Original subtitles

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Soft music

Inaudible conversations

- Madam alone has no children

-Good evening!

-Catherine!

This is Ingrid.

-GOOD EVENING.

-I wouldn't want anyone to do that to me. But no one thinks about it.

-Thank you, I'll help myself.

You are superb.

-Mom !

Hello ?

Wait. I don't hear anything at all.

Shh! It's going to happen. Speak less loudly.

I'll take you up there.

Yes. Now I can hear you better.

Where are you there?

But...

Oh good?

Can't you get another one?

Hmm...

Good.

Me too.

Guest hubbub

...

The surprise is Bernard. He missed his plane in Zurich.

-OH !

-Too bad for him. We're going to start.

-Easy !

The man turns off the razor.

-Have you returned?

-Well yes, but... I myself had forgotten.

I saw the gifts. That's really nice.

I'm taking you to dinner where, to make me forgive?

Thierry and his fiancée.

Oh...

Really, I regret it. It couldn't have been funny.

-We did without you. We drank.

Cell phone vibrate

*-You have two new messages.

Yesterday, at 5:47 p.m.

*-It’s Richard Dumont. Can you call me back?

It's quite urgent, thank you.

*-Today, at 9:02 a.m.

I'm at the airport. I have my plane in an hour.

I'm going to miss you.

We had good sex together.

I kiss you.

*-End of new messages.

To listen to archived messages, type 1.

She hangs up.

Dramatic music

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Laughter

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Inaudible conversations

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-What do you want? It's true that I found it boring.

-We saw her for an hour. It's difficult to judge.

-Ah well, so much the better.

My head hurts.

Aspirin.

-There were several messages.

-I don't know. I didn't listen.

-I didn't delete them.

A woman says goodbye to you.

It was with her that you were, last night?

-No.

-Listen to his message. You'll see, it's clear.

-You listen to my messages, now?

-Did you spend the night with her?

-No.

-So where were you?

A little crazy. It's nobody.

-Has it been going on for a long time?

-That doesn't count.

-But what are you talking about?

-Catherine, it's not worth it.

-It's of no interest. Don't talk about anything.

Often, no.

But from time to time, it happens to me. It's banal. So I'm not talking to you about it.

-That's why, do you think?

-I understand that it hurts you.

-You're right. Maybe that we don't talk to each other enough.

You never talk about yourself.

So we moved away.

-You moved away. Don't decide for me.

-We no longer make love, we no longer touch each other, or very little.

I don't know whether it's your fault or mine.

Maybe it's inevitable.

And one day it died.

Well, I hope not.

-And with these women, how is it going?

What do you like? Deep down, I don't know.

Let us share something.

-But anyway, what are you talking about?

-I can too leave you right away.

-Catherine!

Soft music

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Brouhaha

...

She rings.

Electronic music

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-Can I help you? Do you know that it's private here?

-I would like a whiskey, please.

-Sit there.

Whiskey, Perrier?

-No. Dry.

Electronic music

Conversations

-You annoy me. So what?

-Will you give me some water? It's hot.

-It's very quiet this evening.

-Yes. It's starting.

...

So. It's good.

-There aren't many people.

Will you buy me a drink?

-If you want.

-How are you ? Not too disoriented?

-How are you.

-What is your perfume?

-Jicky.

-It fits you well.

I change them all the time.

Did you enter by chance?

-No. Not really.

Finally, a woman like you.

-I imagine.

-Couples, we see them, but a single woman...

...

Maybe...

you can help me.

-Yes. Why not ?

Tell me.

Girls don't make women. Me, yes.

-It's not for me.

-Who is it for, then?

-It seems to me that...

you might please my husband.

-Are you choosing for him?

Can't he come himself?

-No.

-For what ?

Is he disabled?

Do you want three?

-No. He doesn't know.

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Conversations and TV

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Coffee, please.

His name is Bernard.

He is often near the counter. He has coffee in the morning.

How can I describe it to you...

He will probably have a scarf blue, a dark coat

and two-three newspapers.

He is tall, brown, strong.

It can be said that he is quite handsome.

Hubbub

...

-Excuse me. Can I have a fire?

-Yes of course.

...

Electronic music

-I asked him for a fire.

Then I went to sit down again.

He pretended to read, but when he got up,

he came to talk to me.

-What did he tell you?

-The usual things, if I came there often.

