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Your personality is shaped by your despair...

It defines your existence.

Whether you're a man or a god...

To be yourself is the worst kind of audacity,

but the only thing that gives meaning to life!

- My God! Is it possible ?

- It's daybreak !

- After all,

it was only about "Intimate Anguish". !

It's worked !

It's worked !

Listen to the applause, Darius!

I'm offering you a contract and a cheque for your next piece .

The bank wasn't keen but I got around them.

You haven't signed with anyone else...?

Take your time to read it, but don't keep me waiting too long.

Thank you.

Thank you !

Darius!

Darius!

Darius!

Darius!

Darius!

Darius!!!

The Creator

Daaarling ! There you are !

We've climbed the Soubise. I took the opportunity

to come and see you. I'm quite aware

how you hate that, but they insisted.

Poor boy !

I knew him

when he was little. I used to sing to him:

Good little Darius, have you enjoyed your lunch ?

If it's 'no', twitch your nose... if it's 'yes', rub your chin.

I couldn't make the climb, but I thought of you.

There !

- Sweets !

- Maybe they'll bring you luck !

Gildas, come here !

He's so cute !

He's becoming more and more like his father.

- We must be off !

We'll miss the cable car !

I only came here to please mummy.

You deserve to suffer.

If the example of dad was not enough for you... too bad !

But if you cause the least distress to mummy...

I'll bop you one !

Six months later

Not bad to be back ?

Not at all !

Pull over !

She's back on stage in a new play by Darius

Mr Darius!

It's you !

Not possible !

- I wouldn't have believed it ! - ' Morning, Victor.

A welcome kiss ?

Sure.

He's also happy

to see you again !

Hi Momo!

- You got my cards ? - Yes, yes.

Hang on...there's your keys.

My keys ?

When you went to hospital I had the locks changed.

I stuck up some articles which were about you.

That was nice of you.

I tidied it all up. What a mess! The bed was in the living room!

I don't remember.

- Your parents' apartment ! - I must make a phone call.

Sorry !

- I filled your freezer... - Thanks, I'll pay you back !

* Same as ever ! - Pierre?

* No, it's mummy !

- I was going to call you, Pierre.

* I beat you to it !

* Chlo�'s been on and on about the play. She's impatient.

* A reading tomorrow at 2pm. OK? - Wait...wait..

* Don't you worry... It'll only be the three of us.

* I need the title for the poster. - The title?

* You have to have a title on a poster !

For the play ? I've forgotten !

* "I've Forgotten"... That's not bad at all !

* A sort of make-believe comedy ?

No ! I've really forgotten !

* Is it "I've Forgotten" or "I've Really Forgotten"?

* It's all the same to the designer !

God Almighty !

* You get worked up about nothing ! It's not serious !

* See you tomorrow !

* We'll have a get-together !...

and with the crew next week.

* Don't forget to bring a second copy.

* It's going to take off ! Reservations are through the roof.

* Your name plus Chlo�, it's a dream !

- Hey ! Put your breastplates down there ! You want some help ?

How you going with that grass ?

Careful with that !

Take it easy.... They're collectors' items !

Hang on...

This way !

Move it !

Stop!

Look out !

Watch out for that !

- Simon! - He's all I don't need !

Director ?

You gotta get 3 dozen red roses for Chlo�.

Three dozen red. Very well, sir.

Hurry, hurry, hurry ! The new Darius play's arrived !

"I've forgotten"!

Roses... That's original !

The new play's starting well... It's already giving me the shits !

Roses for that slag ! Just dumb !

That's not a girl, it's a fish !...

Shines in the distance, stinks up close !

There's nothing she won't do to get ahead.

"I'm so beautiful, I'm such a great actress..."

She'll stoop to anything !

Roses sure won't do it.

The colour and the thorns might catch her eye.

The scent ? You could shove a cheese up her nose,

she wouldn't know the difference ! She's filth !

Under the leaves of an oak I dried myself

From the highest branch A nightingale sang ...

One, two, three, four !

