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Mrs. Millaud?

Can it be done later next time? I am not fit in the morning due to the valium.

We will discuss that later.

Dr. Zimman understood. We always agreed after lunch.

I understood.

What a bad luck that now Dr. Zimman have had a stroke.

Do we have to start all over again? It is as if I am repeating myself.

No, we are not going to repeat. We discuss things from a different point of view.

This change can be very useful.

You look as if you want to ask questions about my position. Or not?

About how I work.

Your name is Catherine Bormans, you are a doctor ...

you specialize in psychiatry and you are a psychotherapist.

You have 20 years in different hospitals worked ...

and you could in the short term replaced Dr. Zimman in this clinic.

I could find that on Google.

I had imagined you differently.

Younger.

You know the most important thing.

What should I start with?

What do you want to start with?

Ludo.

It is best to tell about Ludo.

A new project? - Yes.

A bar on the beach.

Beautiful pictures.

Alex made them. - Alex?

He is staying with me. A photographer. - You didn't want people over there, did you?

This is different. I already know him ... We played together.

He just got dumped.

It is beautiful. You have a nice look. - Do you think?

I have to go. I ordered an Uber. - Do you have to leave now?

The bar owner wants to see me tomorrow. - We would spend the weekend together.

Are you sulking now?

Are you not too old for that?

You were just not sulking.

I don't understand why you do this.

What? - Why are you calling me...

if you don't feel like it to be with me?

I think it's dellicious to enjoy with you.

Did you have me on your sons sometimes? want to propose?

I could have been their brother.

If you'd rather not see me again ... - I don't mean that at all.

You say it.

Can you drop me there, please?

We call, huh?

What happened to Laclos after the risky relationships scandal.

This writer is primarily a man of action.

A soldier, an engineer and a man of conviction.

The French Revolution is the opportunity for him to write history.

As a follower of the Duke of Orleans he is suddenly arrested in ...

He was arrested in ...

He was arrested in ...

In 1793?

In 1793. Thank you.

He goes to the Force prison first and later to Picpus.

Who do you think will be a year later locked up between the same walls?

Hey?

Hey. Who am I talking to?

Ludo's friend. Who are you?

Can you ... Can you give him a minute?

No, he's opening oysters. - I'm Claire.

Claire. Claire who? Ludo?

Do you know a Claire? -No, I don't know Claire.

Sorry? - I think you are mistaken.

Can you give him a minute?

I'm Alex, Ludo's assistant. He will call you back as soon as possible.

Okay, okay, but can I speak to Ludo?

He is not here.

I just heard him. -He just left home.

Listen, this is not funny.

Ludo has not accepted your invitation.

Are you on social media, Dr. Bormans?

For people like me it's both ...

a shipwreck like a raft.

You float in the digital world.

Sometimes you are the spider, sometimes it ...

fly.

Register

Clara ...

Clara Antuns.

Date of birth

24, 25 ...

I didn't have Alex in mind. I didn't know him, he didn't tell me anything.

I approached him on Facebook to get closer to Ludo.

Friendship request sent

I didn't have to wait long.

Like

Nice that you like my photos.

They are fantastic.

Wow. Thanks.

You have a lot of talent. Good evening.

Wait! Which do you like best?

All of them. I can not choose.

What kind of work do you do?

I'm in fashion.

Fashion model?

Don't get carried away.

I organize fashion events

As an intern. They pay a lot of money.

I don't know that expression.

My boss is a huge miser.

... stingy man.

My boss is a loser ...

but it looks good on my resume.

I have time. I'm still young.

How was it?

Was okay.

Have you done anything special?

Bowed.

Well, isn't that nice? - Yes.

Was she there too?

It doesn't bother me anymore.

Of course. - Really.

Why do you ask? It is just like Siamese twins.

They are so stupid.

Who won?

She the first time and dad after that, I believe.

Not you?

He was the last one, the loser. - Shut up.

We can speak French here, that's okay.

Max, not at the table.

"Child, do not envy us for our age, in which the heart is slavish and rebellious

In which the laughter sadder is then your tears

Do not rush your thoughts Enjoy the morning, the spring

Your days are like entangled flowers Don't pick the leaves prematurely '

Not really inspiring. Sorry, this is for old people.

Well, you understood the theme, that is already something.

