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Wake up!

Get up!

You have to clear out in ten minutes.

Get up. Come on!

Get up.

Hurry up.

Hey, get up, please. It's time to go.

Get up, boys.

I know it's early.

Hey... my wallet!

Wait!

Come back, I'm telling you!

Wait!

Please wait!

Thanks.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Excuse me, is there a problem?

Did someone pick your pocket?

Yes. This gentleman took my wallet from them and returned it to me.

Check to make sure nothing's missing.

I checked. Nothing's missing.

What do you do for a living?

I'm unemployed for now.

Let it go.

Take care.

Sorry about that.

No, wait.

Thanks.

'Parallel Stories'

I saw her again today.

Anna.

That's what I named her because she reminds me of my mother,

just as beautiful,

just as seductive.

Anna.

That's what I named her because she reminds me of my mother—just as...

beautiful, just as...

seductive.

Brilliant.

Maybe this woman's resemblance to my mother is just a coincidence.

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

across the street,

can't just be a coincidence.

...can't just be a coincidence.

Great.

- Is it good? - Yeah.

Can you help me?

It was even more realistic than the real thing!

Right?

How are you getting home?

What do you mean?

In this rain?

It's cool. It's beautiful.

Do you want to come over?

Let's go.

Not tonight. I want to be alone.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Let's go.

I'll go with you.

Why?

It's late.

So what?

It's dangerous.

I can take care of myself.

Why have you been giving me attitude lately?

Because I'm tired.

Of what?

Of you always thinking something bad's going to happen to me.

Whatever you want...

See you.

Ugh... damn it!

Oh... it's you?

I knocked. Didn't you hear me?

Did you leave something behind?

I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

Except I'm freezing.

Do you want to stay?!

I can leave if you want.

I can leave, too.

I don't know how to say this...

I thought you were waiting for me.

Go home.

Your wife's waiting for you.

And the camera?

Why did you turn it around?

I knew you were watching me.

And you turned it around to lure me here.

It's hard being with you all day

and then just...

forgetting you.

What am I supposed to do?

Just believe me.

Believe what?

That I love you.

Pierre...

- Look... - It's true.

You're strong.

A strong man?

- Can't a strong man fall in love? - Sure he can.

He can fall in love with... his wife,

his kid...

Pierre.

How do I turn up the heat?

See? You're strong.

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

You like messing with people's feelings, making them feel guilty.

Do you like it?

I just want to warm up a little.

It's all the way up.

I'm freezing.

What about Christophe?

Christophe...

This stays between you and me.

Sorry, I thought you'd left.

Good evening.

- I can come later. - No, it's fine.

Are you okay?

My back seized up again...

It'll be fine.

- I was worried. You took forever. - Not at all.

I called ten times.

I was asleep. I came as fast as I could.

I couldn't sleep last night because of the thunder, lightning, and rain.

What rain?

Didn't it rain last night?

No.

Is this blood?

I cut my foot.

Let me see.

It's nothing.

What do you mean, 'nothing'?

You still boil your ready-made meals?

I don't want to die from the radiation from these shitty ovens.

- Then cook! - I don't have time.

But dying of lung cancer is okay with you?

Exactly.

What?

You've changed since last time.

How observant!

- What's this? - I told you I wanted to get pregnant.

- Who's the father? - I don't know, and I don't want to know.

- How many guys did you sleep with? - I got sperm!

- What? - Nothing.

- It's my choice. - Exactly. Not that little boy's choice.

Actually, it's a girl.

What's this?

- What's what? - A telescope!

It was with all the junk.

You were supposed to clean up, not make an even bigger mess.

Oh, give it a rest.

You come by once every six months, and you complain from the moment you get here until you leave this dump.

Yeah, I'm thrilled to see you too!

I found someone to help.

I don't need anyone's help. I don't want some stranger around.

I told him to leave you alone.

- Who? - A quiet kid.

There's no way you can clean this place up by yourself in two weeks.

Quiet people are suspicious.

Quiet people are suspicious,

talkative people are shallow,

young people are thieves,

old people are nosy...

Enough... enough.