Sing, nightingale, sing

You have a heart for laughing, I have one for crying.

One, two, three, four!

I found the so beautiful water That I bathed there

New Play

Darius!

How nice to see you !

- You well ? - OK...

So I said to her: "Do as you wish."

No...

To be more precise:"If you dare..."

No!

In fact, I said to her:"Betcha!"

And then?

She left.

So I ask myself... who's fucking her ?

Who's fucking her ?

Who's fucking her ?

If I drink much more

I won't get it up !

Can I get you one ?

Funny, I get the impression

you're forcing yourself to drink.

Don't you like it ?

Otherwise I can't write.

How's that ?

Last year...

I decided to quit...

being a failure... drinking.

And one morning...

I woke up after a night of drinking,

I realised that during the night

I'd written...

the start of a play !

Me... who'd only written novels that nobody wanted !

So then I drank, I slept and I wrote.

A shrink explained to me

that my subconscious was freed in my sleep...

like a snapping twig alerts the sentry.

So I was writing as if in a frenzy of sleep-walking.

You're a true artist !

When I drink, I sleep too...

But when I wake up, I don't write...I just throw up.

I'm just a drunk and a cuckold.

A commoner.

It's true you're a commoner.

But I've been sick.

What's he done ?

You starting again ?

He's smashed open the door with his car !

Someone call the police!

I should've been told the door-code was changed.

Leave off... I'll take care of it.

That door was an 1863 Haussmann !

I'll find another one. I promise.

You OK ?

No !

It can't be true !

Don't touch it !

You're sleeping in the lounge room again ?!

Gotta sleep !

Poor child !

Turn onna computer. I'm gonna fart some pixels!

Off to work !

Come on kitty.

I'm a baddie.

Good evening.

The management of the theatre,

the cast and crew have asked me

to tell you that there won't be any performance.

I've forgotten to write the play.

I didn't mean to. I'll get on to it !

We've been cheated !

You dirty scumbag !

So you're just a bag of wind !

One play was all you had in you !

Miserable twerp !

I left my husband because I thought he was nothing beside you !

You're nothing but a failure !

Give him a beating !

No blood spilled here !

Fascist !

Reservations are going through the roof.

Action!

Let me go !

Stop.

Somebody wants to take care of it personally.

So ?

While I sacrifice myself, you forget to write your play?

Sorry. I'll get on to it.

Hold out your hand.

I'll get on to it !

Hold out your hand.

I'll get on to it !

Hold out your hand.

The new play from Darius "What do you think" - Pierre

"I Have (Really?) Forgotten"

Wanna bet ?

The creator's already here !

Chlo� Duval...meet Darius. Darius...meet Chlo� Duval.

Finally we meet !

Good morning.

I loved "Intimate Anguish"..

All that....intimacy...

It gave me a real sense of theatre.

In the good sense of the expression.

Jouvet, and then ... his friends, eh ?!

Thank you. Very kind of you.

On behalf of Th��tre du Cartel.

We're very proud

to welcome you here.

Thank you.

Roses...how nice !

You filthy sow !

Shall we sit down ?

We're all ears !

Well...

This is about... about a story...

In fact, it's more a concept,

rather than a story.

The concept of the story conveying

the outcome of an aspect of a narrative,

not so much literary as

preserving the traditional aspect of the classical narrative.

At the same time, the story concept

doesn't preserve the whole canon of traditional narrative...

You guessed it, it's about a meeting.

It could be about love, but ...

Maybe it's about it, but...

not right off.

Afterwards, the situation evolves.

It really evolves...

To start off, we say this isn't love,

but the evolution evolves.

Not partially. Deliberately and objectively,

the evolution evolves...

towards "why".

That's it. It's "why"

that's at the heart of it.

Except for your character.

She isn't "why"... she's "never".

"Why" is affirmative.

The response to every question,

is "why".

If a question arises, we have the answer...

It's "why".

"Never" brings about doubt.

You see ? "Will he come

or won't he come ?"

Never !

