started school, didn't he? He's so cute!

- Thank you.

By the way, did you find that guy?

- Who?

- The guy across the street, the writer.

- How do you know about that?

- It's your colleague.

He was trying to track him down.

- He always exaggerates. It's nothing important.

- Nita?

- Yes?

- You're like a daughter to me, so...

I have to tell you something.

- Yes?

Is there a problem?

- Earlier today, your colleague was in the apartment next door.

I wonder if he wasn't spying on you.

- For all we know, he really went in there to...

Try and find the window of the guy across the street.

- I don't know.

- Why would he spy on us? I mean...

- I don't know.

He thinks there's something between us.

- Why would he think that?

- You know him better than I do.

- What do you mean?

- He's distrustful.

He suspects everyone.

- Even me?

- Or me.

- No, I don't believe it.

OK.

- What is it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

- I'm just wondering

what Nico went and imagined about us...

Does he think we're sleeping together

the second his back is turned?

- Folks!

We're closing in 5 minutes.

- Are you okay?

It'll be fine.

Huh? It'll be fine.

After all, it's understandable...

His worry.

- Worry? Why?

- I don't have to spell it out for you,

but you're very attractive...

You're...

- Stop it! Seriously, please.

- I swear, that's reason enough for a guy.

To be suspicious.

- You're his brother!

- Yeah, I'm his brother.

Just a lot younger.

- That's ridiculous.

- Isn't that what he wrote in his novel?

It doesn't come from nowhere.

- Come on.

We haven't finished the scene. - Wait!

Sit down, we have time.

Just, I don't know...

Let me look at you.

(- What are you doing?)

Théo, no.

Théo, no.

Stop, please.

Please, stop. Please!

Stop!

Just stop!

- Wait...

Excuse me,

I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me...

Excuse me, Nita.

- Stay away from me!

- Don't talk to me.

- OK.

Nita... - Stay away from me!

- I don't know what got into me.

I'm so sorry...

- Stay away from me!

- I'm sorry.

- Stay away!

- Nita...

Damn it!

Damn it...

Oh, damn it...

Nita?

Please, listen to me.

I know.

I don't know what got into me, I'm sorry.

I lost my mind. I'm so ashamed...

I'm so ashamed.

Oh fuck, I can't believe it! Oh fuck...

Nita, please.

I just want us to talk.

Just a minute. Let's talk. - No.

- Can we sit down and talk, please?

Nita.

I'll walk you to the station. That way, we can...

Wait, please! Hey!

It was just an accident. I don't know what happened.

I just want us to be able to sit down

and chat for two minutes.

- Let me out or I'm calling the police.

- I followed you to give you something I wrote.

- Hey!

What do you want?

- He wants nothing. Leave him alone, go.

Get out of here! - What are you looking for?

- I'm giving her something.

- What for?

- To see what she thinks of it.

- Why are you doing this?

- Did you write this piece-of-shit novel?

You know what I think of it?

- Please. - Ask me.

You want to know what I think?

- No! - Leave me alone, please!

- No!

- Let go of me!

- Stop it!

Stop!

Stop!

Oh, fuck!

Let's see.

You okay?

Get lost. Get out of here.

- It's fine. - Get out.

That's enough! No!

- Asshole!

- Stop!

Calm down!

No! - Asshole!

Come here!

Get back here, you son of a bitch!

Stop right there. Stop, I'm telling you!

Stop!

Go ahead, I'm calling the cops.

You're an asshole!

- Can one become a writer when they've never written a single line?

When they have no talent other than imagining,

lying,

sometimes petty thievery?

When you don't even know when, or where,

or from which mother's womb

you were cast into the chaos of the world?

- What happened?

- Théo...

- Hi.

- Didn't you come home

last night?

- No, I worked late.

- Are you done?

- Almost, yeah.

- What happened to you there?

- Huh?

- What happened to you? - Nothing.

- Let me look.

- I'm fine.

I got into a fight.

- With who?

- With that asshole across the street!

- The writer? - Yeah.

He showed up on the RER train.

He started hassling Nita.

- Did you call the cops?

- No, he ran off.

- This is ridiculous,

we can't keep going like this!

- He's a nutcase.

But after yesterday, he won't be back.

Do you know which one is

his window?

- No.

- And Nita, does she know?

- I don't know.

- Ah...

- You okay? - Yes.

- I tried to reach you,

but you weren't answering.

- Uh... I didn't hear it.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Yes.

- Wasn't he around this morning? - Who?

- Well, the guy who bothered you. - Oh, no.

- Do you know which one is his apartment?

- No.

Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

- Hi.

- You're here.

- I...

I fell asleep here.

- At least you got to sleep.

Did you forget your promise?

Do you remember?

You weren't supposed to come to work anymore.

- Nita, I apologized, I said...

We're not going to ruin our lives over a few seconds of stupidity.

I need this job.

Can't we find a way to move on, right?

- No.

I can't.

- He's not just a brother to me.

He's my whole life.

...

- Hello, ma'am.

Sorry to bother you. I work across the street

and I'm looking for a man who lives around here,

in his twenties.

- I don't know him.

But I think he writes things.

- The one your colleague hit last night?

- You know him?

- What do you want with him?

- Just to talk to him.

- About what?

- I'd like to warn him

that next time, it's the cops.

- OK.

- Are you sure he's going to stop?

- Yes.

I'm sure.

