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He helped me kick the habit.

He switched my bennies with placebos.

Thanks to him I ranked 30th on my exam.

Your turn to talk.

November 21, two days before he died.

We had dinner together, a blowout.

Fine cheeses, vintage wines.

We got plastered.

My turn.

First, thanks for being here.

He'd have been real happy.

It's been a year. A year already.

It's hard to eulogize someone you admire.

Why's that?

Did you see that Hotel Rwanda is on next week?

It's a powerful film.

Erwan and I saw it in the theater and it really shook us up.

The next day he volunteered at Doctors of the World.

That was him: You'd think about it, he'd do it.

Here we go.

To the best of us.

To Erwan.

To Erwan!

To you, Erwan.

We were so into movies as teenagers.

I don't know if you remember it...

It'll come back to me.

Erwan was...

How can I say?

A real son of a bitch.

With everyone.

At school, at home, with me.

He was a son of a bitch.

We were watching this film and something clicked.

He must've figured out that bullies and the assholes lose.

So even if it's a drag,

the hard workers and the nice guys come out on top.

At that point his little brain must've started ticking away

and he figured,

"Dammit!

"Shit! If I'm gonna make it, I gotta be nice.

"So I'll go see Hotel Rwanda

"and we'll go volunteer,

"and I'll get laid."

Sorry, but I don't think that's it.

La Haine! That was the movie.

Pierrick, sorry, but that's not true.

- Definitely, with Vincent Cassel! - He wasn't like that.

After 3 years, you can write a book about him?

He was my best friend.

He was my brother.

Sorry, Pierrick, you can't hold against someone

something that happened when he was 14.

What's that voice that forgot its grammar?

What's your problem?

You're ruining everything!

- Ruining what? - Just the way you're talking.

Like he was a dick. Absolutely not!

Erwan was an amazing guy, that's all.

I'm not saying he was a dick. You calling my brother a dick?

What's wrong?

Everything's fine.

Relax. Take a breather.

How'd that go for you? Got any more good lines?

Enough already.

Wasn't I the least bit funny?

Honestly?

Honestly? You've got to stop.

This is that moment. I get it.

When I step in.

Yeah.

Stop. You're freaking me out.

I miss you.

I'm here.

I know you're sad. I'm sad, too. We're sad.

There's this thing I can't stop thinking about.

One more for the road.

You're a pain!

Was he funny?

Was he funny or did he bore you?

Wasn't he a drag? Don't want me to talk about it?

- I sure don't. - How'd you leave him?

You know very well.

It wasn't right with us.

- Is Erwan's money holding out? - In 6 months I blew...

Don't even know how.

What was that exam you're supposed to take?

- To be a librarian. - When is it?

Librarian.

It's in 2 weeks. I haven't studied.

Forget it.

And your love life?

Nada. Chastity belt.

- You haven't studied that either? - Nope.

Don't die yet!

I haven't drunk as much as you.

Tell me what I should do. I don't know.

I've got a plan.

A plan?

Just an idea.

I love your ideas.

- Maybe not this one. - I have none.

Good.

Still got your bike?

So go to the shed,

get your bike, go to the harbor and take the ferry.

I'm sending you to my dad's place to study

for the librarian exam.

It's beautiful. It's calm and idyllic.

By beautiful, you mean cold

and damp?

Right.

You need some space. Then we'll see.

Okay?

- That's sweet. - No, it's...

Really.

- It's no problem. - But no.

- Excuse me? - No.

No, what?

You gotta understand, it's an order.

Right now you're smashed.

But tomorrow you'll wake up and say, "I screwed up,

"I've been screwing up for a while."

That's what you'll do.

So tomorrow, I'll lay it on some more.

I'll text you.

Don't call me back.

No more talking.

Okay, alright.

I got it, okay?

So long.

Fuck! Goddammit!

Fuck!

Up a big hill, down, road to the right.

Down the hill and right?

Half Sister, Full Love

Sorry! Take it easy!

I must have the wrong house. Sorry.

Pierrick. Tessa's friend.

- Where's Tessa? - Not here.

She invited me, without her. I'm alone.

I didn't mean to scare you.

You didn't, huh?

Great.

Fantastic.

So you stand at the window for ages?

This is the thing:

I arrive on my bike, set it down...

Your sister said the key's in the jar.

To beat a dead horse, I'm telling you,

that's how it was.

- Just to be clear. - The doorbell?

The thing you push? You didn't...?

No one was supposed to be here. Why ring the bell?

Look, let's drop it and move on.

Can I see my room?

Your room?