So then "why"...

As in "for... what"...?

"Not...ever".

Doubt...

Concept.

What about the title ?

Why is it "I've forgotten"?

That'll be the surprise aspect of the play.

Vrooom ! Awesome !

This play needs violence !

You know me ?

That's better ! You gave us a fright !

Go to the bathroom.

Don't mess up the dressing room.

Chlo� wants to speak to you alone.

Lucky boy !

Wait ! Where's the text ?

The text !

Maybe we should talk,

you and me. - Why ? Don't you like it ?

There's no play.

Yes !

It depends on what you mean by that.

If it's in the classical sense,

with words, dialogue...

No, there's not.

That's true !?

It can't be true !

Fucking shit ! It's just not possible !

This means,

it's...

Why me !?

Why me !?

Why me !?

Why me !?

What've you broken ?

My watch !

What a liar !

I said she was a bitch !

And this is just the beginning !

She'll drive him crazy in his new pooftah piece !

"Oo... the pain !" "Oo... the intimacy !"

Fuck these "artists" and their "culture"!

PSG ! PSG ! [football] Go PSG !

Since I came back,

I've been trying to kick-start my brain. But nothing's happened.

If you knew how much this hurts, how ashamed I am !

We were ready to go ! You let us all down.

I'm so sorry.

I did what I could.

I'll tell Pierre.

No!

You're going to write.

You're going to write this piece of crap !

There's no time !

Who wrote Tartuffe in 2 weeks ?

Moli�re.

Maybe. How'd he do it ?

He worked !

He hasn't whined:

"I'm not finished ! "

He focused and he did it !

Tartuffe. That's it.

It can be done...

Write, goddammit !

I'll make sure it happens.

Even if it's not great, it'll be still good.

You know why ?

The mediocrity of others will give you talent.

Get to it !

You can write. You have to !

To work !

Come on! Let's do it!

A man out walking meets another man

THE MAN: How are you Mr Tartuffe?

Mietek! Mietek!

Mietek! Mietek!

One, two, three, four.

Long ago I loved you I'll never forget you

Mietek!

You have a heart that laughs I have one that cries

Mietek!

Mietek!!!

Hoy!

I need peace and quiet... could you come another time ?

Is it my voice ?

No! I like it a lot.

Is it the arrangement ?

No !

It's the guitar? Too middle-class !

No ! It's great.

I haven't quite got there ?

Thanks for being honest.

Sorry about the noise.

Look, there's a guitar !

It must have fallen with it.

Mr Victor's cat plays guitar ?

It fell from up there ?

Momo!

Momo!

Momo!!

Answer me, Darius!

Wake up!

Darius !

What happened ?

You've been asleep for 2 hours.

You took too many sleeping tablets

After what happened to Momo, I don't want to lose you too.

I'm so sorry, Victor.

I loved Momo very much.

It wasn't my fault.

It gave me quite a shock.

It was only a cat, but I was very attached to it.

If Momo's dead, it's because...

It's because...

It's because of what, Darius?

it's...it's... because he was clumsy.

Very clumsy.

I�d seen him several times

on the window sill...

Trying to be like the other cats.

It's better for him. And for you too.

You should've had a bird.

Sorry to be so brutal.

I've done it !

We can't sleep !

What's with all the racket ?

Can we get some sleep ?

Can we get some sleep, Mr Darius?

Ladies and gentlemen...

Goddammed artists!

Ladies and gentlemen...

I am greatly pleased and very happy

to announce that you are invited to

the premi�re of "The Return",

the new play by Darius, at your service.

With Chlo� Duval !

At the Th��tre du Cartel,

from September 15, 35 Rue Copeau!

And I want to say I apologize for the door

and I'll pay you back very soon after September 15 !

- Sleep is our right ! - When you change the code, you lose it.

Get the police!

Good night !

You have student rates ?

You're an artist. You're obligated.

These poor wretches can't comprehend.

You did it, that's all.

Thank you

It's the cat !

No, I wrote it.

