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Hold on.

I'll give you a push.

Okay,

stop. Stop.

Hold on a second.

Turn your wheels a little bit to the left.

Okay, go!

It's three degrees above freezing point, and yet it is snowing, said Urof to his

daughters.

The thaw is only on the surface of the earth.

There is quite a different temperature at a greater height in the atmosphere.

Urof had two lives.

One open, seen.

and known by all who cared to know full of relative truth

and relative falsehood and

another life running its course in secret

everything that was essential of interest and of

value to him

Everything in which he was sincere and everything in which he did not deceive

himself was hidden from other people.

And all that was false in him was exposed.

His hair was already beginning to turn gray.

He had grown so much older, so much plainer during the last few years.

He rested his hands on Anna's shoulders, warm and quivering, quivering,

quivering. He felt compassion for this life, still so warm and lovely, but

probably already not so much. I think I'm going to stop seeing Philip.

What?

My son, I'm going to stop seeing him.

Why?

I think he didn't help me anymore.

I told him about a dream I had.

I have to pee.

He started giving appointments in the basement of the hospital.

There was no wall, no door, nothing.

We were talking.

And I was getting closer and closer to him while driving with my wheelchair.

We were sitting.

I want our knees to be glued together.

Do you understand?

Yes. Do you understand?

Yes.

So I asked him if he was gay.

But he didn't answer.

So I asked again, but he didn't answer.

Do you think he's gay?

I don't know.

In my dream, it was clear that he was, but I still asked, I wanted him to tell

me.

Fuck.

I got on it.

I was riding it, I was undressing like for... I was trying to make it bend, you

know?

And I said to him...

Imitate me now.

Imitate me now.

And stay calm.

Impassive.

In the end, you really pissed me off.

As if I had betrayed him.

He was so disappointed in me.

Well, I'll be back on Tuesday.

Don't you want my plants? Don't you want my condo?

Good luck with Mrs. VP.

I didn't know you had started to shave.

He felt compassion for this life still so warm and lovely

But probably already not far from beginning to fade and wither like his

own Why did she love him so much?

He always seemed to women different from what he was

And they loved in him, not himself, but the man created by their imagination,

whom they had eagerly been seeking all their lives.

And afterwards, when they noticed their mistake,

they loved him all the same, but not one of them had been happy with him.

Time passed.

He got on with them, parted, but he had never once loved.

It was anything you liked but not love.

Only now, when his head was grey, had he fallen properly, really in love for the

first time in his life.

It seemed as though, in a little while, a new and splendid life would begin.

But the most complicated and difficult part of it was only just beginning.

Thank you.

And with Mrs. VP, did you make love?

Of course.

She even asked me to sit in her face and everything.

In her face or on her face?

On her face.

The big class.

Yeah, it's not bad.

And then, did you start to get paranoid that you have a lot of diseases, a lot

of MTS?

No, I don't want that.

Do you want me to look at it closely?

Hey, calm down, calm down. We should stop doing that, Madeline. Not now.

I'll explain that in my next book. Not now.

Most of the time it seems like Anna didn't even like Gaurav.

She's always crying.

She's crying because she doesn't want to love him and because she doesn't love

him.

But he despises women.

Where does it say that?

Well, he cheats on his wife.

Congratulations, you read the synopsis.

Well, he says they're a lesser race.

But he also says Gaurav's at ease around women.

But how can you be at ease around someone you hate?

It's easy.

How's that?

He's comfortable around them because he despises them.

Like he's insecure.

Okay.

Does anyone want to contest that?

Can you support your argument?

I was surprised to see you at the reading the other night.

I was surprised there weren't more of us.

No faculty.

I saw you come in and I got really stressed suddenly.

Why's that?

Well, I thought you might catch on that I didn't really understand what I was

reading.

You seemed confident enough.

I was hoping you could clarify it for me.

Sure. Which part?

Hold on, can I just read it to you? Yeah.

The attitude of Anna Sergeyevna, the lady with the dog, to what had happened

was very grave, as though it were her fall.

Her face dropped and faded.