- Is there a problem? - No, no problem.

Just tell me where I can find a hotel.

Lend me your phone, I'll call.

I'm outta here.

It's fine. I'll give you your room.

My sister invited you.

- Are you hungry? - Something quick.

Bananas.

That's a banana?

Yep.

Dried, but they're bananas.

I'll go crash if that's okay.

Sure, fine by me.

Are you always going to ask

if it's okay with me?

Where to?

Where's your room?

Please.

Take the door you just came in,

where we had our little showdown.

Go down the stairs to a sort of bunker.

You'll see a bedroom with big windows.

Past the creepy guy with the backpack?

Past the nutcase with her oar.

I see.

She sure scared me!

Good night.

Wonderful.

She gonna keep that up?

You okay?

Not asleep?

Don't worry, I'm a light sleeper.

Want a hand?

One, two...

Wanna drink?

No thanks.

I really tied one on last night. I gotta take it easy.

Just a little one.

So, you're on an island, 1 a.m.,

getting drunk and redecorating.

Things good, otherwise?

In your life?

Great, then.

So where's it go?

I dunno, forward.

You sure? I think it fits here. It works perfect.

I just got separated

after a 7-year relationship.

I see.

- Hence vodka. - Right, hence vodka.

- What about you? - Me?

I need some peace to study.

I asked your sister if I could come here.

Good thinking.

What's the exam?

To be a librarian.

A librarian?

A librarian.

You don't say.

Well, well.

How'd you picture me?

Shit!

Like she described you: fat and ugly.

What'd she say?

What can I tell you?

And this?

Burn it.

- In the fire? - Not really.

What do I know?

So what'd she say?

Your sister adores you.

She admires you and worships you.

She says you're amazing.

Got any sibs?

I had a brother.

Shit, I'm sorry.

- It's okay. - I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. - I knew that.

Don't be sorry.

I once had a brother, now I don't.

A jerk pulled out in front of him, and bam! No brother.

It is what it is. It sucks.

And that's a boat.

Not a boat, a tree house! Can't you tell?

I built it.

I build lots of stuff, like tree houses.

To your brother.

To your sister, too.

And your sister's sister.

- That means you. - Right.

I quit.

That's a little better.

Wow... My best friend's your sister.

Maybe slide it more...

So you and I have an in-law thing going.

I don't like it there.

- I do. - Well, I don't.

- I like it. - Gimme that.

It was better where it was before.

Back we go.

Keep going.

Go on, go on.

"Quack"? They're not ducks.

Turn it around?

- I like it there. - I say no.

A crate with buoys?

What's it for?

I dunno.

Okay.

The bastard!

Ta-da! My dad's stash.

I get it.

Good thing we're gonna slow down, coz... Just think.

This is good stuff.

Sorry, I cut you off.

And you were onto something...

- Was I? - Yeah.

I forget what it was.

It was about the bottom, because I said "bottle".

Right, the bottom. Of course.

I hit bottom.

You know, that thing that's cold

and damp

and dark and slippery. See what I mean?

I see perfectly.

That's the bottom.

It's not that I was... Well, yes.

I was totally in love with her.

But what I loved was

the person I could potentially become.

You see?

That's what I was in love with.

You see?

But...

I put myself on the back burner.

She was my pilot light. She even turned on the gas.

And now I'm totally in the dark.

That's uncool.

What is?

Leaving you in the dark.

I was like a bird in a cage.

She opened the cage and...

And nothing.

I didn't budge.

You know why?

Well, because...

I've forgotten how to fly.

I just sat there for 3 months

while she carried on with Manuela.

I didn't say her name was Manuela.

Or that she was 25?

She's probably very sweet. But...

I thought it would pass, so I sat there,

stuck, waiting,

waiting...

I dunno, for her to look at me.

For her...

to come back.

But she didn't.

Let's change the subject.

What do we talk about?

- I figured something out. - What's that?

- Coco... - Yeah?

- She's a shithead. - Why's that?

Because she is, sorry.

Because I can tell ya,

the girl sitting next to me... Sorry.

Suddenly I feel like digressing.

May I digress?

Digress all you want.

Okay.

Keep cool, coz I'm gonna say this to prove a point.

But it's about your butt.

My butt?

Why?

When I was looking for the key, you know...

You ogled my ass?

- You ogled my ass! - Yeah, but wait.

I was looking for the key. I go around.

Innocent, innocent. Looking for the key.

Total innocence. I look at the fireplace,

I happen to be on the porch, I see your butt.

- It's your fault. - My fault?

Yes, your fault.

You butt has a life of its own.