It's BECAUSE of the cat !

How do you mean ?

You've killed it and you've made a meal of it.

Your sub-thingummy is full of remorse and it works !

It's because of what you said last time.

I would have said anything ! Have you written something else ?

No, but I feel it coming. I'm going to concentrate like Moli�re.

Keep bumping off cats and you'll have a play in 3 weeks !

They're living creatures ! You can't do that !

- Aren't I alive... eh, F�licien ?

- Of course you are !

And you are too. It wouldn't be very funny

when it's known you forgot to write your play.

Not a good look !

I can't.

I can't.

Either you write,

or I tell your neighbour that it was you who killed his cat.

For no reason !

My babies ! Where I my little kittykins ?

Come and get your din-din.

* Darius?

* So glad I caught you !

* Something terrible's happened !

* Someone's killed Odette's 4 cats !

You sure they're dead?

* - Yes, all poisoned ! - It's not possible !

* I've seen them ! Odette's in hospital.

* She's had

a heart attack. - Impossible...they must have escaped.

It's impossible !

* I'm telling you they're dead ! - But if they were, I'd know !

* How would you know ?

* The police don't care! - Mum, I have to go.

I've brought you this.

Little darlings !

They're all drowsy !

There's a card.

Let me hold them.

That one's got blue eyes !

They don't work for me

any more.

I'd like to offer them to you. That'd make me very happy.

I couldn't.

I can't replace Momo. That's impossible.

What'd he have more ?

That cat was...

Was...

Like a human being.

A human being.

But...

OK?

I saw the new windows.

Your church is going to look really nice.

It'll be a beautiful church !

And the scaffolding ? They redoing the front too ?

Careful with the gargoyles, they're Gothic !

I've already told you not to come here.

I need to talk to you.

What was it again ?

I don't know where I'm at.

My job is to create.

A little like God.

I'm not comparing. I said "a little" like God,

Do you think that in order to create...

He may have had to do terrible things ?

That'd astound me, because...well, it's God.

But if He created us out of chaos...

perhaps before we create, we should have a lot of chaos.

Eh ?

Maybe for God, chaos isn't so terrible.

He doesn't have to kill, drink or do drugs...

You really bug me with your stupid reasoning !

- I'm really sick. - And me too, when I see you !

I'm going to be a criminal !

That'll keep you busy !

You don't realize...!

Do you think you have the right to come here and ruin my life ?

Instead disgracing us, you have to examine yourself !

When you were little, it was: "If Jesus is the son of God...

...who's God ? What's he like ? What's he do ?"

and now...

what next ?

It's most serious !

That'll give you the chance to display some courage !

Get out of here !... before I smash your face in !

Get out of here !

Get out !

Go away !

Next !

You go.

You were ahead of me.

Next !! There's no one !

Where's that shit-spouter !

I didn't dream it ! Somethin' new's turned up !

Of course I'm the one who'll cop it !

Those whores of artists !

They don't give a fuck about people like me ! Only THEY matter !

If people aren't talking about them, they don't think they exist !

Anyone there ?

Whadda you want ?

Excuse me, Simon.

I been looking for that for an hour ! Whadda you doing with it ?

- It's part of the collection ! - I know.

- What's it about ?! - I have to kill you.

That's OK...keep the gun !

I have to kill you because you are unhappy.

Unhappy ?

It's better I kill someone who's unhappy.

- Not at all ! - You never stop complaining !

- I'll give you relief. - Wait-wait-wait ! It's better...

I've thought about it...

I wanna laugh ....and sing !

Ha! Ha! Ha! See ?

The birds.... the sun !

I'll have children !

You're not being serious !

See... ? You're complaining again !

Maybe I wanna be unhappy !

I'm happy being unhappy !

It's obligatory to kill unhappy people?

Otherwise... the theatre will close down !

- Is that what you want ? - No wait, I thought of something...

Wait !

Aha...!

Got an idea !

Why n't I think of it before !

It's the story of... It's not easy...

It's the story of...a...a... of an elf.