And on both sides of it, her hair hung down mournfully, like the woman who was

a sinner in an old-fashioned picture.

It's wrong, she said.

You will be the first to despise me now.

There was a watermelon on the table.

Gaurav cut himself a slice and began eating it without haste.

There followed at least half an hour of silence.

I'm missing something.

She's suffering, but he... He doesn't feel any remorse.

Oh.

Do you think he's callous?

Callous? Cruel.

No.

I just thought the image, the juicy pink pulp of the fruit,

he ate it slowly.

There's just what you're reading and what it feels like you're reading.

Well, you're reading whatever it is you think you're reading.

You know, it's none of my business, but if you want to work on your accent, I

can help.

What's wrong with my accent? Nothing. It's just... there.

And you have an accent too?

Can I use your password? Sorry.

Yes, Yen.

Can I use your password for the copy machine?

3344. Thank you. Sorry.

Well, thank you, sir.

Mercedes. You didn't by any chance leave something outside my door this morning?

Huh?

This morning, did you leave something on... outside my door?

Here? No. No, you know what, I'm sorry. Never mind.

What was it?

No, it's okay.

What was it?

Nothing.

I put two hours in the freezer.

It's gonna be okay.

Were you in love with me?

What do you mean?

No, seriously.

That's not the right question.

Were you in love with you?

Nope.

But it doesn't matter.

It's not anyone's fault.

I was neither your uncle, nor your coach.

Stop it.

What?

Stop pathologizing me. No, but it's true.

Anyway, it's not even said in French, pathologize.

Yes, it's said. Okay, perfect, it's said.

I'll come back to help with that.

I have to go back to work.

Okay.

Hello, Johnny.

I applied for the editor opening.

Oh, that's good.

They won't even interview me because I never finished my degree.

Translating is not so bad.

You could always try McGill part-time.

Or I can go back to the Sorbonne, and we could all live in Paris for a while, be

near my family.

If I go to Paris, I can't be English chair.

You're still writing for the girls?

You know, we do have all the classics.

We have Milne, Rackham, Potter.

Harry, right?

Okay, fine.

I'm not saying to stop.

So what are you saying?

I don't know.

Nothing, I guess.

You want to write something for them, too?

Or I can just read them Chekhov.

Mercedes, are you okay?

I just wanted to drop off my essay.

Follow me.

So what can I get you?

Mint tea, please.

Sure. And for yourself?

You can relax.

Pardon? I show up at your office looking a little roughed up.

You're thinking, my dad?

My boyfriend? I didn't assume. I just... Well, I couldn't ignore it.

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

I'm not embarrassed.

Are you?

So what happened?

I walked into a bookshelf.

Believe me, I wish it was a euphemism.

Don't say that.

It would make for a better story anyway.

Sorry to disappoint.

So you are... you're alright then?

How un-alright would I have to be?

For what?

If you didn't understand the Chekhov text, why did you decide to read it the

other night?

Because my own stuff hasn't quite made it into the canon.

I don't know.

I guess it seemed important.

It's the perfect short story.

I've been going back to it most of my adult life.

So you, you write?

I try.

You? I mean, I know you used to, but still?

Yes, yeah.

I'd love to read your newer stuff.

Oh yeah? So you can give me some feedback?

I'm sorry, I just... Do you write in French?

English. Oh yeah? Why is that?

I don't know.

It takes a lot longer.

A lot longer.

But it helps me to get out of... I don't know.

Myself, I guess.

I want to have dinner with you.

I'll get the other side if it helps. No, don't do that.

Yeah, not very appetizing.

It's always been against my principles to fraternize with the students.

Okay.

What are you looking for?

Oh, nothing. Just, um... What time are you coming

home tonight?

It's hard to say. He just got his divorce papers, so he's in rough shape.

Could you try to be home for ten?

Well, John will probably only be shaving at ten.

We're feeding eight people tomorrow.

I could really use a little help.

Okay. I'll try.

And I have some good news too, so... Okay. No, 10 o'clock. Sounds good.

If you tell me what you're looking for, maybe I can help you.