I'm losing my mind!

Do whatever you want. Just get off my back!

Excuse me.

Excuse me, can we talk?

- What about tissues? - Yeah.

- How are you paying? - By card.

Hey, you...

Don't come near my room until that awful perfume you put on wears off.

Okay...

Hi.

What took you so long?

I was asleep.

What happened?

It's cut.

Oh...

You still boil jars like Grandma?

I don't want to fry my health with those waves.

Would you rather die from exploding glass?

Better than cancer!

You know best.

Thanks.

Let me see.

Did you stay here last night?

The subway was closed.

You said you were going by bike.

I changed my mind on the way.

- Why? - 'Why?'

Because!

What a horrible smell.

Yeah.

Every time it rains hard,

the next day, the whole place reeks of sewage.

It smells more like a dead body, though.

I texted Pierre to get some air freshener.

Didn't you freeze here all alone?

What do you mean?

Well...

It gets cold here at night.

I got that. Why'd you say 'alone'?

I didn't mean anything by it.

Was someone with you?

If that's what you're asking, have the guts to ask.

I was just asking: Weren't you cold? That's all.

Hi.

Hi, Christophe.

Hi.

One more time.

Why?

- We've got some noise. - What kind of noise?

That same damn noise as always.

- I don't hear anything. - But I do.

What is it?

I don't know. Something...

Like a woman's scream.

Yeah.

It must be coming from one of the neighbors.

Point the microphone at the walls.

Come here.

See that fifth-floor apartment with the lights on?

The one with the flowerpots on the balcony.

Go knock and see if anyone answers.

- How do I get in? - The door's open.

What should I say?

Nothing. Just see if anyone answers.

I'm calling to report that across the street, in the building opposite us, a man lived alone,

and he probably died a few days ago.

Are you sure he's dead?

I don't know, but his lights have been on for days

and he won't open the door.

What's your relationship to them?

We're just neighbors.

Frank finally kicked the bucket.

Tonight, they broke down Frank's door.

Help!

And dragged his rotting corpse out of the bathroom.

Help!

And yet, when he was young,

the scent of his cologne enchanted my mother every time he came out onto the balcony,

apparently to water his plants,

but mostly to peek through the window into our apartment.

Now, years later,

I see a man who reminds me of my father.

When he found out his wife was having an affair with Frank,

the fragrant neighbor.

Dad?

Can you and your brother go over to Mom's tonight?

Why?

I want to be alone.

Why?

For years, my father would lock himself in this very room at night

with the telescope he'd bought me for my ninth birthday,

and watch his wife in the arms of the man who destroyed our family.

Years later,

I found out that, contrary to what he claimed,

my father hadn't bought this apartment

to be close to my brother and me,

but to keep an eye on my mother.

For years, my father...

would lock himself in this room at night with the same telescope he'd bought

for my ninth birthday,

and watch his wife in the arms of the man who destroyed our family.

Years later,

I found out that, contrary to what he claimed,

my father hadn't bought this apartment to be close to my brother and me,

but to keep an eye on my mother.

...Years after my father's suicide on that autumn night,

my mother's screams still echo here.

From then on, my life became a matter of waiting to see

what would become of the man who destroyed our little family.

Finally, years later, in that same apartment,

a woman appeared...

Want to get some coffee?

You're bored!

Okay...

Have you ever read Simenon's 'Mr. Hire's Engagement'?

No, I haven't.

It's about a reclusive pervert who locks himself in his house

to spy on the girl across the street.

That's very flattering.

What?

Isn't it incredibly cruel to read a writer's work and then say,

'Have you ever read this other book?'

What you're really saying is: 'Your book sucks.'

Don't start again.

Did you just criticize my story, or me?

What do you mean?

That pervert who isolates himself...

Forget it.

Drink your coffee and read the rest.

Are you getting pissy again?

Just say you don't like it, but don't talk down to me!

Do you want me to lie and praise you?

No.

Keep your sarcasm to yourself and tell me the truth!

That's what I did last time.

I changed it a lot!

Up to this point, it was pretty much like the last one.

'Pretty much like the last one'?