An elf who...

He's... he's...

Wait on... This is the best place...

He's lost on the moor.

There are standing stones everywhere.

Then suddenly...

He hears a little voice. A tiny voice.

It's a pixy, far away...

Lost behind a stone.

He starts shouting.

Hey there !...where are you ?

And he starts dancing... He's a good dancer.

Simon !

Simon !

* You have made contact with the police.

* You have made contact with the police.

* You have made contact with the police.

* You have made contact with the police.

* - Hullo, police. I'm listening.

*Hullo ?

- She says she won't be alone. - A man do you think ?

- Or a child.

* Hullo ? Answer.

- It'd make me so happy.

- Isn't she still our daughter ? - We must forgive her.

- Especially if our family grows. - You're right. Only the future matters.

[Simon's accident site] This child will know peace.

- What will happen to the father ? - Let's not add to her suffering.

- Let sleeping dogs lie. - I agree...

...let's be tolerant.

Welcome home, my daughter.

- Welcome to you and your child.

What is his name ?

It'll remind you of something: Momo!

This isn't going to start again !

Impossible! Momo died 10 years ago !

I hope

nothing will happen to him !

I loved your entry !

You could introduce a little more gravity.

Annette felt a great weariness.

This is rather a setback for her.

What do you think Darius?

Do you agree ?

Do you agree, Darius?

Yes, yes. Quite right.

You have to tighten up a bit.

I'd like to know where my character's headed.

That way.

We're keeping this action in the '60s ?

If you wish

If I wish ?

60s, 70s, 80s, 100s !

Don't let it worry you !

Go for it !

And the style of the decor ?

Whatever you like.

Nothing extravagant.

So it'll be easier to place the people.

A bit like that

over the whole stage.

Do as it's written. It's close enough !

Once we start making changes, panic sets in.

Next scene !

Hey, Darius...?

What comes next... ?

What happens next ?

It's called "The Return".

You want her to come back ?

Let's go with that. I'd like it.

In 20 years they'll say, "There's the next scene".

They'll have lived things...

You go very fast !

Chloe, you just said: "Momo!"

No! It's "Mo"!

You knock and someone opens.

Who says that the servant wants to open ?

MAYBE he'll open ! Maybe NOT...

so the spectator asks himself : "Why

isn't anyone opening ?" The servant is there on stage !

There, he's moving at last !

For half an hour people are wondering : Why won't he open the door ??

This way, Chloe is really expected !

Take your staging...

There's a knock on the door.

There's somebody there...! Bravo ! Talk about a surprise !

Must move fast... !

No ! There's a knock...

but nobody's there !

We ask :

Who knocked ? Who knocked ?

But there's nobody there !

That's how I want things done !

However...maybe you only know how to do Tartuffe !?

No ?

You dumb twit !

Isn't he great !

I shoulda slapped his face...

Or even better: A punch! Really sock it to 'im!

I shoulda head-butted 'im !

What'd that've achieved ?

I woulda known why she left me.

Ang�lique!

Ang�lique!

She's the sort of hypocrite

to sneak back in.

You OK ?

Everything's alright with you ? Feeling OK ?

After the canap�s ?

No! At home...with life.

You aren't so unhappy ?

Like to see how you'd be if Ang�lique left you !

You're 40 years older than her.

She was only after your money.

The whore !

That's right ...I AM old !

You don't have to look to know you're old !

It doesn't show...

There are lots who are older !

In the cemetery !

No ! Not at all !

Exactly.

Full of life... in great shape !

Still chasing girls... Girls...there are others !

Somewhere there must be one... beautiful, sweet, intelligent.

Who ?

We gotta find her !

She and her girlfriends'll come banging on the door

and insist on having it off with an oldie !

Isn't that her at the door ?

Your health, Mr Le Floch.

I can wish...!

If you like, we could go and see some girls.

But we gotta pay. And it'd be cheaper if ...

I'll list you in the credits.

Where did it come from ?!

The doorbell rang.

There was nobody there.