I told him about the language lessons.

He told me that he had an appointment.

And he asked me my name.

I didn't tell him.

-We need another name. I don't know if Marlène...

Is that your first name?

You could call yourself...

Nathalie.

Yes, Nathalie.

-What does your husband like?

What does he like?

He definitely has his own things.

-Between us, it was always enough...

classic.

Without doubt that he would like to be surprised.

How did he look at you?

-He caught on very quickly.

You chose well.

-You can check.

-No. How are you.

-Oh no! I'll take you home.

This dinner was made to reunite our two solitudes.

But that doesn't commit us to anything, of course.

You are welcome.

Bye.

He didn't let you go anymore, François.

-I made him talk about his loves.

-It must have been overwhelming.

-He's going on an adventure. Why not ?

-No. He doesn't go on an adventure, he pays.

He's scared. He flees. He's afraid of a real relationship.

-And it happens to you, to sleep with whores?

-Why are you asking me that?

-You can tell me.

-No. It's really not my thing.

-For what ?

-I find it freezing.

-Did your day go well?

-Uh... No, no.

I had something important and I was bad.

The guy's face didn't come back to me and I botched it.

As a result, it was long.

Gryner looked dismayed.

And you ?

-I came home early. I walked.

I bought shoes. It's expensive.

...

Mom ?

*Classical music

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-You could get up.

-Standing, lying down, what difference does it make?

...

No ! Pity !

-It's noon. The weather is nice.

Ask Ms. Mora to put order in your room!

-She stole towels. I can't say anything.

You're the one who has to file it at the door, since you pay for it.

And then she’s ugly!

It's not a bomb.

He called me, your husband. Charming !

Why don't we see each other anymore?

-You don't want to go out anymore.

-Or else, you're blocking it.

-He is very busy. He travels a lot.

-He's funny! In two sentences, he made me laugh.

You're lucky. He's a handsome man.

Maybe everything seems certain to you.

-Oh yes. It's annoying. But it's not extraordinary.

Hubbub

...

Dramatic music

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-A Coke, please.

We saw each other again.

He was there, in the same place,

with his coffee, his newspapers.

He made an appointment with me at lunch time.

He offered me a drink.

There were people there.

He proposed to me to go to another place.

We met at the hotel.

-In a hotel bar?

-No. In a room.

-What do you mean, in a room?

-Yes. It happened like that. He wanted it.

-Did you sleep with him?

-Yes.

-That's not it! That's not it, what I asked you!

-What should I do?

As if he didn't fuck for 10 years.

-You misunderstood me.

We agreed.

You are a normal girl. Your name is Nathalie.

-When does she sleep, Nathalie? I don't understand what you want.

-Excuse me. I was wrong.

The door opens.

-Hurry up. We're going to be late.

...

What's wrong?

-Are you mad at me?

that we say, that we would not like to say.

Soft music

-I won't be back late.

...

Electronic music

Conversations

-I'm leaving you, but I will come back.

Someone is coming up.

-How are you.

-The hotel, the room, how did it go?

-Come.

This is where we change.

That I remember well.

It was a beautiful room.

In slightly red tones.

At the beginning, there was uneasiness. Maybe, because it was going quickly.

We had a drink from the minibar.

I wasn't talking.

Neither does he. I knew he wanted me.

The way he looks at me.

He looked at my breasts. I arched my back a little.

He understood that I wanted to please him.

I undid my blouse

and I fixed my hair, as if I didn't know it was going to open.

He walked towards me.

I felt his breath.

I believe that he was already very excited.

And then he grabbed my neck.

He asked me to undress, to lie down on the bed,

to close your eyes.

He turned it off.

Except the lights in the bathroom.

He undressed.

I didn't see it, but I knew that he never took his eyes off me.

He came on me.

I felt his mouth on my neck,

his tongue on my breasts.

And then there.

Should I continue?

-Yes.

-He wanted to take me, but it was a bit fast.

I got up. I had another drink.

I was thirsty.

He followed me.

He pressed himself against me from behind.

I started moving my butt.

He took his cock in his hand and he caressed me.

He asked me if I liked it.

He wanted to hear me say it.

I gave him a condom

and he penetrated me.

He moved little. He was afraid of coming too quickly.

He withdrew suddenly.

He wanted let's get back on the bed.

There, I jerked him off, slowly,

being careful, so that he doesn't cum.