I'm delighted to hear it.

Because on top of it, your butt

is super soft.

How do you know?

Coz I could tell.

Sure. You're so weird.

So weird.

- I know. - Weird and crocked.

I know.

I know because I had a good look. I had myself a real good look.

- You enjoyed it? - I really did.

I'll tell you something else that's even more inappropriate.

But it's safe, given your sexual orientations.

This night

could have ended very differently.

Really?

Yup.

In a whole other universe I'd be super open to that.

Like if I weren't a lesbian you'd fuck me?

Is that it?

Yes... No.

Yes...

Hang on.

I'm just saying that to prove a point.

That you shouldn't feel rotten coz you got dumped.

I didn't get dumped. You didn't listen.

Sure I did.

I didn't get dumped because I'm the one who left.

It's like... our relationship had run its course.

Yeah.

But keep going. I liked what you were saying.

- Nothing, I... - It's out.

No, nothing...

- What? - Huh?

- What'd you say? - I dunno.

It's not a bad idea.

- Is it? - Sure.

You're afraid.

- Me, afraid? - You are.

I can tell.

- You're afraid. - I'm not.

Yes, you are.

I'm not afraid.

I've done guys before.

That's not what I'm saying.

I'll be frank.

What?

I steer clear.

I limit my sexual consumption.

You limit your sexual consumption? What's this nonsense?

My shrink agrees.

- You went overboard? - Way over.

- You had to cool it. - Way too much.

My shrink goes...

Yeah,

I gotta cut down.

It's true! And now I'm looking at your boobs.

It's huge!

Shit!

- What's the matter? - Shit.

- What's wrong? - I don't have any condoms.

I was gonna be alone.

I can find one. Hang on.

- I found one! - Me too, look.

- Hey! - What?

Yeah, okay.

Want me to do it?

I think I can handle it.

Straight to the point.

Perfect.

Just you wait, baby!

Feels so good.

Hang on.

I'll roll over.

- You... - Huh?

- You okay? - Yeah, fine.

I can help finish for you.

- No, I'm fine. - You're okay?

Alright.

- Good night, then. - Good night.

And thanks.

Thanks, because...

- There you go. - Thanks so much.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

She's here.

Your sister's here.

Which way should I go?

- Call if you need to. - Thanks, Michel!

Pierrick?

Hi, puppet!

Marie?

What're you doing here?

Sorry. I didn't know.

- You know what time it is? - I dunno. Around 10.

- What're you doing here? - Long story.

Did I wake you?

- Not at all. - Sorry.

Be right down.

I didn't know.

Love those bangs!

Not too short?

You look good too.

Hey!

What're you doing here?

Exercising?

- Out running? - Yeah.

It's good for the endorphins.

I feel better.

I left tons of messages. I was worried.

I dropped my phone off the ferry.

You must've flipped to see him.

What about your practice?

I gave Denis my appointments.

- What happened? - Here?

I've been sorting.

- I look dumb, sorry! - What?

I dunno. I'm...

I'm so happy to see both of you.

We're happy, too.

- I wanted you two to meet. - It's done.

I got an espresso machine. Want one?

Not for me.

You overdid it. Your hair's dripping.

Have you had breakfast?

All that running worked up an appetite.

Exercise'll do it.

Maybe the yellow's...

You slept here?

Don't change the sheets. I'll sleep downstairs.

No, I will.

Really, I'll go downstairs.

Don't bother. I'll take the sofa.

I wanna change them.

I'm really sorry because...

I didn't call, it's my fault.

But you don't call either.

Go on.

Don't come back!

- She stayed out? - She even stopped coming home.

What a slut!

- Don't call her a slut, please. - Sorry.

Stop apologizing! You apologize all the time.

Sorry.

I can't help it.

It was my fault.

I shouldn't have just stood there doing nothing.

I was like...

Last night I had a good metaphor to describe the state...

To talk about...

What was it?

You discussed it last night?

Among other stuff.

- What was it I said? - I don't...

- That's weird. - I forget.

What time do stores close?

For groceries? I brought tons of food.

You must've tried something...

Lend me your cell?

Tessa, your cell?

Use the landline.

Think it's really over?

I need to send a text.

- Can I send a text? - In my bag.

Brown with a gold thingy.

- It never happened before? - Can you get it for me?

I hate going through your bag!

What a pain.

I don't rummage...

in women's bags.

Denis?

- I'll be back. - Don't worry.

Hear me?

This is the story:

You were rearranging stuff, I came in.

We talked for 20 minutes.

So there's nothing fishy.

- You okay with that? - With what?