Just a note : "He was relieving himself everywhere".

You take it.

My mother asked me.

It's really moving !

How's the next scene ?

Even more moving.

It's crazy ! I totally understand !...

"WHY?" "NEVER" "DOUBT"

Terrific !

It all comes out of your own personal suffering.

From your neuroses.

From your real-life experience, your heightened sensitivity.

And vroooom !

It bursts out like a scream !

That's just it.

Thank you for choosing us.

It's been my pleasure.

Thank you !

My poor little kitties !

So dreadful !

The house is so sad without you.

I knew I'd find you by looking in the dirt.

Odette is dead. Mummy asked me to let you know.

Did she suffer ?

Enormously. She was delirious all night in my arms.

- What did she say ? - Nothing that made sense.

A knight had followed her across the cemetery.

Poor woman !

She was so full of life !

While you agonise about your creation,

others think of those close to them.

Odette left you the little she had.

A young cat, a dried-up family,

these are the ingredients of a cocktail titled "The Return"

served by a barman named Darius,

the subtle and provocative observer of human distress.

Once again he's joined by Chlo� Duval.

The night when Momo...

Poor creature !

Maxence came home an hour later.

Daddy ?!

I didn't want to believe it but the question remains:

Where is Maxence?

If she was late, it was not by chance !

Look

what I found

in the car !

I want to tell you that I loved Momo.

Not enormously, but quite a lot.

Shut up !

On the night he disappeared I was woken by a noise.

I got up. I walked. I realised someone

was scrubbing their nails

in the bathroom. And there I saw...

your mother !

There was dirt all over the sink and over her boots !

I went back to bed. I thought it was a delusion.

But the next day, inadvertently opening

your mother's closet,

I found this there !

I have to protect you.

Forgive me.

I'm so ashamed !

Don't you feel

a little guilty ? Pardon ?

Dissecting our most hidden

sufferings. Ah, yes !

Yes, of course.

But it has to be done. No room for pity.

We have to create.

What they say is true... You are a monster !

I'm despicable !

You said it !

Seriously...

I'm a killer.

Goodness, that's terrible !

Who did you kill ?

All those who could help me write.

And how did you do it ?

Firearm ...

Poison, dagger...

A veritable bloodbath !

You aren't going to kill Chlo� Duval !

No ! She's in the play.

I'm not in the play. You gonna kill me ?

You happy ?

Yes...when you make me laugh.

That's a shame.

- Why a shame ? - Because I have to write.

Mietek! Mietek! Mietek!

In the clear fountain

when I was on the bum

I found water so clean I made it my bath.

It was long ago I loved you

I'll never forget you

At this point... ?!

I'll list you in the credits.

All artists up !

I worry about you, Mr Darius.

You're alone... alone too much.

When you're not here, lots of women ask after you.

They really like you.

Women are fun, aren't they ?

Get yourself a little cutie to keep you busy.

I'm not saying this for myself. It's a pleasure to take care of you.

Nobody is allowed to distract me from myself.

Creation is quite addictive.

Do you know how HE made the Earth ?

Do you know how HIS universe works ?

No... Each to his own piece of shit !

Yesterday, some character announces:

"Tomorrow,

we'll know who killed Momo". Today he speaks !

Something not working, Mr Darius?

Excuse me...

I have a confession to make.

Take a seat over there.

I've just come from your place.

Your neighbour saw you come here.

They were looking for you all over at the theatre.

Problems with the cats ?

You don't know the latest. If it worked, it was that Simon,

Le Floch,

and Odette Aufray had some very beautiful cats.

Meow, meow... splat !

I thought people are cats. They aren't.

Yesterday a cat's dead. But it wasn't a cat.

Otherwise you would've had your morning text.

I understand your confusion.

If any of them don't work...

It's perfectly clear.

You're not making sense.

The momentum is there... we'll breeze through to the last act !

We'll find out who killed Momo!

No. I'm finished with it.

Out of the question ! You've no right.

Go easy on the threats. I'm not up to a page near enough...