And what am I doing now?

I don't have to take a final exam this year.

Still in a meeting

Which style figures does he use?

What is the rhyme scheme?

Pretty nice.

I want to help, but think for yourself too.

Okay, okay too.

Don't get mad.

It is crossed rhyme, ABAB.

There are three style figures.

Have you ever heard of metaphors?

That little green light ...

indicating that the other is also online, just like you...

for his screen.

What did you feel when you saw that green light?

Consolation.

A pinch of Ventolin and I could breathe better.

I am...

very ugly...

and very old.

The excitement.

And also funny.

Maybe he watches what you do ...

the photos you comment on, the music you listen to ...

Really crazy what they all know about you.

Are you not at Insta?

Insta?

Social network, share photos and videos, mobile platforms ...

It is not my style to do what everyone else does.

You can buy tickets via the internet.

It's gonna be hard for you. Why?

You can't live without me anymore.

Only with a priority pass you have no queue. - It's faster.

Claire, are you okay? Is something wrong?

No, or actually.

A rude guy.

Tell. Who is it?

Nothing, just a boy who gets carried away.

A student? - He likes to play with fire. No.

Perhaps. - You're not going to play the cougar, are you?

I do not play.

It is serious.

We call women cougars what about men?

That's a man, right?

Men with younger women are always there been. They just think so.

It is not the same either. It is on a different level.

The devils' advocate.

I want to know exactly what you want.

You intrigue me.

Really? Woezo

How you do.

How do I do ???

Intriguing.

If we are an independent from the 20th century female writer had to choose ...

we would end up at Marguerite Duras.

"Very quickly," she wrote ...

'it was too late in my life. It was already too late at the age of 18.

Went between my 18th and 25th my face in an unforeseen way.

I never asked if everyone has that ...

but I had heard about the advance from the time you sometimes get caught ...

while you are in your younger years, the most celebrated years. "

Every word was chosen with care.

A small mistake on my part ...

a wrong word choice and ...

the magic could go up in smoke.

Do you know what I would like?

Tell me!

A REAL PHOTO OF YOU

I could not refuse him that photo.

Why not?

Then he would suspect something.

I could not go back.

It excited me, I think.

It was at that time ...

that I ended up in a spiral.

A spiral?

I would recommend Clara Antun s give a real face.

Hey?

With Clara.

Do you have a restricted number?

I want to be sure you don't ...

are a psychopath.

I understand.

And...

don't I sound like Dexter? - No.

Your voice sounds ...

Strange, but I had introduced me differently.

Well, I ...

Sorry.

That is not necessary. You ...

You have a nice voice.

Honestly I find my own voice ...

terribly annoying.

No, it is not.

That is nice of you.

Your voice sounds ...

very young.

How old are you exactly?

You are an adult, aren't you?

24, right?

Almost 25.

You sound younger. - I often hear that.

I posted a photo.

Don't you like it?

Yes. He's fantastic.

So you like me?

Yes, you can say that.

Have you seen my comment?

How can I be this beautiful creature Do not like?

Thank you.

Well...

Can I have your telephone number now?

Okay.

Not only shielded, now you fall still.

Clara.

Whose photo was it?

No idea. I chose it by accident.

You didn't mind that as Alex imagined you, he did not see you ...

but someone else?

No not really.

He said he liked my voice.

My words, my way of thinking, and I really am.

If I had told the truth and posted a real photo on Facebook ...

he had not accepted me as a friend.

At least he had no contact want to deal with a woman like me.

"A woman like me?"

Yes, a woman ...

with heavy eyelids and a pale complexion.

You want to that people think you are beautiful and young.

Yet?

I never wanted to give up that pleasure.

I like it when people go to look at me and like me. You not?

And yet it is precisely this man ...

sent a picture of another woman.

Yes, I did the opposite.

As if...

I didn't give myself a chance to exist in his eyes.

Now you can call me whenever you want, Clara de Stomme.

Baudelaire sees Marquise in his analysis the Merteuil as a female Tartuffe ...

always one step ahead and superior to Valmont.

What interested him most, was not her superiority to Valmont ...

but her rebellion as a woman, her rebellion ...

against a hypocritical society.

Open your book and go to letter 81.

9 missed calls

If I were with him I felt buzzing with life.