This is the result of a month's work!

It's still really cliché and outdated...

I don't care! It's real!

Did your dad really kill himself?

I wish he had, instead of suffering his whole life.

Give it to me. I'll take it home and read the rest.

Don't bother.

Sylvie, people don't act like that anymore.

How do they act?

More rationally than the people in your story.

People are the same shitty people they've always been,

they just come up with more rational excuses for being shitty these days.

That's not true.

It is. I know people well.

How do you know them?

When was the last time you left your house?

Before I forced you to come here today?

When was the last time you talked to one of these 'shitty people'?

Just now.

I can't take it.

He's so annoying.

I need to get out of here.

Goodbye.

What an idiot.

Does the boyfriend find out that his boss is sleeping with the girl?

What?

In your story...

I'd like to read the rest.

Another one, please.

Why are you following me around?

Your nephew told me to look out for you.

Do you think I need looking after?

No.

So?

My backpack's at your place.

I'll wait for you outside.

Another one, please.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Put it out!

There's no ashtray.

What was your name again?

Adam.

Here.

I'll bring it back tomorrow.

I don't want it anymore.

Let's go.

Are you okay?

Stay.

What?

Can you stay? I need a little help.

I'll pay you.

Go in that room. I'll call you if I need anything.

What are you eating?

Nothing.

Then why'd you tell me to come here?

What's this?

Listen.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

There's nothing left to say.

That's it?

What do you want to hear?

How could you do this...

Forget it.

This is what you've been waiting for,

for a long time.

I gave you what you wanted.

Can I come with you?

I'm going home.

I'm heading over there to do some recording.

Stop here.

Here?

Yeah.

Don't you have anything to say?

About what?

I was waiting to see if you'd say anything.

What do you mean?

Don't pretend you don't understand.

I know Anna told you. I know everything.

Why?

We'll talk later.

There won't be a later.

Right now.

Tell me why.

What?

You expect me to go back to work?

It's more complicated than it looks.

- We need to talk. - I don't want to talk.

I just want to know why.

Tell me.

It just happened...

Little by little.

I fell in love with her.

What about her?

She did too.

Are you done?

I'm late. My wife's gonna worry.

She won't worry about you being late anymore.

Yes, she will.

No, I sent her your voice recordings.

What recordings?!

Your voices...

The ones from that night.

You didn't do that.

I'm sorry.

Unbelievable.

What the hell are you doing?

- How about this one? - Do you like it?

I don't know.

- Hi. - Hi.

Okay, pick it up.

And clear the bottles and glasses off the little table.

Grandma, can I take this, please?

Don't touch that, sweetheart.

Why not? Let her take it.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I don't need it anymore.

Good for you! Did you finish your book?

Well, yeah.

Did you thank me, too?

Yeah, right at the beginning.

When can I get a copy?

I threw it away.

What?

I got rid of it.

Why?

Do you know how people have kids these days?

No. How?!

They don't have sex anymore.

The women sign up on a website,

order sperm, and nine months later, boom.

My niece is going to become a mother that way.

What does that have to do with your book?

My stories belong to another era.

Then why do you still write?

Do you know the difference between people and animals?

No. What is it?

People know they're going to die.

Animals don't.

So? I don't get it.

Forget it.

Don't lift that with your back!

- Adam! - Yes?

My back's fine.

- You said your back hurt. - No, I didn't.

I'm sure you did.

No.

I said that guy at the studio has a bad back.

You asked about your story.

No wonder. He screws that girl every night, the filthy pig.

Are you jealous?

Hi.

Hey, come here.

And tear off this bathroom wallpaper and throw it away.

Sorry, I was sitting here first.

Sorry, I didn't see your bag.

It's okay. I'll sit over there.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Do you come here often?

Yeah, sometimes.

It's the only cheap restaurant around here.

That's right.

Adam... nice to meet you.

Nita.

What?

That's a pretty name.

Thanks.

Where's it from?

I think it's Romanian.

Can I use your name?

Sorry!

For something I'm writing...

What are you writing?

A novel.

- Have you published anything? - No.

I'm still writing it.