And then I got on top of him

and I left my head go back.

Often, men don't like being looked at.

They connect about what excites them.

-How long did it last?

-I don't know anymore.

Long enough.

When he came, he stopped himself to scream. He liked it, I think.

-And you, What did that do to you?

-Let him not know that you were in the moment,

It did something to me.

Otherwise, nothing.

With a client, it's total white.

-Did he notice?

-I pretended. It's my job.

Okay, I have to go.

...

Telephone in the distance

...

Yes, hello?

Inaudible words from the secretary

...

-Please.

Soft music

...

...

The water stops flowing.

At home, it's not possible, and at home...

He arrived a little late.

He hadn't had lunch.

-Did he order this?

Want a drop?

-He's good, isn't he?

Sit down.

This time he undressed me, but not completely.

I walked away and walked towards him while looking at him.

I started to caress myself the tips of the breasts.

He moved closer to get a better look.

Then he licked them, bitten, just a little.

He put his fingers in my mouth.

He has beautiful hands, beautiful skin.

She is sweet.

I took his hand, I put it between my thighs.

He slipped it in my panties to get his fingers in.

It was brutal, but he knew how to do it.

I squeezed my legs.

He liked it, to feel that I was resisting him.

He penetrated me.

It lasted a long time like that.

And then he came.

This time, without holding back from shouting.

He didn't want me to leave.

-He didn't return to the office?

-Not right away.

He was tired. He fell asleep a little.

I waited that his breathing is regular.

I had a cream in my bag.

I put some in my palm.

That smell there.

Soft music

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I stroked his cock with it.

I put it on my stomach.

When I felt he was going to cum, I straddled him and fucked him.

I kissed him, by just touching it.

I thought you would like it.

Afterwards, we smoked a cigarette.

He held my hand. He squeezed her, gently.

I had other appointments. I wanted to get up.

He told me, “No. Don’t go.”

I said to myself that Nathalie would have stayed.

-Do you see her like that?

He lies like he breathes.

He shouldn't dump you.

-I don't think so, no.

-It must not be bad, to live in the hotel.

Did he tell you about me?

-He told me that he loved his wife very much.

-Yes. It seems that he loves me very much.

A long time ago what do you do this job?

-I don't count.

-And how many days per week?

-In principle, four. But if I want, more.

Soft music

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-Mmh! You smell good.

What is this smell?

-Do you like it? I bought it today.

Stop. I'm dead.

...

-She's here. Here we go ?

-Yes.

-Hi.

-You don't know what I did, speaking of bitch?

The good woman, she wanted freckles.

-Wait! Last week,

she came: Marilyn Monroe makeup.

Lips, she had to help me, I couldn't do it.

Sensual music

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-Did you see him?

*-Yes, but I almost didn't go.

-What happened?

*-I had a girl problem.

He still wanted go to the hotel.

I said that I didn't want to undress,

that he could caressing me under my dress.

*He wanted us to cum together, or nothing.

So he asked me questions about my life.

I embroidered.

He talked about himself, too.

And you.

He feels like you are elsewhere, at the moment.

I wondered...

I don't know if he knew, if he is violent,

*how he might react.

Hello?

-I am here.

-Who was it?

Your mother?

Mystery !

How are you ?

Eaten. For once that the three of us are together.

...

-How was he? Comfortable?

-Yes.

He greeted from afar people he knew.

-What did they look like?

-A couple.

-But the woman was young, old?

-Like you.

It disturbed him a little to have seen them.

I had this dress.

My strap kept falling off.

Once he put it back, stroking my shoulder.

Under the table, I brought up his hand along my thigh.

I didn't have any panties. He saw it.

He hesitated, but he didn't dare.

And all of a sudden, It hit me like that.

I told him that I went down to the toilet

and that he should join me.

I waited in the toilet women, the door ajar.

I wasn't sure he was coming.

But just as I was about to go back up,

he has arrived.

We entered a cabin.

He slammed me against the wall and kissed my neck.

And he spread my thighs.

A woman tried to enter. He slammed the door with his hand.

We got kicked out of the restaurant like thieves.

-So, all this for nothing.

-No.

We walked down the street.

He looked at me as if he wanted ask something,

but he couldn't do it.

I felt that he was always very excited.

We entered under a carriage entrance.

There was a courtyard.

A small service staircase. I sat down.

He stayed there.