It's just an old album that John lent me in a past life.

Which album?

Fingerprints. Big Moira.

It's in the drawer. It should be right in front of you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You want the old one?

Audrey thinks she's writing a novel.

She wants to be a novelist too?

Not too.

I publish conference papers and run a department so she can pretend she is the

next Dan Brown.

Still. You wrote a great novel.

I wrote a mid-list collection of short stories, my friend.

That's all.

Are you two fighting a lot?

No.

No. Never.

We never fight.

We, uh... pass each other in the stairs.

Man and wife can't help quarreling if they love each other

Check off

It's different for you Having kids sort of prevents

you from moving life's furniture around so easily

What's your favorite song?

I'ma play it on my own Cause I'm a big girl Tell me what's your

song? What's your favorite song?

I'ma play it on my own Cause I'm a big girl

Always wanted a scrappy hipster, but in my life

No. Yeah?

No. She's my student and she's too young.

What's the age you can set these days?

You got tips.

Okay, I gotta go.

I promised Audrey I'd help her out with dinner tomorrow.

Then go.

Another IPA and a glass of house red.

Get this one drunk.

I'm not going far.

I can get back out if you want.

Where are you going?

What? I'm taken with you.

As I think you know.

But I'm taken.

I have errands to run today, so I brought the girls to Claire's. Can you

pick them up at 4?

It's 11.30 here.

Okay, yeah, I... I have to go to the office so I can get them later.

Three bottles of red wine, please.

Hello. Hi.

It's Benjamin Roberts.

Hi.

Hi.

So...

Were you waiting for me behind the door?

Come in.

It's a very nice place you have.

Thank you.

You want some tea?

Please.

Vanilla? Mint?

Ginger?

Fungal tamer?

Mint, please.

Looks like you're healing nicely.

How do you pay for this place?

My parents pay for it.

Somehow I forgot that you would have parents.

How did I get here?

I brought you here.

Leave it.

Is that okay?

Oh No,

not that old guy she thought It's just what happens now

you take off my clothes and then

I'm sorry

Mercedes

I can't remember the last time I felt as alive as I do right here with you on

this sofa.

It's okay.

I won't undress you. I'll... I'll amputate myself and we can be just

friends.

How could a girl have eaten a watermelon?

Sorry,

I... Have you been waiting long?

How did your corrections go?

I haven't made a dent.

Oh, I thought you were at school.

I was.

I'm over.

It was slow.

Should we bring anything tonight?

Oh, shit.

I was supposed to get wine.

Richard will grab something good from the cellar.

I can't hear.

I went to the office today.

Okay.

I had a meeting with that colleague I introduced you to.

Last night.

Where did this meeting take place?

My colleague's office.

Well, that should work out for all of you, I guess.

Don't bait me.

Get laid, get fired, move to Paris.

Why don't we get Audrey in here and picture that angle?

I think I might be serious.

I've known you for 20 years.

You're not that guy.

You aren't eating?

Karina, are you going to eat that?

Okay, pass it over here.

Merci. Psst, Erica.

Where is it?

It's for the kids.

You've never been so clean here.

Grandma is dead.

Huh?

You saw that again?

Yesterday.

Sympathetic.

Can I do something?

You could suck on me.

No, I don't want to.

Well, no, you don't want to.

Come on, you know I don't want to. Think about it.

I wouldn't be late if you'd suck on me. I'm not asking you that.

Not seriously.

Excuse me, it's not funny today.

Do you have something to drink?

That's your bottle from last year.

Were

you

waiting for someone?

No, it's Tonton.

You hate that, don't you?

How long has it been?

I bought it today.

You weren't thirsty, were you?

Stop it, it's just the old people who drink mint.

You can't help it.

Do you want me to go with you?

Yes.

Yeah, but they say most divorces are caused by money-related disputes.

Why does he always have men like that?

He's a joker, he's a joker. No, it's simply because he doesn't like himself

anymore.

about the renovations they haven't even paid the contractor yet they are flat

broke

okay

guys i have good news oh i finished my novel

congratulations thank you it's nicely done sweetheart that's

great

Seriously?