Do you know the difference between people and animals?

The difference between people and animals.

I don't know.

A lot of things.

Yeah, but... the most important one.

That we can talk?

People know they'll die someday. Animals don't.

I've never thought about that.

Writing makes you forget that you're going to die someday.

Interesting. I thought writing made you...

remember.

Do you write, too?

I write a kind of journal for myself.

But not really.

Do you like to read?

Mostly poetry.

Sorry for interrupting your lunch.

What's your novel about?

It's about...

A girl.

Nita.

Nita.

And also about...

life,

my mother's story

from her point of view.

Sounds good.

Sounds interesting.

Would you like to read it?

No...

I wish I had the time.

I'm really busy.

I work late every day.

Okay, I understand.

Just read a little. If you don't like it, throw it away.

I barely even have time to eat.

- I understand. - Sorry.

It's okay.

Do you know Georges Simenon?

- Excuse me? - Have you read Simenon?

No.

You should read him. Especially 'Mr. Hire.'

Okay, thanks.

Adam!

Coming!

See if you can find a bandage.

If there isn't one, go to the pharmacy.

- Should I get some antiseptic too? - What for?

It's infected.

You've got to be kidding!

What's this?

Mold. It's all I could find.

What do you need mold for?

If you put it on the wound, it'll get rid of the infection.

- How do you know that?! - I know.

Have you been to prison?

Huh?

That's the kind of thing you only learn in prison.

Should I be scared?

I've never hurt anyone.

Then why were you in prison?

Theft.

Stealing.

Go get my glasses from the bathroom.

What?

Nothing.

They look good on you.

Tell me something...

Isn't stealing hurting people?

I didn't steal from people, just stores.

What about these? Should I throw them out?

No, someone's coming to pick them up.

Can I take one?

Take whatever you want.

No, just the poetry.

You like poetry?

There was this guy in prison who was always reading poetry.

I liked it.

Thanks.

Read this one, too.

Is this you?

That was me.

Hi.

Did you read it?

How long have you been watching me?

Can we talk about it?

I think it’d be better to keep her name as Anna.

- Is that all? - Yeah.

Can I take it from you?

You said the other day I could throw it away.

I said if you didn’t like it.

Wait a bit. I’ll bring it to you.

Don’t trouble yourself. I can come upstairs and get it.

Thanks.

Sorry, it was just for my story.

You have a great imagination.

But I have nothing to do with your story

or the girl you wrote about.

I’ll be right there.

Hello?

Yeah... Where are you?

Okay... By the way, have you seen the manuscripts I left on the table?

Okay.

No, no! It’s fine.

See you soon.

My colleague took them.

I’ll bring them to you at the restaurant.

At noon?

Tomorrow.

Okay... See you tomorrow at noon.

Good morning.

Hi.

- Feeling better? - A little.

I was able to get some sleep with painkillers.

You need to see a doctor.

I made an appointment for this afternoon.

Did you eat breakfast?

Want me to get you something?

All right, let’s get started.

Wait.

Work, work, work...

You never take care of yourself.

- Did you read it? - I looked it over on the way.

Well?

It's weird.

It's even kind of creepy.

Come on.

It's just a story.

Why'd you take it in the first place?

What's this?

A few days ago, someone left this under my windshield wiper.

Who?

Doesn't the handwriting look familiar?

Why would he write something like that to me?

From a distance, he...

He probably thinks I'm with Theo and having a secret affair with you.

What are you doing?

- I'm gonna make a copy. - Honey...

Please, just let it go.

Someone just made up a story.

The guy wrote to me:

'You should be ashamed! You're sleeping with your friend's wife, you bastard!'

It's kind of creepy.

That boy I saw isn't scary.

He just made up a story based on his mother.

I put the sauce on. Is that okay?

I don't know. If you want, put it on the side.

That's what I did.

I got some food.

I liked this one better.

You read it that fast?

Twice.

How do you write these stories?

What do you mean?

How do you come up with this stuff?

Why do you want to know?

I want to write, too.

Write what?

Stories.

Really?

What made you think of that...

I have a good imagination.