Merteuil had decided early on create a unique self.

I had never felt so full of life.

I didn't pretend to be 24 ...

i was 24

Have you known many men?

On Facebook?

No, I mean ...

men who have meant something to you. - A man really meant something to me.

You are not yet 25. You have plenty of time.

Do you still think about him?

Preferably ...

I remembered just the beautiful moments, but ...

that is difficult.

What did you talk about?

About theater, art ...

literature.

Okay, so you went with an intellectual?

Yes. Was he older than you?

A little.

You will be bored to death with a man like me.

Do I make that impression?

Not really.

It's a long time ago...

that I felt so comfortable with someone.

That reassures me.

Clara? - Yes?

I believe something is happening.

That doesn't happen ...

in one day.

Sometimes.

This is the proof.

Hey. Everything good? - Yes. Your hair looks nice.

Thank you. - You look good.

You too, by the way. - I watch my condition.

10 and 11 in Caluire, 12 in Lausanne ... - Gilles, I don't care about your theater tour.

I'll explain. I'll catch up with the weeks. - We are not going to change the schedule.

Solve it with your girlfriend. She doesn't have a bag to do.

No bag? And a French teacher says that.

Can she take care of them now? - I've changed my mind.

So nice to be selfish. It cost me with you for over 20 years to realize that.

Don't ask me why.

You met someone.

You would like to know, don't you? - I just want to know how you are doing.

I met someone if you want to know. He is handsome...

He's tender.

And with him everything is ...

relax. - Congratulations.

I'm starting to break free from you. That is really cool.

How was the party?

It was awful. -Really? How so?

The average age was 55. Unbelievable.

You are kidding me. - What a hell.

Unbelieveable.

They were trying to decorate you.

Perhaps.

Are you home yet? - I'm even in bed already.

What are you wearing?

A low-cut sweater ...

shorts ...

Are you naked under your sweater?

Yes.

Take it off.

I put my hand on your stomach. Do you feel it?

Yes, I feel it.

I slide it up very slowly ...

to your chest.

Yes. - You have such beautiful breasts.

Round and sturdy.

I want to kiss them. - Kiss them.

I kiss your nipples.

Do you feel how I suck on your nipples?

Do you know what I want? while I suck your nipples?

That you put your hand in your pants.

I want that too.

You want that, right? - Yes.

Say it.

I want...

a finger in my underpants let it slide.

Do it then.

How does it feel?

Warm. -Hot and wet?

Very warm and very wet.

Do you feel your pussy?

Go ahead, do it.

As horny as you finger yourself. Continue.

I want to hear you moan.

I get a stiff from you.

I'm going in you.

Come on.

Come.

How nice.

It's so...

Alex.

Oh, dear.

Dear.

I miss making love.

Not just the ...

But the kisses, the caresses ...

touching each other ...

or actually being touched.

What is love without desire?

Tell me about yourself. I tell you everything and you ...

You say nothing.

I'm just the temporary confidant of a message that is not meant for me.

So you are not flexible at all? - No, I am a doctor.

Your doctor.

No girlfriend.

Have you never been to bed? with a client?

That often happens ...

that someone desires his therapist, yet?

Seems to be the...

that it is sometimes part of the process.

The process.

The healing process.

Yes, for the patient, but what about the doctor?

We learn something from ourselves with every patient.

Sometimes it delivers ...

theoretical knowledge and sometimes ...

something personal.

Did it excite you?

That scene in the car with Alex on the phone, excitement, h ?

There are limits, Claire, that have been established by the medical code of conduct.

So we can't see each other? - Not next week.

I have to look after my niece. - You promised.

I really have little time. Sorry...

We cannot continue like this. I want to see you.

It's complicated. Now understand me.

I'm really doing my best, but ... least that you think of nothing else.

What is she doing?

Will she have forgotten us?

I'm madly in love with you, Alex. Really. I feel so comfortable with you.

I also want to see you, feel you ... That everything else fails.

I'm in the car now. I'll call you back. Good?

It was your father.

Go for it.

Violation.

That is a violation.

What a ref. Buy goddamn glasses.

Mom, sit down. - He looked dirty at me, but it is true.

Do you have children, doctor?

You must have a brilliant man.

Or not.

Isn't it frustrating? to never be able to give your opinion?