Who is it?

C'est Noir Noir in Paris.

A few months ago they asked to read the manuscript but I figured it was a long

shot so I didn't say anything.

And I didn't want to seem like a loser.

No, of course.

And they loved it. Of course, I have some editing to do, but they want to

launch it in the summer.

This summer?

I can't wait to read it, even if it goes right over my head. Don't worry, it

won't.

A toast to making dreams come true.

Congratulations,

Audrey. It's fantastic.

Stop, stop, stop.

Okay.

What's going on with you?

I hope that's not Claire's influence.

What?

She did us a favor.

They're getting spoiled. They don't know the value of a dollar.

A box is only 89 cents.

You're all more than happy to spend my money.

Okay, get out of me.

Get out.

You're more than happy to keep me from making my own.

Why... Why aren't you interested in my dreams?

Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a child.

You know, I sacrificed my dreams a long time ago.

You were living in Paris and you were with that asshole and you were miserable

and I brought you over here and I gave you a new life.

And two beautiful girls.

Et alors?

C'est tout?

The end?

You know, if I finished my PhD, I could earn more and we could both have more

time to write.

I'm gonna take the girls out of that private school.

Put them in public.

I don't want them to turn into egocentric snobs.

You keep everyone in this house from having the education you have.

Oh,

Ben,

I was wondering if you got the exam schedule yet.

Yes. Yes, I do, actually.

I want to post my extra office hours so they'd have no excuses.

Here you go.

Thanks. No problem.

Uh, Ben?

This is, uh, this is a student's class schedule.

Oh.

Weird.

Um, I don't know how that got in there. Hold on a second, I'm gonna... It's

okay. I'll get it from you later.

Are you ok?

You won't

make me your Mercedes chicken, will you?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Thank you.

Hey. Hi.

Where are you going?

And how would you like to pay?

Is cash okay?

Yes, but I'll still need your credit card to complete your check-in.

For incidentals.

Do you have a credit card?

Why?

What is it for?

It's for incidentals. They won't actually use it. It's just...

If we do this, I will have fucked a married man.

You're already fucking a married man.

My dad's gonna have 20 questions about this.

What?

$9 from a minibar on a Wednesday afternoon.

Continue.

I have to.

What's this?

That's some of my new stuff.

New?

Dive!

So? What?

What do you think?

Oh.

It looks efficient.

Have you started your term paper? I can't understand anything.

I thought it seemed pretty straightforward.

Sorry, I was trying to come up with something interesting to say. Oh, good.

Yeah, totally confusing.

Totally confusing.

Hey, if you explain the assignment to me, I'll buy you a slice of pizza.

I don't know.

Well, I'll put you in my class and you go on.

I'm going to start in a moment.

Oh, fuck me.

Whoa, Professor.

Hey.

Hi, Dave.

Uh, Mercedes is here too.

You wanna join us?

And women like his wife, capricious, unreflecting, domineering,

an intelligent woman no longer in their first youth.

And when Gurov grew cold to them, their beauty excited his hatred, and the

lace on their linen seemed to him like scales.

You're right.

Beautiful story.

What?

My editor wants to meet with me and I'm going.

There's lasagna in the fridge.

Gollis!

Hi Can I come in?

Come on I haven't seen you

in a while

And? How was your date with Dave?

I tried to help him with the paper, but I might have just confused him.

Could you concentrate on ruining my life?

And let other guys fuck up on their own?

I know.

I'm sorry.

TP It's just I Feel it's easy not to feel jealous of other men

when I'm inside you And

After not seeing each other for a while and

all these

Inoffensive young boys swirling around you make me feel uneasy.

And?

Nothing.

I just wanted to see you.

I think she's slipping away from me.

And not unconsciously either. I mean, strategically.

Good. So make a clean getaway.

I am in love with her.

Jesus.

Some young girl sucks your dick, and you unbuckle all emotional restraints. I

can't lose her. I just can't.

You're dropping everything in your life that's valuable and ordinary.

Exactly. It's ordinary.

What's wrong with being ordinary?