Okay, okay!

How do you know?

All prisoners have good imaginations.

Today marks three years since I started working here.

I never thought this would be my job.

Three years ago, I made my first Foley sound effects.

Before that,

I had no idea they recreated footsteps for movies.

When we started,

Nico got me to pay attention to what made each footstep unique.

It was amazing.

I'd never paid attention to it before.

I didn't know people could...

walk in so many different ways.

Since I started watching people's feet,

I like people more.

When they walk past me on the sidewalk,

I feel like I understand them.

I can feel how they feel.

Everyone's footsteps tell a story.

Hi.

Can I sit for a minute?

I just want to talk to you.

About what?

About you.

I'm not special.

There's nothing strange about my life that would be useful to you.

It's an ordinary life.

Like everyone else's.

Was your mother really born in that studio where I work?

Yeah.

Why did you think I was having an affair with Theo?

Who's Theo?

My coworker. The younger one.

The one you call Christophe.

I don't know, it just...

looked that way.

They're brothers.

It's just a story.

Then why did you leave that note under Nico's windshield wiper?

There's nothing exciting or dramatic at that studio besides work.

There's no camera spying on anyone. No one's cheating on anyone.

Theo isn't in love with me.

My partner doesn't have a wife and kids.

No one's trying to kill anyone.

And when I sleep there, it's because my place is far away.

I'm tired, and no one comes to get me.

Got it? It's just a...

boring, repetitive life.

I can change all that.

Why would you?

So it'd be real.

If it's real, it's not interesting.

I just want you to know that...

what you imagine about us isn't true.

For you.

Can I ask you a favor?

Stop spying on me.

Promise?

Adam?

Adam?

Okay, I'll see you later.

For now, try to get some rest.

Okay.

- Love you. Kisses. - Kisses.

He seems to be doing better, right?

Yeah, anyway...

Mentally, yeah.

Have you seen my notebook?

Your notebook? No.

Can I take a break to eat, or do you want to keep going?

Of course. Go eat.

Take your time.

I've got a salad. Want some?

No, thanks.

When this project's over, I'm going to sleep for a few weeks.

Don't count on it! You know your brother.

He keeps taking on one job after another.

It's really coming down!

Are you seriously going to bike in this?

I'll take the subway.

What?

That reminds me of this guy's story.

Why?

Because that's exactly what happens!

It starts raining, and he wants to bike home.

The subway's out of service.

He comes back here to spend the night, so his coworker can come pick him up.

His coworker meaning me or Nico?

Nico.

Actually, you're my boyfriend.

He's a complete lunatic!

Totally crazy.

Why does he think we're together?

I guess it looks that way from a distance.

It really does.

- Okay, let's keep going. - All right.

Is something wrong?

One second, sorry.

Are you okay?

Do you have any painkillers?

Did it seize up again?

Wait, wait.

Look over there.

You don't need a pill. You need to rest at home for a month.

- Want me to take you home? - I'll take a pill first.

You've taken them all.

I'll go get some.

Okay?

Here.

Sit down.

- Easy... - Yeah, yeah, I've got you.

Here.

Wait, wait.

What are you doing?

You're such an idiot. Why don't you take a day off?

- With all this work? - Screw the work...

I'm off.

Thanks, honey.

That'll be six ninety, please.

Here's your receipt.

- Goodbye. Have a nice day. - Thanks, goodbye.

- Here you go. Thanks, goodbye. - Goodbye.

Why are you following me?

I'm not following you.

Then what are you doing here?

I came to get some bandages for my mother.

I only talked to you so I wouldn't be rude.

But now you're really bothering me.

But I like talking to you.

Don't mix everything up.

I'm not that girl from your story.

Got it?

Sit down.

No, thanks.

Then go throw those damn mice out.

Can I keep them while I'm here for the next few days?

Why?

I killed their mother.

Sit down.

Did you see her?

- Who? - The girl across the street.

No.

Then what are you doing with her notebook?

I stole it from her.

What?!

On the subway.

Why'd you do that?

I wanted to get to know her.

You're crazy. You've completely lost it.