That she never finds out. I don't want her to.

Why not?

You're her sister. And I'm her best friend.

- And? - That's all.

Ashamed coz I'm a les?

That's got nothing to do with it!

- In love with my sister? - No way! I'm not in love with her.

Don't act like you don't understand.

Okay.

Goddammit.

I mean, there's no reason for her to know.

You were less uptight last night.

What would she say if she knew we had sex?

I don't think she'd give a shit.

Call that sex?

That was Denis from the practice.

A mango.

Sorry. Here.

Forgive me... For Coco and all.

- Now it's "Forgive me"? - I keep bringing it up.

Cut it out!

I'm disappointed...

No, upset, that she didn't call me to tell me.

And then she goes and talks to you.

Because I was there.

It could've been me or anybody.

Is it far?

We just set out. Don't be silly.

Just wait. The creperie's so cult.

Not cult, sorry.

"Not cult, sorry."

We'll go around.

It's slippery, so watch it.

Name me a single crepe.

Suzette.

Two known crepes?

Ham, cheese and egg.

Go on, smile.

- I'm smiling. - I can't see your eyes.

They're here.

When'd you know she preferred girls?

When I burst into our room.

I was 12.

She chewed me out. You can't imagine.

I didn't squeal. She'd have killed me.

Keeping quiet at 12 is tough.

That's the coastal trail, and there, inland.

The coastal path doesn't necessarily go down, see?

Anyway, they arrive at the same spot.

It's just dumb to waste time.

It's nice to be out walking.

It's to the right. We said right.

It's that way.

I was supposed to study.

- Let's jog. - Not on your life!

Put your foot down firmly.

Want a hand?

- Careful! - I'm fine.

Just take it slow.

- I go down? - Yeah.

Easy. Look in front.

- Easy. - I'm fine.

This is great.

- Wait a sec. - I'm waiting.

Hello?

Sushi Shop?

No, I'm not Corinne Rosinski.

My name's Marie Guibal.

Guibal!

You're way off!

I didn't order some "salmon lover platter."

My account, maybe. But it's my ex.

That's right.

I don't give a shit.

Right. Bye.

So...

You okay?

Great.

It's deep.

Maybe we should...

- We'd better turn around. - No way!

Look, it's there. Turn around and we'll get there.

So now we turn around? Tessa, I hate you.

It's fun! It's fun, it's a walk.

I don't give a shit who you eat with or what you eat.

Just leave me the fuck alone.

That's why I split.

Look...

Live your romance to the fullest and forget me.

Okay?

So long.

There. I know where we are.

"I know where we are."

There it is!

It sure is cult.

Worth all the climbing, hiking and pneumonia.

Right.

It's 20 years of memories.

You bet. Not funny.

Think that's real pizza with real cheese?

They've invented something.

They can call that "grated cheese". But there's no cheese in it.

It's rehydrated salted margarine.

It's gross. How can you eat it?

- What? - Nothing.

Fuck!

- You okay? - I'm not going to stay.

- What? - I'll take the 5 o'clock ferry.

Does the moped have gas?

Is it because I'm here?

Not at all! On the contrary.

No, it's...

It was planned.

We haven't spent any time together. Stay a while.

It's not like you were alone. You have your pal.

That's just it. Let's have a little party.

What is it? Coco? Did you call her?

It's complicated.

What's wrong with the boiler? I tried to light the pilot

and I really got...

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

A good reason to stay.

- What is it? - Nothing.

I get it.

What is it?

My pajamas?

A smiley face on your leg. Otherwise...

I like 'em. They're comfortable.

They're fine.

Go on and laugh.

Relax.

We hurt his feelings.

Hang on!

You remember this?

- Of course! - Isn't it a killer?

That's wild.

It was Dad's yachtsman period.

It's...

Halfway between Eddie Barclay...

and The Love Boat.

Gotta see it on.

- I'll be fine. - Sure.

Just jeans and a sweater?

No. Too bad.

I didn't imagine such a house.

How'd you see it?

Dunno.

Something normal, with a roof,

windows... - Yeah, normal.

You could even say exceptional.

It's a boathouse built on a bunker.

Luxury boathouse.

Sorry it's a nice house. Apologize, Tessa.

Sorry

and forgive me.

You ask for forgiveness. It's different.

How funny.

This dress...

It's Vanessa's.

Remember Vanessa? It was...

You don't remember?

1992-93. She didn't last more than 2 years.

She was so hot, huge boobs.

- I remember. - I spied on her all the time.

Fine.

Try it on!

No, you try it. Girl stuff for a change.