If you would know what went through my mind, sometimes ...

would you fall out of your seat.

We were talking about children.

Yes, my sons.

My sons.

When they were with their father ...

I found it difficult. - How difficult?

Then I let myself go.

How far?

So far ...

that I felt more like Clara than Claire.

You think so just like any other girl.

Clara ...

But you do not know me.

I know you are unique.

Yes.

We must not go too fast.

Even though it's hard for both of us.

It makes me crazy.

Okay, a present for mister Ongeduld.

You still have not said where that photo came from ...

or that video.

Yes, just look in your notes. I happened to find them on Google.

Accidentally. Really.

Why should I lie?

It's the face he fell on. The photo of that young woman.

It is not ...

nothing or unimportant.

It was a stranger.

Yes.

You could easily find the photos and videos of a stranger?

What world do you live in? Of course it's easy.

Everyone is displaying their lives. It is there for the taking.

Claire, this is not an interrogation and if you are not telling the truth, I can't help you.

Well, what difference does it make?

You will enjoy it.

It was a photo of my niece Katia.

Satisfied? You get along with that, huh?

Your niece?

A beautiful blonde. Alex seemed to fall blond. No more.

No more? - Yes, no more.

Tell me about that niece.

Good, but there is little to say.

Katia is my brother's daughter.

After he was killed with his wife...

she suddenly became orphan. That's all.

I do not understand what you mean. - I brought my niece into the house.

I took care of her like a daughter, while I barely knew her before.

Does she know ...

of that photo?

No, by the way, we see each other not anymore.

Once the legacy was settled, Katia left for Norway.

So you have her face, her age and appropriated her story.

What did you want?

Another life?

Not another life, my own life.

Finally.

I didn't go outside yesterday. It rained.

Here also.

I thought...

maybe she has time to call me.

I have to go to bed.

Do you want me to stay?

I fall over with fatigue.

Sometimes you sound like a mother.

Would you still love me if ...

when i'm old?

How old?

50.

50? That is still possible.

We still have our whole lives.

Did you wait for me? -Of course.

Sweet. What did you do in the meantime? Prepare my trip.

Which trip?

I'm going to Goa at the end of the month.

Only?

No, together with my roommate. You know, Ludo. I told you about him.

How long? -Two months.

Are you afraid you can't live without me?

Clara?

How long have you known this?

For a long time.

And you only tell it now.

You came unexpectedly, beautiful.

You know what? Come along.

I can not. -Yes. Just stop your internship.

We only live once.

What is changing for us when I am in Goa?

I think it's scary to think of that you are far away. So far.

It's not that we meet can hold on, right?

Do you miss me? Do you want to see me?

Of course.

That makes sense. Do not you?

Yes, but ...

I am so afraid...

I'm afraid to disappoint you. -Of course not.

that I know for sure.

I'm also afraid to disappoint you.

Clara ...

What are you doing here?

Are we going outside? I need fresh air.

OK, come on.

I can not forget him.

What can you not forget?

He's the center from my universe.

During his trip to Goa we spoke each other every day. Several times even.

If only it could stay that way.

When he returned, he started to push more and more ...

and it became harder to keep the boat off.

Surprise? I landed this morning.

Alex will be with Clara in three minutes

I was there...

in the same city as you.

I could not. Not today.

Wait, this is depressing.

You are a psychopath. You are kidding me.

You are insane. - No me...

Hey?

What are you doing here? - It is Sunday.

Of course, I was already waiting for you. I was already a little worried.

Will be.

What is it? - I'm going to set the table.

Who was that? What are you doing?

Friends are unexpectedly passing by.

You talk softly. Do you have a party? - I have to hang up. I'm still calling you.

No, you don't mean this. You take me fooled? Clara, I'm tired of it.

I always adapt to you. Can we not even calling now? What is wrong with you?

The refrigerator is empty. - I make pancakes.

There are no eggs.

What?

I have to tell you something.

What?

I have a relationship.

We live together.

A long time already?

A few months for you. I don't know so well anymore.

Damn. And you say so?

Couldn't you have said that earlier? - I've tried it.

Does he know about me?

No.

Gilles is very jealous and paranoid. It is not going so well between us. So...

Well, I ...

I now understand why you didn't want to see me.