Why did you keep my writings?

I wanted to read them.

The motor on the right-hand roll-up door was broken.

And the receiver for the remote on the left one had stopped working.

- Will you be done soon? - Yes, almost done.

That lunatic completely ruined our schedule today.

Because of that moron, are the shutters going to stay closed all day?

Next time, I'm calling the cops.

I don't think he'll show up again.

You said that last time, too.

It's not my fault!

Honey, it's four o'clock. Don't you have an MRI?

Damn it.

What about this project, then?

We have to turn it in tomorrow morning!

We'll take care of it, don't worry. You shouldn't have even come to work with your back like that.

Come on, let's go.

Theo...

Yes?

Do you think you can finish it tonight?

Nita and I will stay

until we finish it.

Come on.

Go home and rest after your MRI.

What?

It's getting interesting! This is so cool!

Is anyone here?

Is anyone there?

Who's there?

- What happened? - Maria...

- What are you doing here? - My back.

Please, can you help me up?

Wait.

Lean on me.

Sit here.

Wait right here,

I'll go get help.

No, it's not necessary, please.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I came to open the windows like I do every day and let some fresh air in.

I saw the light on and thought I'd see who was here.

I came to look at the building across the street.

Some guy over there is always watching us.

Who is he?

I don't know, some young guy.

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

I've known the people in that building for years, but...

I don't know the young writer.

Is something wrong?

No, I was just curious to see who he is.

- Let me help you. - Thanks.

- Should I call your coworkers? - No need. They'll worry.

- Thanks, Maria. - Take care.

Sorry again.

Hello?

Sylvie, can you talk?

Yes.

Is that guy who worked at your house still there?

Yeah, why?

He did something weird.

Why did you do that?

What?!

Why'd you give my story to him?!

Why?

I wanted to see what he thought.

Really? So?

He really liked it.

He said, 'You wrote an amazing story.'

You or me?

You threw it away.

Then what did you give him to read?

I picked it up and recopied it.

And you told him you wrote it yourself? Yeah!

- You said that? - I'm sorry.

You're a fraud.

Pack your things and leave.

My paycheck?

Ask whoever brought you here.

Don't forget to leave the keys.

Excuse me, should I take the books in this room, too?

Yes.

One more time?

No, that was good.

How much is left?

A lot.

Want to come in early tomorrow and finish it?

Let's finish it tonight.

I'm really hungry.

Order something.

What about you?

I'm good.

Come on, let's take a break.

Let's get some fresh air, then we'll continue.

Okay, let's go.

- Great. - Just let me finish this.

Good evening.

- How are you? - Hi.

How's your grandson?

- Has he started school? - Yeah.

He's adorable.

Thanks.

By the way, did you find that guy?

What guy?

The guy across the street, the writer.

How do you know about that?

Your coworker was looking for him.

He's being overly sensitive. It's nothing important.

Nita...

Yes?

Look, you're like a daughter to me...

I need to tell you something.

Is something wrong?

A little earlier today, your colleague was in the apartment next door.

I started wondering if maybe he was watching you.

Maybe he really went there

to find that guy's window.

I don't know.

Why would he spy on us?

I don't know.

Maybe he thinks there's something going on between us.

Why would he think that?

You know your brother better than I do.

What do you mean?

He doesn't trust anyone.

He's suspicious of everyone.

Even me?

Maybe me, too.

I can't believe it.

What?!

Why are you staring at me?

I'm just thinking...

What kind of fantasy Nico's had about us...

Does he think that whenever he's gone,

we sleep together?

Excuse me...

We're closing in five minutes.

Are you okay?

Don't worry.

Forget it...

It kind of makes sense.

His concern.

Concern about what?

Do I need to spell it out?

You're really attractive.

You...

Come on, please.

For a man, that's more than enough...

to make him suspicious.

You're his brother.

Yeah, I'm his brother,

but much younger.

Come on.

Didn't that guy in his novel write the same thing?

I'm sure there's a reason.

Forget it.

- It's late, and we still... - Wait.

Come sit down. We've got time.

It's just...

Let me look at you.

What are you doing...?