A little lipstick, faces,

like "I'm not too fat?" "How do I look?"

I don't do that.

You'd look very, very nice for once.

If you could see her body, I swear.

No kidding.

- Great shapes. - I bet.

Super feminine besides.

Besides what?

Not all girls who like girls are like hairy truckers.

We're not all...

- I don't mean that! - You'd think.

I'll try your girl thing.

Dad has the 7-year itch.

He was with her mom, Yvonne, for 7 years.

He left her when I was 4 for your mom.

- For Gaby. - Right.

Who was... Take a guess? His secretary.

My mom told me that your mom

ran around with his best friend or something.

And that would explain... No, that's not sure.

Anyway, he left her and got Gaby pregnant.

- She was carrying me. - He married her.

So he divorced your mom

who was his greatest love.

If you say so.

You didn't grow up together?

She was with her mom in Belgium and me with mine in the suburbs.

Until he tired of Gaby. Of course.

Then he dated around for 7 years.

Right, 7.

When he was a jerk with women he was easier on us.

Easier?

He was never easy on us.

He was great, sorry! We'd be just the 3 of us.

It was great.

Never! Always a string of weird chicks.

You're exaggerating.

- It's not true. - You saw the dresses.

They gave us presents. It was sweet.

- See all those "Tessa" mugs? - They didn't like my mug.

I was a teenager. Not like the cute little girl.

What about this?

The oven?

That's my mom.

She's a real foodie.

It's great!

Pretty neat.

The sofa's great here.

- It is. - Yeah.

Dad'll grumble a bit.

You don't care.

So...

- The 90s. - Of which century?

1990s.

Thank you.

- A sort of French Bob Marley. - Bernard Lavilliers?

It's for you, Marie. Easy. Wake up.

I'm totally awake!

Miossec?

- Indochine? - No, too gothic.

You're warm, but too gothic.

- Les Negresses Vertes? - You're close.

Mano Negra?

You're boiling hot!

You give up?

I'd say "Benjamin" instead of the lyrics.

- Benjamin Biolay? - No! The French Bob Marley.

I know...

Benjamin once, Benjamin twice,

Benjamin 3 times.

That thing with... Mushrooms!

Now you know.

It was "Mangez-moi."

Billy ze Kick!

You got it!

You can't make out the words.

Go over there. That's better.

Marco had a forelock so long that it was in his mouth.

"Tetha, wanna hit the thack?

"I'm thleepy."

So true.

All happy hour lovers.

- Cheapskates! - Cut it out!

I can't help it.

Why insist if it's not gonna work?

Imagine, feelings! Yuck!

Aren't fake feelings even yuckier?

Know what she does?

- No, don't. - Tell me all about it.

So, all the guys gotta have a forelock.

That's a given.

They all have

the rocker stud belt, wear Converses, no shoelaces,

no socks,

messy haircut.

Like yours now.

It starts out on Friday with the girls at the pub.

It does!

Then on Saturday night they're off to...

the "Greenwich." You know the Greenwich?

- It's a hopping place. - I like to dance.

I like to dance.

The more Mr. Forelock watches her dance,

the harder he falls.

They exchange fluids,

cell numbers,

he calls, wants to get together.

When she sees him, it's

"No, it's hopeless. I can't, forget it."

Why insist?

Why d'you insist?

You defend them, but you can't stand them.

He hates my exes.

What I wonder is,

why such lousy taste in men?

A question for you,

why such lousy taste in clothes?

Not this evening!

Tonight you look great.

- They're not mine. - That's why.

Where'd you get that "depressed lit teacher" look?

And those capris?

My capris?

My good-luck PJs!

- The smiley? - Thanks to the smiley!

Remember the guy

who told you to cut your bush?

You don't remember?

It was wild.

You came home one night in tears.

The guy she was dating, I forget his name...

Me too.

I forget. Anyhow, she came home crying one night

because he'd said her underwear made a bump.

You said very seriously, I'll never forget,

"I didn't know I was supposed to trim it."

And you were like...

You were so mad.

Pissed at me for weeks

because I didn't tell you you should do it.

Occasionally.

- That you had to weed it out. - Enough.

You mean trimming?

Yes, trimming.

Quick, the bush!

You were so cute.

You're embarrassed?

It's a cute story.

Okay, okay.

Good shrimp.

Is it cute or not?

It is. A little bush is cute.

I'll shut up

and eat my mashed potatoes.

Are they good?

You tolerating them?

Is there a dollop of butter in them?

Don't rinse your mouth.

- Not cool. - You ate tons.