You kept me on the line for weeks. - I'm sorry, Alex.

This really hurts.

Sorry.

I have to hang up. I have to process this.

Sorry.

Hello, Clara.

I don't know how you are, but I am completely lost.

That I can be so captivated by you.

I can't do anything anymore. I'm going crazy.

I'm in Paris next week. My train Arrives at Montparnasse at 3:02 pm.

Don't call me or send me messages.

If you really care about me, then make sure you are there.

You do not know how much I would like to meet you.

It became unbearable. I needed a knot cut it, there was nothing else to it.

It broke my heart.

But when I saw him on the bus, so young and vulnerable ...

did I know that the moment had arrived ...

It hurt me too much.

Alex, something unexpected has happened, yesterday...

Gilles asked me to marry him.

I said yes.

We are going to emigrate to Brazil.

He has taken on work there.

I know I am making the right choice.

You and I lived in a dream with our eyes open.

It was delicious...

but it was no more than a dream.

Don't be mad at me.

I always keep a place for you in my heart.

I resumed my old life as you close a novel.

Hurt ...

floored ...

old.

When I wanted to contact again, it was too late.

His page was gone.

By disappearing, Alex became more radical than me and in a way ...

stronger too.

Hey.

I have been busy. No more.

Indeed.

What an insight.

I didn't hesitate for long. Only this way I could figure out how he was doing.

You look fantastic. - Thank you.

But I have this year almost worked in one piece.

And you? Are you okay with your construction projects?

Its way. - You look tired. Are you OK?

Yes, yes.

It's just a little hard now. - Difficult?

Do you remember my friend Alex?

The photographer. - Yes, vague.

He had a car accident.

He has driven off a cliff.

Unbelievable, right?

Only because of a psychopath he knew from Facebook, but never met.

The police saw that he had not braked.

He is dead.

Sorry.

Hey?

If someone dies ...

what do we do then with his virtual identity?

Do we leave it as it is? Do we delete it?

What kind of choice do we have?

Wait.

I've written it down.

It was vital, necessary.

I want to hear your opinion. It is important.

I'll read it.

REAL SECRETS by Claire Millaud

For a long time the idea was that nothing would happen between us, unbearable.

Stopping it was like giving up life.

In the end I was crazy on this man.

Why should I give up? What did it cost to try?

The fear of Clara unable to replace?

Would Alex be unhappy?

But I could comfort him.

Sorry, I think I know you.

Sorry? - I think I know you.

Are you not a friend of Ludo's? - Ludovic? Yes.

I knew it. I'm his ... A friend from the past.

No light comes on?

The oysters. On the phone. - Oh yeah.

Do you still live with him in Somme?

He hasn't evicted me yet.

Then you must have a good character.

Are you a photographer?

More or less.

I'm working on an exhibition.

Ludo had told me about it.

He had shown some pictures of you.

I found them very beautiful.

Thanks.

I have to get the next one out.

Do you also make portraits? I mean non-exposed photos on the street ...

but portraits of ...

Yes, I do too. I make portraits, photo albums ...

I do everything except weddings.

I need a picture for my next book.

They usually send a photographer, but now...

Funny that I bump into you, maybe you can ...

Hell yes...

I am looking for a job so that would be great.

Crazy. Can I have your phonenumber? - If you are interested ...

Sorry, I forgot your first name. - Claire.

My name is Claire.

But it is mainly about Nora in Ibsens A dollhouse.

The doll, the good wife ...

the responsible mother. She is.

The piece is about awakening of her consciousness.

The emancipation of a woman outside the role that society imposes on it.

More than a century later, this refusal speaks to conform you to us still to ...

You don't want to stick to the standards in which you are locked up.

How did he do that?

What? Who?

Ludo. How could he be with such a beautiful woman if you go out? You are super photogenic.

Very well. Shall we maybe ...

loosen your top button? - From my blouse?

The book is intended for academics, I do not know if...

All the more reason to seduce the reader.

Well done.

Awesome.

Take a seat. - Relax a little more?

Sorry, I moved. - Does not matter.

Are you married, children, divorced? - Indeed.

All three hit. - And in the right order.

And all for your 30th. You hide something from me.

May I...

try something?

Are you okay or do you want to take a break? -No, go on.

I have nothing to hide.