No, Theo, no.

Theo, no.

Stop.

Please, stop.

Stop!

Stop!

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what came over me...

Forgive me, Nita.

Don't come near me!

Don't talk to me.

- Nita... - Stay right there!

I don't know why I did that.

- I'm so sorry... - Don't talk!

I didn't mean it. Forgive me...

Damn it!

Damn it.

Please, let me talk...

I don't know what came over me.

I lost control of myself, I'm so ashamed.

I'm so ashamed!

I can't believe it.

Nita, please.

I just want us to talk...

Wait a minute, please.

Come sit down and talk to me, please?

I'll walk you to the station.

Wait, please!

I lost control for a second. I don't know why I did that.

I just want us to sit down and talk for a minute.

Let me go or I'll call the police.

I followed you so I could give you something I wrote.

What are you doing? What are you doing to her?

It's nothing. Leave her alone.

You go.

What do you want?

Nothing. I just wanted to give her something.

Why, asshole?

I wanted to know what she thought.

Why are you acting like this?

Did you write that shitty novel?

You want to know what I think, too?

- Please. - Why don't you ask me?

You want to know what I think?

Please, leave me alone.

Leave us the hell alone!

That's enough, Theo!

Let her go!

Let me see.

Are you okay?

Get lost.

Go.

Cut it out!

Asshole.

Leave him alone.

Asshole!

Get over here!

Get back here, you bastard!

I said stop!

Wait!

I'm calling the cops.

Can you really be a writer without ever having written a single line?

If you have no talent except for imagination,

lying,

and the occasional petty theft.

When you don't even know when or where

or from which mother's womb you were thrown into this world's chaos?

What happened?!

Theo...

Hey.

You didn't go home last night?

No, I was working.

Are you done?

Almost.

What happened to your eye?

- What happened? - Nothing.

Let me see.

I'm fine.

I got into a fight.

With who?

That bastard across the street.

The writer?

He showed up on the subway.

He started harassing Nita.

Did you call the cops?

No, he took off.

Unbelievable.

We can't go on like this.

That guy's sick.

After last night, he won't come back.

Do you know which apartment is his?

No.

What about Nita? Does she know?

I don't know.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I tried calling you,

but you didn't answer.

I didn't hear it.

Are you sure you're okay?!

Yeah.

- Was this guy around here this morning? - Who?

- The guy who was bothering you. - No.

Do you know which apartment is his?

No.

Where are you going?

I'll be right there.

Hi.

You're here.

I fell asleep here last night.

Must be nice that you were able to sleep.

Did you forget your promise?

You don't remember?!

That you weren't going back to work.

Nita, I apologized.

We can't ruin our lives

over one momentary mistake.

I need this job.

Can't we find a way to move past this?

No.

I can't.

He's more than a brother to me.

He's my whole life.

Hello, ma'am.

Sorry to bother you. I work across the street.

I'm looking for a young man who lives around here.

- Who? - I don't know him.

I haven't seen him. Apparently, he writes.

The one your coworker hit last night?

You know him?

What do you want with him?

I just want to talk to him for a minute.

About what?

To give him a warning.

If he keeps it up, I'll come back with the police next time.

Okay.

So you're sure he'll stop?

Yes.

I'm sure.

Thanks.

Did you read his story?

Yes.

Do you know what he saw that made him write those things about us?

He didn't see anything special.

Then what are these bullshit things he wrote?

What don't you like about it?

His story has nothing to do with us.

If it has nothing to do with you, why are you so angry?

Do you know how a duck gets inside a bottle?

Excuse me?

A duck...

How does it get into the bottle?

I don't understand what you mean.

Imagination.

The duck is real, and the bottle is real,

but the duck in the bottle isn't real.

It's just imaginary.

There's nothing to be upset about.

- So? - It's all settled!

Her mother promised she wouldn't show up again.

Where's Nita?

She's over there.

What time is it? We're really late.

She won't bother you anymore.

Ready to go?

Her mother says everything she wrote is fictional.

Everything's fine. Let's go.

So, shall we start?