- So not cool. - You like 'em coz of the butter.

I didn't know.

She has an intolerance to gluten, to saturated fat...

To stupidity, too. That's so childish.

I'm sorry, Marie. It's just butter.

- Where you going? - To puke.

Hang on. Are you nuts?

We made a great dinner, great wine, flambeed shrimp.

Why apologize? I disagree.

I know her. It's better if I go.

For some atmosphere, my dad's favorite song.

To Daddy.

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing! - Right. Sorry.

Cut it out.

Since I'm here we could use... Do you know this?

It's fantastic. I can't go without it.

- Ever try water? - Water?

Are you nuts? Unless it's mineralized.

If I may...

If I can take a look at your face... Real quick.

It lacks moisture.

Your hair in the sink.

And this product, ma'am?

Don't know it?

I'll set you straight.

Full of hydrochloric acid.

Look.

And in fact...

It works for combination skin.

- You wouldn't dare. - Wouldn't I?

I'm your elder. You don't dare.

Damn you!

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

Do you like Pierrick?

Yeah, he's alright.

He's nice.

But do you like him?

I hardly know him.

But you're good at figuring people out.

He's a good cook.

Bitch.

Oh, shit.

You can be intimidating too!

- You're defending him. - He's my best friend.

Do you think we're very different?

I dunno.

Why?

I think I'm in love with him.

Does he know?

He made a pass at me once.

It was at a party and he was drunk.

But it was sweet. We spent the evening slow dancing.

He called me Sally, I called him Harry.

We kissed.

A real good French kiss.

I wasn't with Erwan. It'd been over for a month.

At some point things got dicey.

Some guy asked me to dance or...

Anyhow, Pierrick got real aggressive.

It got out of hand and he took a head butt.

So I went home alone.

The next day,

I waited for him to call.

But he didn't.

So I called him.

He acted like he didn't remember a thing, a total blackout.

So that's where we are.

- Isn't it lame? - No, I dunno.

Don't walk there. Careful!

- Go around. - So sorry!

Seen the bouffadou?

What?

- The bouffadou. It was there. - What?

The wood thing. For the fire.

Nope.

It was there.

Why not use the vacuum?

I'm going to bed.

The idea was

silence, abstinence, study, recharge.

Not Radio Nostalgia!

Good night!

Hey... What's going on? Barricading yourself?

The bed's all tucked in!

I didn't know you were a neat nut.

I like it.

On top of it, I'm a guest.

Sorry about that.

The idea was for you to have peace.

It's wild, coz it's been 2-3 years since Marie came here.

Why's that?

An old spat with Michel,

who owns the port bar.

He made a tasteless anti-homo remark.

Know any tasteful anti-homo remarks?

Lemme think.

Nope.

That walk killed me. I ache all over.

Where's it hurt?

All over.

- Want me to work on you? - And do overtime?

Night rates will cost ya!

Lie on your belly.

Get comfortable.

Needs work.

Wow.

So what'd you do?

Meaning?

Last night, what'd you do?

Not much. I helped her move furniture.

Then she went to bed and I stayed up

drinking alone like a fool.

She didn't?

No.

Well yeah, a vodka.

Covering for her?

- I don't care if you both drank. - Look, I....

Wait, that hurts.

You have a knot. Let go.

Let go.

Great.

Breathe.

Good.

Great.

Feel the heat there?

You found it.

You know, I don't...

I don't sleep with all the...

all the guys I...

I don't wanna know.

But maybe you should...

What?

Maybe you should...

Who says I...

You do!

You're right, I did.

That feels good.

That really releases tension.

That feels good.

Now for drainage!

- Now? - Turn over. Feet first.

- I'm not... Do I have to? - Yup.

- Here we go. - Wait, because...

- Turn over. - Hang on.

Give me your feet.

Go on.

- Get comfortable. - I am.

- No, you're not. - I am.

- I'm fine. - You don't look it.

Really?

Is it obvious she likes women?

Yes and no.

I mean, as a straight guy.

- Stop tickling... - I'm draining.

Tiny movements, I'm draining.

As a straight guy, do you find her

attractive?

Theoretically, yes.

But practically...

Wait. That hurts!

We can do cranial.

Sure.

I was dumb with the broom.

Like a broom.

Dumb as a broom.

And...

- You were right to come. - You, too.

And...

I gotta take a leak. Be right back.

What a fool!

Your foot's in my face.

It is not.

It is.

Careful!

- It does you good. - What?

- The sea air. - Seen my face?

I'll make pancakes.

A new recipe. No gluten, no fat.

Hair!