Without moving, without touching me.

I took off my dress. There I was completely naked.

Someone could have arrived. We didn't care.

I went up the stairs. He followed me.

We heard voices who came from the maid's rooms.

At the last landing, I stuck against a window.

He took me.

He fucked me.

It was strong.

And then...

something happened.

She too enjoyed it. Nathalie.

-Nathalie or you?

-Me, in work, It never happens to me.

-But there, you had fun.

-It's your fault.

(-Yes.)

-Do you still love him?

-I don't know.

Melancholic music

...

Someone is approaching.

...

-Your first period, it was at...

-14 years old.

Classic.

-You do not protect

your sexual relations?

-I never did it.

-I'm listening to you.

-I tried once.

It was a disaster. I couldn't go to the end.

I felt a strong pain, so, I panicked.

I wonder if I'm made like everyone else.

-What are you doing here?

-I saw the plaque. I hesitated and went upstairs.

I was wrong ?

-No.

I'm going to change.

-Girls like me

-We know each other too well.

-But here, I don't really feel it.

-Always start.

-Good.

What happened?

He told me to get on the ground, on all fours.

He spread my buttocks. He spat.

He said to me: “I want your ass.

I want to take you.” I let it happen...

-It's okay. Stop.

-Does that shock you?

You wanted the details.

-He talks like that? I don't see it say that. It's corny.

-I can't help it.

-You say it all like that.

It's a bitch.

-Whore? What's the problem?

You don't know what they say.

-He's not a customer like the others.

-Neither do you.

-You don't have a hard-on.

-Wait. I know that this is your livelihood,

but your stuff to excite the guys,

if you believe everyone likes it...

It's better if you leave.

-Find someone else.

-I got back into real estate, which is my specialty.

I grant you that the place is still naked,

but the potential is great.

I didn't invite you by chance.

I'm looking for funds.

Have you noticed...

(-You are magnificent.)

-My wife.

-Call me, huh?

-Marianne?

-If people are interested...

-She is a very bright girl. She worked for us.

No. It turns out not.

This place is very beautiful. I don't know what he's going to do.

Come, François. I can't stay.

-Thank you.

-Okay, okay.

GOOD ! Okay, goodbye, darling.

See you tomorrow.

Ah! How are you ?

He moves around a lot, huh?

Oh, sorry. It's none of my business.

sweet song

...

-A glass of champagne, please.

THANKS.

...

Soft rock

-You like

-I don't know.

-The singer hanged himself and...

before, this group, Joy Division,

was called Warsaw.

And now, it's called New Order.

He is known worldwide.

They're friends of mine, by the way.

Is something wrong?

-Finally, I prefer to go back. Where can I find a taxi?

-We have time. Come have a drink at my place.

...

-Open your eyes.

Yes, that's good.

-I had a hard time finding you. I went around in circles.

I don't mind that.

I got my diploma.

I have to think about the future.

Girls have a vocation. That's not my case.

Well, I'm not there yet.

I got your message.

What did you want to tell me?

-That I slept with a guy.

Not a bad guy.

Quite brutal.

-No. I was drunk.

-I thought about it.

We can't stop there.

-Ah good ? I believed that we had made the tour.

-Not me.

-I saw him again.

I wanted it. I didn't think I'd see you again.

We only talked. Things weren't going well.

I had just been fired from my apartment.

He was nice. He listened to me. It did me good.

-He pretended.

-No. Not pretending.

-And where do you sleep?

-He proposed to me to rent me something.

That would embarrass me with you.

-The apartment is very well distributed.

This side faces due south.

There is plenty of storage.

Hello ? Yes, just a moment.

I'll let you watch. I'm waiting outside.

Hello. It's not the time, I'm visiting.

-How do you like it ?

-Yes.

Where would you have gone? At the hotel?

-I'm used to it.

I even held one. In the West Indies, in Saint-Barth.

A small hotel.

That's where I started again. Relapse.

-Don't see it for some time.

Tell him that you are going to see family.

Call him back in a few days.

-For what ?

What do you want?

-Let him wait.

You have to frustrate him, not coming to certain appointments.

-I will have nothing more to tell you.

Conversations

-Your client has been here for half an hour!

-Make him wait. Sorry.

-She's coming down straight away.

"Kidda", Natasha Atlas

...

-Ah, are you there?

-A crisis at your mother's house.

-What a beard!