Nothing.

Let her go.

Episodes of CSI start like this.

Themes of boredom and futility were probably inspired by the serf

emancipation reform in Russia in 1861.

That boredom created a space of transcendence

for Gurov and Anna when they are together, but when

they are apart,

Kurov kept walking up and down the street by the fence, waiting for his

chance.

He loathed the gray fence more and more, and by now he thought irritably that

Anna Sergeyevna had forgotten him.

But she was perhaps already amusing herself with someone else.

And that was very natural in a young woman who had nothing to look at from

morning till night.

but that confounded fence.

David? So, are we going to spend all semester on a 25-page story?

I stock the fridge.

Don't forget to eat.

So, what are you guys gonna do?

Girls, I can't find my book. Have you seen it?

Which book?

Where did you get that?

What? What is it?

What's the matter?

Oh, whoa, whoa, okay, okay.

Oh, no.

Sweetie, go back to bed. Your sister's not feeling well.

Hi, did I wake you?

No, no, what's wrong? The girls are sick and they won't stop throwing up and I

don't know what to do. I don't even know where the thermometer is.

Everything okay?

How come I get to have everything I want?

And I know it's only for a minute.

And soon everything around us is gonna go to hell.

What is it?

My favorite thing to eat is leftover Kraft dinner.

Reheat it with ketchup.

Okay.

I have this bad habit of biting my fingernails and spilling them out on the

floor.

Je laisse pourrir de la bouffe dans mon frigo.

J'achète du shampoing à 50 piastres, puis j'ai pas de job.

J'ai un chien en peluche dans un tiroir qui s'appelle Johnny.

Comme... Depp.

J'ai lu tous les livres de Shopaholic.

Je suis concentrique.

Insécure.

Manipulatrice. Hey.

Hey.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm trying to figure out whether you think that telling me these things will

make you less attractive to me.

Because you consider them defects of character.

Or more attractive.

Because telling them builds intimacy.

I think I already knew most of these things about you anyway.

But I also know that... that you are a miracle.

A felicitous combination.

And that you'll probably go through life both untroubled by your extraordinary

qualities and surprised at the glamour that they excite in other people.

And this, among other things, is why I love

you.

It's not an exchange of hostages.

There's also the possibility that the list was just a stylish way of you

saying goodbye to me.

If you've become so unhappy to know me that you have to say goodbye, don't do

it like that.

My Anna.

It tastes like licorice.

What is it?

Hey, what is it?

I just feel really fucked up.

Mercedes, you're young, and that comes with a

harshness, both to yourself and to me.

It's a severe edge that life has a way of sanding down.

We are going to be amazing.

I don't think I can.

Then what are you doing with me?

What are you doing to me?

What?

I told her.

What?

I told her.

What?

I feel like I killed her.

How are your parents?

Oh, dad is looking a little thin, but mom is compensating.

And your flight?

I'm still cold.

We're at 30,000 feet.

And, uh... Your novel?

Good.

Everything is signed and ready.

It should be released in the fall.

Professor Roberts, you should come to this reading.

Thank you.

That looks stunning on you Special occasion?

Yes?

Slow down, please.

Are you in a rush?

No.

Christine has a guest pass for your girl tonight.

I want to check it out.

Tonight's not good. I told John I was going to help him find a new place.

But a guest pass is only good for tonight.

Get a babysitter.

I've been with the girls all week. I could use a break.

Parents don't get breaks.

Says the woman who goes to Paris and spends her days novel writing fine Did

you ever find that album you were looking for for John

yeah

I'm gonna go in

them.

It's gonna get some milk

Henry woke up at almost zero hour in the cold morning house to the sound of his

oldest daughter Leslie who had popped up out of sleep to shout to her father that

she had an insect in her ear.

You're Anna Sergeyevna?

Is she young?

Beautiful?

Intelligent?

You slept with her.

Henry woke up at almost zero hour in the cold morning house

to the sound of his oldest daughter, Leslie, who had popped up out of sleep

to shout to her father that she had an insect in her ear.

I'm going out.

Stay with the girls.