Hi.

You were right.

I know, but about what?

About what happened. Better if she doesn't know.

Sure.

I'll pour, okay?

Gimme your mug.

That's enough.

Here we go.

Wait! I forgot something important.

Maple syrup.

I'm tasting.

Shit! We're out.

Never mind. I've got sesame butter.

Full of minerals.

I put it on everything.

Don't want any?

Here.

I'm so excited.

Seriously, do you miss the milk and butter?

- Seriously? - They're hot.

They're awful!

Terrible.

Disgusting!

They're glued to my palate.

Disgusting's a bit extreme.

Your pancakes are a work in progress.

A test run.

They weren't ready.

They're nowhere!

They're ridiculous.

- To be tossed immediately! - I think so.

What'd I do wrong?

I replaced eggs with flax seeds. Instead of coconut oil.

That must be it. I'm sorry, guys.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry, but heave them.

If a dog or a bird comes by, bam! You kill the ecosystem.

What a shame.

It's good to see you like this. So glad you dumped her.

Yeah, well...

I didn't dump her.

You can't really say that.

I came away to leave room for Manuela.

For who?

Manuela.

It's not just Manuela,

but you know what she does?

She's a contortionist.

She is.

A contortionist.

She's doing a fucking contortionist. It's true!

She does wild things. I can't even touch my toes!

Good riddance! You're back to your old self.

Laughing, smiling...

And frankly,

I'm sorry, but weren't we sick of her puppet shows?

She was good, but they were a bore.

Sorry. Coco's a puppeteer.

After every meal,

we had to sit through a puppet show.

She pulled out her horrors

set to fusion jazz.

You're no reference for musical taste.

Anyhow, she can get fucked by a contortionist.

Then she'll complain about her aches...

I don't wanna hear it.

I'm not ready yet.

I think it's good news.

You'll be able to travel again. Leave Paris.

That was the plan, right?

Leave the performance world

and finally...

What?

You can have a child now.

Yeah, well...

You want one bad, you're at the age.

When she was little,

she'd say, "Be the baby, I'll be Mom and Dad."

For how many years?

That's true. You remember?

Of course!

- It's not on the table. - It's totally on the table!

If you want one, now's the time.

Know what? We could go via the islands.

Then past the lighthouse.

Weren't you and Coco trying? Via Belgium?

- And? - It didn't work.

Because she didn't want it.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

There's no equality there.

How many women want kids and can't? Will's not enough.

I know.

Sorry, that's not what I meant.

There are lots of ways now. Internet,

sperm donors.

When you're fertile, grab a dude and bed him.

I don't really want to go there.

- Understand? - Sure.

Isn't there anything simple,

like jam?

I'm going running.

I'm going for a run.

Sure.

Go run.

I wanted to...

We gotta talk.

Real quick. I wondered...

I didn't know you wanted a baby, which is fine.

All that stuff about sperm donors doesn't concern me, does it?

We used a condom.

Sure.

Hand me those panties.

Panties...

Panties.

Beware of mice Keep trash shut

Shit.

Oh fuck!

How'd the redecorating go?

There you are.

What was the mood? Sudden passion? Fuck friends?

So you,

you slept with my sister?

It wasn't planned.

One night here and you screw.

You slept with him?

She's a lesbian!

What'd you say the other night?

"Chastity belt, nada." Bullshit!

Tessa, it wasn't...

- Coz it was no good? - What's your problem?

Let me explain...

- I understand that... - Understand what?

Tell her about the condom.

About the condom.

- I know. - No, you don't.

She put holes in it.

That nut stole my sperm!

You put holes in the condom?

Yes.

What for?

- I was just trying to... - Why?

- Why? - To get pregnant.

By Pierrick?

Not him especially.

You're saying you're pregnant by Pierrick?

- You weren't to know. - Yeah?

- It was to end in the trash. - Where sperm belongs.

So it doesn't become a kid I don't know about.

Now you're pregnant, potentially.

Potentially no.

Given my age, my fertility, what happened...

I don't wanna know.

I really don't.

Hang on.

You had to pick him?

Of a zillion guys, you had to pick Pierrick.

I didn't know you were in love with him!

I didn't know. I'd never have done it.

I just wanted to get pregnant. I know, it's...

Listen to me.

I got one little boost in life,

which was that you, my dear sister,

liked girls.

Because, "Your dear sister Marie is special. She's exceptional."

We love her, the way she lives, thinks, talks, dresses,

even how she eats!

There was one area

where I didn't have to compete: with guys!

And now you go and steal him?

That wasn't it.