I have been married for 20 years with a man who was everything to me.

I've had friends for him, but that was so long ago. I forgot them.

I have had two children. Two boys.

I thought I was a good mother if I gave them the breast ...

My breasts have never recovered, neither my belly.

My husband left me for a wife who could be my daughter.

When that happened, I thought that I would die of sorrow.

I'm too passionate. That's the right word.

But I can also be happy.

So I think ...

that you know pretty much everything.

Crazy.

What?

Nothing. Our meeting. Thats crazy.

So, or you cut it into a portrait. That is a bit sharper.

I like that.

This one is beautiful and we have it too with a smile and I like that the most.

You too? -Yes.

We are free day and night.

We had to make up for lost time.

We started living together very quickly, or actually he moved in with me.

Extinguish my eyes I can still see you

Close my ears I can still hear you

And without feet, can i still follow you

And even without a mouth, can I still call you

Read on. -No you.

Please. -To go on.

Break my arms and I embrace you with my heart like with a hand

Hold my heart and my brain will beat, ignite my brain

my blood will carry you

I love you.

I love you so much. - I love you too.

Do you know what I love the most?

Very crazy...

but that is your voice.

Claire's voice is Clara's.

Of course he was still thinking about her.

I was thinking so naively that my face would replace hers?

How could I forget that I was a consolation? because he had lost her?

Even worse. He loved her through me.

There is no bigger rival then she who does not exist.

Alex, I couldn't forget you. It's over with Gilles.

I'm back in Paris. I love you. I've missed you.

I don't know where you are, but if you still love me, come to Caf Fran ais.

I will be there between 6 pm and 8 pm. Try me not to call. If you don't come ...

you'll never hear from me again. I promise. Your Clara.

Are you ready? - Yes.

We go? -Yes.

Do you really not want to stay at home? -No, I want to have lunch somewhere.

The point is that I'd rather eat you.

Shall we go to the movies?

Certainly.

Take a look at what's going on.

I'm going to get a sweater.

I'm cold.

Welcome back, Clara.

We hear screams, howling brakes, a blow. And finally silence.

In a movie it could end like this.

Yes, and in reality?

Why don't you come up with a happy ending?

Even in a fantasy world, you allow yourself no luck, like you want to hurt yourself ...

time after time.

Who hurt you, Claire?

Who hurt you?

Do you know what I stole from Katia?

It took me a while to realize it but the attitude of Katia, my niece ...

became more hostile towards me ...

in the course of time.

Gilles is her uncle, through our marriage ...

I have been told often enough, no blood relationship ...

"She loves me, I love her, none aggravating circumstances, only love. "

His words.

Actually...

27 year age difference by 20 years of marriage.

Katia did not return to Norway, she moved in with my husband.

I couldn't tell you.

Not even writing.

They destroyed me. She destroyed me.

But was she your rival ...

that you had chosen to embody you?

Yes.

I wanted her beauty, her youth...

I envied her for her happiness, she had stolen mine.

I was jealous.

It all happens as if you were the truth refuses, as if you are fleeing from a truth.

The desire for eternity, the illusion of eternal youth, yes.

We all want to stay far away ...

at the prospect of our death.

I don't mind dying ...

but they are let down.

We are never too old to be small.

I wanted to be cared for soothed even with illusions.

How long has it been?

She was about nine months ago included

It went pretty far.

Alex was completely captivated by her.

So bad that he caught me up one day showed a message.

I immediately recognized her voice.

At first I didn't want to believe it.

I thought it was a game.

Something perverse.

I didn't say anything to Alex, but point it out to him ...

that girl, that Clara ....

was too perfect.

Then he started to doubt.

When Clara disappeared he deleted his profile.

A few months later she called me.

I said he was dead because of her.

That he had turned his back.

My friend went crazy and I ...

I don't like being cheated.

So I lied.

I do not understand.

Has he not been killed?

No.

He even just became a father.

He lives in southern France.

He is married.

He became a father last month.

From a girl.

We think we are guilty not.

I'm coming to say goodbye.

Sometimes a patient has something in him what we had and have lost.

I have taken your advice to heart.

I am working on my manuscript again.

It was good to realize that everything is possible again.

That there is not just one end.

No.

Is right.

See you again, Claire.

Bye.