I'm a serial writer. Your turn in Act V !

Stop ! I've got an idea for Act V.

The ones that it worked with

had Breton names. You should try again with Bretons.

What can you do with such a big region

known for its folklore about men's balls,

its bagpipes, its round hats...

It's a no-brainer, a Breton.

In addition, they're never nice.

I know, I'm a Breton!

Be totally frank...

Doesn't it drag a bit at the end of Act IV?

That's the pregnant pause before the climax !

You're not just saying that to make me happy ?

Don't I look frank ?

No parking here !

Saints be p... !

Bye-bye bumpkins !

That shook things up !

Killed..

Momo?

Father ?

Mother ?

Daughter ?

Your death will delight the public and the critics !

The Return !

A delight !

The play of the year. A hymn to love !

Thanks for staying !

Don't be afraid !

Don't move !

Welcome to posterity !

We are the creators !

Stop him ! There he is !

Spare no mercy !

Target in position. Awaiting instructions.

* I repeat:

* Target in position. Awaiting instructions.

New Idea The planet will be fluoro yellow and this time it'll work

Man will be born old and sick so there will be no regrets or complaints

Imagination will not exist. Moliere will be the name of a very fat and stupid animal.

In the name of myself ! I'll never get there !

- Ok... Waste him.

Non!!!

Who's there ?

Who's there ?

Victor?

What are you doing here ?

I...

I...

You...?

I was coming for the ending.

Your impatience is very touching.

But if you leave me no time to create...

it'll never happen.

I think that if...

I do it...

for you...

for you...

What are you talking about, Victor ?

It'll stay between us... Promise... No one'll know.

You are Darius the Great. You'll always be.

How many Rembrandts were done by his pupils ? !

If it wasn't for you, I never would have written.

What have you written ?

"The Return" and "Intimate Anguish"..

I wrote them for you ! You were

so sick. I'm drawn to you...

So much !

I understood that to help you, it was necessary to write.

What?... What I knew about.

My torment for you.

That gave me "Intimate Anguish".

Wasn't easy !

I had to really move.

You were getting sicker and sicker.

You weren't aware of anything.

You were so sick, nothing disturbed you.

It was thanks to you that I wrote

You understand ?

Without you, I feel nothing.

I'm all alone.

You're delirious !

No, my love.

"The Return" tells of my childhood,

when I spent all my time with my cat.

That made my parents angry.

Momo's death brought it all back.

I worked as fast as possible. I hope that

you haven't suffered too much. Sorry it took

so long.

I see what a state you're in.

Your suffering is over.

We finished it ! Together !

You're a sicko coupled with a pathological liar.

Some little nobody who claims to have written my plays !

To be a writer, you have to be capable of anything !

To go all the way !

Read the disk. It's the ending.

We reveal who killed Momo.

Whoever ...

Don't mess up my ideas.

I love you !

Me too...I love you.

It's ridiculous.

Spontaneous writing...okay. But no text...it's stupid !

I share Jean's anger... avant-garde stuff's got to have limits!

It's one thing to be a trendy writer,

but there are limits !

Where will it be without us !

There are limits !

Any new stuff ?

He's making fun of us !

I don't know where my character's headed... but I'm going home !

And I emphasise...voluntarily !!

It's Pirandello�s style.

Got it !

Got it ! Got it !

Great news.

The ending's here.

Well, bugger me !

(Printer)

Lawyer

To the Lawyer : Dear Sir

It is my pleasure and honour to announce that we will finally know who killed Momo.

The recent confusion has made me realize that I should apply this method to myself.

although it was brutal, it was effective: I could write the first four acts of "The Return".

So it is in death that I will finish my play. To do this, place what there are of my remains

next to a Hewlett Packard 3200 computer, switched on permanently.

My body's painted yellow, so it will be easy to recognise me.

Hopefully I won't be mis-identified. I apologize for the noise and smoke.

But tell my neighbours, when they change the door-opener code, warn people !

Yours creatively, Darius.

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