Henry attended to her and read to her and then looked after his baby girl

Sophie who would not accept the pacifier and insisted on the bottle.

And as she was drinking and Henry was changing her diaper, he thought about

Helen, that they could never be together.

And then Leslie, in her sleep, said very distinctly, that's not true.

And glancing sideways at that galaxy of guilt and disgrace, Henry could suddenly

contemplate, even calculate, the smash-up, the carnage.

perhaps even the surviving.

You write really well.

Thank you.

It's a sad story.

Painful.

Have one more tea?

Yeah, it's mine.

Hey. Hey!

That was great.

Oh, thank you.

I got a table over here.

Bonne soirée.

Tell me what to say.

Fuck you.

Thank you.

Tell me what to say.

Tell me what I'm supposed to feel because I don't know.

Jesus.

It's me, right?

Are you still writing about me?

Yes.

Read it to me.

Which part?

Whichever.

No.

No. This part.

Here.

To Henry, it felt like hypocrisy, wanting to hold

onto the safe minimum dose of him, no matter how his vital signs might

flutter.

She wanted, somehow, to put the genie back in the bottle.

She wanted, somehow...

to be able to love him and not love him at the same time.

She wanted, somehow, to throw herself at the danger and the pain

of loving him, but realized that what she needed was comfort

and safety.

It's good.

Ben? It's okay.

It's okay.

On my phone.

You keep going, it's 132.

You follow it all the way, up to 198.

Come on, you'll see.

It's like the water rising in the air.

You won't see the difference between the sky and the sea.

It's really beautiful.

It's really far.

I had a dream last night.

I was riding the Park 80 bus.

The driver, a woman, was new and learning.

Her instructor, another woman, sat to her right and behind her,

while another employee sat behind her to her left.

All women.

All talkative and high-spirited.

The bus stopped.

Children got on.

A little basket with morsels of cake was passed around.

Some talk of buying wine.

A festive atmosphere.

Then, we were mounting the slope towards Mont-Royal.

And from over the crest of the snowy park, we saw people running towards us.

And behind them, a helicopter.

The helicopter was shooting.

It was shooting at the running people.

And then, we saw it fire rockets at the tall building at Parc des Pins.

And the snow of the park erupted in huge blue flashes of bombs going off.

And then the bus began to sway and babies screamed.

Would it kill you to say what you mean?

Ben, it's over.

Ben, I've been phasing you out of my feelings. Ben, I don't love you anymore.

Don't explain my actions to me. Explain them to me! Explain them to me!

No, no, no.

I wish I could give you some sense of the things I see in you.

You love me, Mercedes.

You're running away.

Arrête ta gueule! Arrête quoi?

Arrête quoi?

Dis-le, s'il te plaît, Mercedes.

Dis-le.

We drove through black clouds of smoke.

To our left the pavement was piled up in a high ridge of broken slabs.

The door of the bus opened and panicking riders hurled themselves out onto the

rushing road.

We were moving very fast.

The driver was now a man.

It's war, a voice said.

And another, it's civil war.

I woke up.

I met a girl from the east side.

I met her in the park.

As the sun began its daily slide, and the clouds were getting dark,

I brought her to a hotel, took her right there in the hall.

Her eyes, they filled with glory as my ring scraped the wall.

There's a devil at every corner, there's a devil in every seat.

A devil in every soul, a devil inside of me.

We ran into each other one evening. There was a man holding

her hand.

She pretended not to see me, but we...

Both knew she had I Paid my tab and left the bar then she came

running to my car seat meet me back at the hotel There's a

devil at every corner there's a devil in every scene a

Devil in every soul devil inside of

me

Weeks go by and crumble.

There's a shadow in my own.

Between my breaths, I stumble.

I just want to be alone.

Ain't no lie a man can hide. I try my best to choke my heart. But every time I

close my eyes, I see her in the pot.

There's a devil at every corner. There's a devil in every scene.

A devil in every soul.

A devil inside of me.

There's a devil at every corner. There's a devil in every scene.

A devil in every soul.

A devil inside.

with me.