- Thank you.

Have you read his novel?

- Yes.

- Do you know what he could have seen to write that about us?

- Nothing in particular.

- Why all this bullshit?

- What bothers you about it?

- It has nothing to do with us.

- Then why are you so upset?

How does a duck get into a bottle?

- Pardon?

- A duck...

How does it get inside a bottle?

- What are you talking about?

- Imagination.

The duck is real, the bottle is real.

Not the duck in the bottle.

It's just imagination.

Nothing to get upset over.

- So? - It's sorted.

His mother promised we won't see him anymore.

Where's Nita?

- She's right there.

- What time is it? We're running super late.

He won't bother you anymore.

Shall we go?

(- OK.)

- His mother told me

that everything was imaginary.

Huh? Everything's fine. Come on.

Come on, let's get to work.

- You were supposed to leave in a week. I found you a flat,

I signed the lease.

- Cancel it.

- But what's going on?

Explain it to me. Two seconds!

Explain it to me!

- Keep your voice down.

He's sleeping. - What do you mean, he's sleeping?

What is he doing here?

And he's sleeping?

Sit the fuck down!

We were supposed to sell

and each take our cut. - Yeah,

well, I changed my mind.

- And why is that?

- I want to stay.

- Half of it belongs to me.

- Then sell your half.

- But who's going to buy half a property?

No way!

No! You have to leave!

- You don't make decisions for my life.

- Keep your word!

- Don't talk to me like that in my home.

- Your home? - Yes, this is my home.

I've lived here my whole life. And you don't talk to me like that.

- Look, listen...

The baby's due in five months.

I was counting on this money.

I need it.

- I'm sorry.

- You want to sue? I'll take you to court, if that's what you want.

- I can't leave!

- I can leave.

- No, you're not going anywhere.

- Fine.

- Is it over?

- For now, yes.

Where are you going? - I don't feel well.

I'm going to get some air.

- Do you want me to come?

- No, I'll be right back.

- What's wrong with her?

- I don't know...

It must be because of that guy.

What's going on?

- Get the next one ready, I'll be right back.

- I don't feel well.

I need to take a break.

- With all the work we have?

- I know. I...

I don't want to work.

- What do you mean?

- I'm exhausted.

- All right, go home and rest and we'll talk tomorrow.

- No, find someone to replace me.

- Don't even think about it! With how far behind we are...

Who's going to step in at a moment's notice?

Wait! Sit down, please.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

You were fine yesterday.

Is it because of that damn book?

- No, not at all.

- Then what?

- It's him. He's changed.

- Him? Who?

Theo?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- And why not?

- Because he's your brother.

- Then why did you have me come over? - To tell you

that I wanted to stop working.

- Did something happen between you two?

- He apologized at least a hundred times.

- Apologized for what?

- For trying to...

Force me.

- What did he do exactly?

- He tried.

- How?

Oh fuck...

Oh fuck...

All right, let's go.

- I never want to see him again.

- I need to talk to him.

- To tell him what?

- To tell him...

I don't know what I'm going to tell him.

Oh fuck...

Just what we needed in the middle of this fucking project!

- Hello.

- Thank you.

- Is this your first time?

- Yes.

- Never a...

I don't know,

an inappropriate word or gesture?

- No, never.

- Are you sure?

- What difference does it make? - To me, it makes a difference.

Did he just do it out of nowhere or had he planned it?

- I hadn't noticed anything. But you, apparently,

had reasons to doubt. - Who?

Him?

- Or me.

- What are you talking about?

- You were in the next apartment yesterday.

- I have to make a decision.

If I fire him, what happens to the project?

The company?

We're going to put everything on hold.

- You want me to work as if nothing happened?

- No, but...

I'm going to get rid of him.

When I find a replacement.

For now, we're going to finish the project with him.

What do you expect from me?

- I expect nothing.

- It's not an easy decision. He's my brother.

Put yourself in my shoes, please.

- You know...

I don't understand you anymore.

I don't intend to try anymore.

- I'm going to try to find a way

to get rid of him.

Nita...

♪- I think it's the new protocol causing this.

Did the doctor tell us? I forgot.

- Yeah, they said that could happen.

Anyway...

Right now, you need to rest, and then...

♪- What? You're not alone?

- Nico just got here.

♪- Oh. Give him a kiss for me.

- Yeah, will do.

I'll be there soon, okay?

♪- I'm going to go lie down.

- Oh, by the way, Charline says hi.

- Bye.

♪- Is your back feeling better?

- Yeah... How about you?

♪- Not great.

See you soon.

- So... Yeah, listen, I...

What time is it? I'll make it as fast as I can.

Nico?

I'll need to leave early to go to the hospital.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

♪- Thanks, honey.

- Hello.

I'm here for my notebook.

- What notebook?

He confessed to everything there.

- I'll tell him to bring it back to you.

- I don't work there anymore.

- Come in.

Don't you want to give it to her yourself?

- No.

- Here you go.

Is something wrong?

(- No.)

Everything is perfectly...

Normal.

Did you tell him I was here?

- Yes.

- What he wrote is very nice.

- It's good, for a start.

- See you tomorrow?

- Are you driving?

- Huh?

- Are you driving?

- Uh...

Yes.

- Wait for me downstairs, I'll walk part of the way with you.

- Okay.

- Excuse me?

Would you happen to have a pen?

- Uh...

- Thanks.

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