You look tired.

-A little, yes. It's true.

-Tell me.

-No, nothing.

I'm not sleeping well at the moment.

-Will you have some wine?

-I didn't know you liked it.

You don't want let's go away for a few days?

You, can you?

-Listen, it's not very easy. I have a lot of work.

I believed that you couldn't leave Paris.

-But precisely, I want to leave.

-There, no. I won't be able to.

Are you disappointed?

-Yes, I'm disappointed. Very disappointed.

-I don't understand. What do you want to run away from?

-I don't want to run away from anything at all.

The waiter serves the wine.

GOOD.

(Very bad.)

Classical music

...

-Do you feel that bad here?

-No. You are adorable.

But what do you want? I'm bored!

Pardon. Excuse me.

It irritates me! Maybe I have lice.

-It’s 6 p.m. I'm taking you to the hairdresser.

-Oh no! I won't go to the hairdresser.

...

Hello ?

Oh, hello.

Tell him that you don't feel well,

which you will call back tomorrow.

You have no excuse to give him.

There, I am at my mother's house.

No, not very good.

No, nothing. A hair story.

My mother.

-She works in an institute.

-I don't see anything, but we're going to do a small app.

If there are nits, it will destroy them.

Then, I will take you back to length.

I will put rollers, I'll dry up, and we'll see nothing more.

-I trust you. I have no choice.

How do you know each other?

-We work in the same neighborhood.

-You are neighbors, then!

Do you know Bernard?

Why are you laughing like a woodcock? What did I say?

A little hackneyed air

In the streets of summer

You will never forget

One street, one summer

A girl who hummed

La, la, la, la, everything dreams

Rhymes with “ends” Yours means nothing

Finished before it started

Time for a dance The space of a chorus

-It's beautiful.

-I liked this song.

Today, I am like dry wood.

Catherine nods.

-Come back and see me.

-This photo is good.

-I was 17 years old.

-I prefer you now.

Someone knocks.

The door creaks.

-You don't want anything?

-Can you give me my cigarettes?

THANKS.

Do you want some?

-Too big.

-Were you taking guys?

-It happened.

There was a bar near the school.

There have been a few. Not so much.

-So what?

-It seems that I was a good shot.

We forget.

-There isn't one who counted more than the others?

-If. One.

It was very strong. It was me who stopped.

I thought about it for years.

Even when it was good with Bernard.

-Because it was good?

-Yes.

Melancholic music

...

Good. It's late.

...

Hubbub

-A coffee and a half!

-A coffee.

...

...

-For what ? Who did you see?

-Ah, well no one in particular.

There.

Pardon.

-Pardon.

-Yes. It was very pleasant.

We never spoke like that.

At last the little one came, adorable, relaxed.

Why did you want to see this room?

I don't feel well. I'm going home.

Pardon.

A woman hums, then laughs.

...

Electronic music

Conversations

-Have fun.

-I love bubbles. It instantly warms me up.

-So much the better. With this weather, I caught a cold.

-Oh yes. We're from the South.

-Me too ! I worked in Cannes.

-In Cannes? We have a store in Nice, but I am originally from Cannes.

This is my city. I did it my studies. When were you there?

-5 or 6 years ago, I don't know.

-We do the ready-to-wear show.

We are in Paris for that.

You mustn't disturb her. Do you drink?

-No, it's okay.

Sensual music

...

The TV is on.

-Are you feeling better?

...

She nods.

-How was the room?

-Well, look, not bad. Not bad at all.

The ending a little long, but good.

...

But...

why are you looking this mush?

Classical music

...

-He came at me.

He wanted to cum on my face.

...

I asked myself if you would have liked it.

I hesitated.

I said yes, but... shyly.

As if it were the first time.

He stood on top of me. He jerked off.

I got it all over my face.

It was hot.

Then he left.

I was left alone, naked, lying down, in the bedroom.

I must have slept for a while. I drank. I was thirsty.

I wanted to call you, and then...

I got up. The window was open.

I looked outside.

There was a little rain, but not cold.

I didn't want to leave.

...

-I'm going to London. I had it for you said, but it wasn't sure.

I will return tomorrow morning or tomorrow evening.

Haven't you seen my black sweater?

THANKS.

-There's your passport there.

...

Footsteps approach.

-There is Marie who is there.

We couldn't go to her house. She lost her keys.

-I'll call you back later.