- Shall I strip the bed? - Don't care.

Can I talk to you?

Look at me.

- Your face is gonna annoy me. - It always does.

Why'd you do that?

Isn't that lame? Even if I never found out?

I slept with your sister. You slept with my brother. I dunno.

Don't know what?

With you, I can't.

I don't wanna screw things up between you two.

- Too late, buddy. - It's not too late.

- You don't know the importance... - Of what?

The sacred bond between us?

Not the way I know.

I want you to go now.

When's the next ferry? When does the next ferry leave?

- There's no ferry. - Why not?

It's closed.

Take a look at the weather.

Oh fuck!

Thanks.

So bring me some two-by-fours.

They'll open the lodge.

I don't know what shape it's in. It's been shut since summer.

Do you have a sleeping bag?

Seen the corkscrew?

A glass of red?

I never wanted to hurt you.

You gotta believe me. Never ever.

What would I tell the kid when he's old enough to ask questions?

I'd been dumped...

by my girlfriend for a contortionist?

That it happened with a guy

I hardly knew and I stole his sperm?

That I was totally smashed

and I didn't know my little sister was in love with him?

Because we'd stopped calling each other.

I call you.

What I mean is,

if I'm pregnant, of course I'll abort.

And that I'm sorry.

Don't you beg forgiveness?

I beg your forgiveness.

Shut up!

Hi, Pumpkins. It's your old man.

I hope you're well, that the weather's nice.

Bernard's going to deliver firewood.

No need to pay him, but please stack it and cover it.

Big hugs.

Sorry. You okay?

- You okay? - I got it.

You okay up there alone?

I'm not alone.

What'll you have?

- A coffee. - You got it.

The bill, please.

The bill?

Got a light?

Thanks.

What a pain!

Goddammit!

Fuck you!

You motherfucker!

Pierrick!

- Let's talk! - Let go!

Okay?

- I'm not talking to you! - I wanna talk.

No way!

I won't talk to someone who stole my sperm!

You and your convictions! Down with butter, with men,

with coffee capsules, families, couples!

You selfish bitch, you just fuck things up!

And you're a hero? Shoot your wad then feel bad?

Fuck your moralizing.

Go on, split!

- I'm going. - Go sleep.

Limpdick! You're all limp. Beat it!

Me, limpdick?

You'd have to excite me a little.

I'm not interested normally.

I noticed you're not normal.

Did I punch holes in the condom to steal sperm?

Was that me?

- I messed up, but... - I messed up, too.

The bouffadou was me.

Yeah, it was you.

On or off?

We're getting off.

Come on.

Come on!

Shit.

Fuck.

What a pain!

Out of gas.

Shit.

- It's not that I don't like butter. - What?

It's not butter,

it's the smell of childhood that goes with it.

All those things where you have no choice.

You see?

Like butter pastry.

Love your stepmother.

Like guys.

Love your little sister.

Love my little sister yourself.

Love your big brother, too.

You're strong.

Goddammit!

I swear, I never did that before. What was I thinking?

You had to be wasted to see me as a father.

More as a sire.

Of course. Silly me.

Never thought about having kids?

- Me? - Yeah.

Sure, progeny's for me.

No problem. I've got a great job,

I earn a bundle.

My shrink says I'm stable. No prob.

Show me to the nursery.

I'm sick of being dead.

It's cold and dark.

So if you have a thing in there, keep it.

I'll help you.

If you want. I'm not pushing.

But...

I'm available.

As anything. Friend, uncle, neighbor,

whatever.

What?

Don't say a word.

I'll get a blanket.

The dinghy drifted.

I brought it back.

You're freezing.

You're soaked.

Come here.

I can't.

Where could she be?

It's weird we didn't hear her.

So what d'you want?

I can make eggs. An omelet,

or noodles with yogurt. Noodles with yogurt and strawberries.

Good pals in front of a dumb film. How's that sound?

- What d'you mean? - No to the good pal.

Yes to the lousy noodles.

- Close the fridge, I'm cold. - Sorry.

I quit smoking too.

- Yeah? - Very hard.

Don't start again.

Know a pal who could stand your corny musical taste?

Who'd walk 10 miles for a bad pizza?

Who'd put up with the parade of forelocks?

Who'd use your leg as a pillow?

If you know anyone,

don't introduce me.

Fine.

- My hair! - Don't move.

You're pulling my hair! Stop!

- Lift your head. - Move that.

- There, that's good. - Move a little.

You're hurting me.

Lean on me.

Go on.

Hang on.

I'm falling.

- I'm not doing anything. - Stop it!

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