You promised you'd leave within a week. I found an apartment too,

and I drew up a contract for you.

Cancel it.

What happened?

Just explain it to me!

Explain it!

Keep your voice down.

- She's asleep. - What do you mean, she's asleep?

What is she doing here?

Why is she just lying there asleep?!

Damn it, sit down for a second!

We agreed to sell it and split the money.

That's right, but I'm telling you, I've changed my mind.

- Why? - I want to stay.

Half of this apartment is mine.

Go sell your half.

What idiot would buy half a place?

No, no, no!

No, you have to move out.

How dare you decide what happens to my life?

- You can't just go back on your word! - Don't talk to me like that in my house!

- Your house? - Yes, this is my house!

I've lived here my whole life. You can't talk to me like that in my own home.

Listen...

This baby is due in five months.

I was counting on that money.

I really need it.

I'm sorry.

You want to go to court?

If that's what you want, fine. I'll drag you to court too.

I can't leave this place.

I can go if you want.

You're not going anywhere.

That was good.

Are we done?

See you.

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

I'm going out for some fresh air.

Want me to come with you?

No, I'll be back soon.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because of that guy.

Did something happen?

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

I don't feel well.

I need to take some time off.

Now, with all this work piling up?

I know...

But I can't work.

What do you mean?

I'm exhausted.

Okay, go home today. We'll talk tomorrow.

Please find someone to replace me.

You've got to be kidding! We're way behind.

How am I supposed to find someone to replace you overnight?

Wait... Please, sit down.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

You were fine yesterday.

Is this about that whole awful mess?

Not at all.

Then what is it?

He's changed a little.

Who?

Theo?

I don't want to talk about him.

Why?

Because he's your brother.

Then why did you ask me to come here?

To tell you I don't want to come to work anymore.

Did something happen between you two?

He apologized a hundred times.

For what?

For trying to sexually assault me.

Tell me exactly what he did.

He tried.

How?

Damn it...

Get up. Let's go.

I can't face him anymore.

I need to talk to him.

What are you going to say?

I'll say...

I have no idea what to say to him.

Damn it...

What a mess this was in the middle of this damn project.

Hi.

Thanks.

Is this the first time?

Yes.

Before this, had he ever...

said or done anything strange?

No, never.

Are you sure?

- Does it matter? - It matters to me.

Did he do it out of the blue, or had he already made up his mind?

I hadn't noticed anything.

But there must've been something that made you suspicious.

Suspicious of whom?

Him?

Or maybe me.

What are you talking about?

You think I don't know why you went into the unit next door yesterday?

I need to figure out what the hell to do.

If I fire him now, what happens to the project?

What happens to the company?

Let's put everything on hold for now.

You mean I should go back to work and pretend nothing happened?

I'll deal with him myself.

As soon as I find a replacement.

For now, we have to put up with him for the project's sake.

What do you expect me to do?

I don't expect anything.

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

Please, try to understand me.

You know...

I don't understand you anymore, and I don't want to try.

Look... I'll find a way to get rid of him.

Nita...

I think it's because of the new side effects...

The doctor had mentioned them.

They said something like this could happen.

Anyway...

You need to rest now...

What happened?! You're not alone?

Nico... just walked in.

Say hi to him for me.

Sure.

I'll be back soon, okay?

I'm going to lie down.

Charline says hi.

- Hi, Nico. - Hi.

Is your back feeling better?

Hey... how are you?

Not great.

See you soon.

Okay, so look, I...

What time is it? I'll do my best.

Nico...

I might have to leave early so I can take him to the hospital.

Of course.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Hi.

Hi.

I came to get my notebook.

Which notebook?

She's confessed to everything.

I'll tell her to bring it to you.

I don't work there anymore.

Come in.

Do you want to give it to her yourself?

No.

Here.

Is something wrong?

No.

Everything's completely... normal.

Did you tell her I'm here?

Yes.

What she wrote is really beautiful.

It's a great start.

See you tomorrow.

Are you driving?

Do you have a car?

Yeah.

Wait downstairs, I'll ride with you partway.

Sure.

Excuse me?

Do you have a pen?

Thanks.