Well, okay.

The TV is on.

...

-I'm coming.

...

-Do you receive customers here?

-Customers, not really. More like friends.

-Friends, but... not Bernard?

-No. Not him.

I said to myself that you wouldn't like it.

-For others too, I prefer it to be elsewhere.

-All right.

-In front of me, he seems calm.

I don't know what he has in mind.

-When I told him, for the apartment, he thought it was someone else.

I couldn't tell him that it was you.

-Poor guy...

-He was jealous.

On the one hand, it made me happy.

-Did it flatter you?

-Not only that.

-Jealousy, in men, it's a reflex.

-He undressed you.

He got hard. You sucked it. He fucked you.

-Well no. He couldn't do it.

I understood that we shouldn't insist.

It touched me.

-How so ?

-He told me that he wanted to take advantage of me more.

-Now he respects you?

-In any case, he wants to live with me.

-He couldn't have told you that!

-For what ?

-When he knows who you are...

-Tell him, we'll see.

-Naked, at the hotel, That’s okay, that’s the joke.

except that we don't fuck there anymore? I can't help it!

-But I don't care, from him now!

-That's not true. Otherwise, you would have left him.

Electronic music

See you later.

There's a table over there.

Shall I order you a haircut?

Hello, Djamel!

Two cuts?

-Don't be angry!

-Guys, when they are together...

Are you okay?

-You know everyone.

-I'm coming after work. Nice, right?

THANKS.

-Then we go somewhere else. We're going to dance.

It's good !

Electronic music

...

Adorable! It's a taste!

...

Yes, I like that.

-I hadn't even seen the guy. But you looked at it...

-As I found that you had been quite rude to him...

What is this?

It's weird, isn't it?

Whoa!

Sigh of pleasure

He had a smell, didn't he, this man? He smelled of daffodils.

It's very yellow, the daffodil, right?

I wonder if we can do a daffodil-based perfume.

Taxi.

The last time I took a taxi, there was jazz.

Hello Sir.

Sensual song

...

-I don't want to go home.

...

-I'll drop you off.

...

Soft music

...

Have you lost your brush?

-Come on, have a nice day.

...

I was worried.

You could have told me.

I didn't know where to call.

-Pardon.

Were you really worried?

-Very.

Does that surprise you?

-I thought you were tougher than that.

-Have you met anyone?

-We can say it like that.

-A long time ago ?

-A few weeks.

-Yes.

Yes, I suspected it.

And who is it?

-I thought that would suit you.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-But stop to lie all the time!

-But I know it.

-But you know what?

If you know, tell me.

Look at me.

I don't understand you, Catherine.

What did I do to you?

You can tell me anything, you know.

-There must be a very strong ascendant.

Shall we get another bottle?

-Are you shaved?

-Mmm...

Electronic music

Excuse me. I'll come back. Are you waiting for me?

We don't have an appointment.

-He wants to leave me.

You were right. He wants to leave me.

Not clearly, but I feel it.

He is very distant. Very cold.

He doesn't talk to me much.

He doesn't even lie anymore on his schedule.

-Maybe you are wrong.

-I don't think so, no.

-Because ultimately, you didn't talk to each other.

-No.

-Marlène, the client is waiting for you.

-Yes.

-See you later, at the hotel?

Sensual music

...

Melancholic music

...

-It's beautiful here.

I still don't know what you want to tell me.

-If I told you, you would blame me.

-No. I can understand.

Maybe Did I ruin something?

Are you listening to me?

-Yes.

-There is no other man. Otherwise, you would have told me.

But... every time I say or that I do something,

I don't know, that... It doesn't work anymore. You blame me.

It can't end like this.

-Why not ?

-Because I love you.

...

Who is this girl?

-I don't know.

Soft music

...

-I'm going to leave here.

I was waiting for you to come.

He didn't look at me. He gave me fire. That's all.

He didn't notice me. You don't have the same tastes.

I stole from you.

-Yes, you lied to me.

You stole from me.

Why did you do that?

-It was an opportunity. I've never had one.

You don't have to go there.

And then you... you wanted this to happen.

-So, it's me who invented everything?

-If I had told the truth, we wouldn't have seen each other anymore.

-It's easy to say that.

-Now you won't believe me anymore.

...

The TV is on.

...

...

Soft music

...

What if we didn't go?

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Subtitles: Production Boulevard