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You're not cold?

I'm hot.

Your parents...

Won't they worry?

No!

What about yours?

In your lair at last...

It's exactly the way I imagined it.

Any specific desires?

With you, anything goes.

You're wonderful.

Come here.

Don't be afraid.

Come here.

Nadia...

Nadia?

Lydia?

Marc!

Hello, Marianne.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Shit, Marc.

The din you made last night...

A din?

The car's muffler, you mean?

You had company.

Company?
No, you dreamt it.

Probably the TV.

Looks like spring is in the air.

Emma?

LOVE IS THE PERFECT CRIME

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

Go ahead.

Right now if you want.

In the work bubbles.
You can't miss them.

Yes, of course,

from the outside,
you're facing a mature man,

still physically sound,

and who teaches the art of writing
to attractive young women

who are eager to get their teeth
into life and literature.

This man would not be out of place
at student parties.

And, now and then,
he could take one of them home

to teach her the art of love

that literature feeds on to survive.

You've got me!

Actually, no.

On the inside, this man yearns

for the eagerly awaited arrival
of spring,

that incredible blend of novelty
and memories that comes along.

How to teach these young things
the choice of a word,

the invention of a sentence,
the creation of a rhythm,

to get across
this feeling of renewal?

That's what this man loves.

I won't keep you any longer.

If you recall anything
about last week's party and about...

Barbara.

Barbara.
Yes, that's her name.

You do a tough job, Jacques.

From the outside, maybe.
On the inside, every clay is spring.

Till next time.

Have a good weekend.

The Japanese author
Kazuo Kamimura writes,

a person isn't marked
so much by past experiences...

as by the landscapes
that he or she lives in.

All right...

To start with...

instead of an umpteenth account
of family trauma

and personal tragedy,

invent a landscape and tell me,
"That's my mother."

Invent another and say,
"That's my father."

And if you have a little time left,

"my boyfriend" or "my girlfriend".

As for yourselves,
we'll see about that later.

You have one hour.

How's the lung cancer doing?

"A smoker seeks self-unity
in the landscape."

André Breton.

I'm Barbara's mother.

Anna Canale.

Sorry.

You're very young.

Pleased to meet you.

Can we sit?
I'd like to talk to you.

I don't want to bother you.

You're not bothering me.

Would you like coffee?

No, thank you.

You're Barbara's tutor.

She talks about you.

Tell me about her.

Me?

Yes, tell me about her, please.

You know her better than I do.

No, I don't know her.

True, who can claim to know them?

I've only known Barbara
a few months.

I married her father last spring.

He's an intelligence officer
in the French army.

After a summer together,
he left for Mali.

Timbuktu.

I've had no news since.

It's not always easy with Barbara.

But we both make an effort.

I'm worried sick.

I can tell
something's happened to her.

One should always expect
the worst from life.

But I can't accept that
in relation to Barbara.

Perhaps she's just run away.

Don't let me get your hopes up.

But I'm very pleased with her.

I'm delighted to have this chance
to tell you that.

She has great potential.

I'm not saying it
just to make you happy, Anna.

Here.

My number's on this.

I can't put them up
on the campus.

The idiots.

That's appalling.

Marc!

Marc!

I'm fine!

Everything's ok!

Hello, Richard.

What are you doing out here
in the tundra?

Meditating.

I stopped when I saw your car.

You weren't on the trail.

You could soon fall in a hole here.

I like coming here.

In all weathers, in every season,
the light is incredible.

Marianne and I
made it our realm once.

We covered every square inch of it

when we were children.

Our parents wanted to live
in the mountains.

Our mother was a vegetarian
incidentally.

As a young man,
potholing attracted me.

I think it still haunts me.

Your incense stings my throat.

How do you stand it?

I bumped into Richard Olso.

What was that jerk up to
in the woods?

Anyone would think he's stalking me.

- Why would he?
- Maybe to fire me.

He wants to see me screw up.

Marinelli, the new clean,
feels Richard can do no wrong.

So what?

It's not my fault.

Spare your breath.

Richard took over Literature
instead of me.

Now he wants me out.
The only thing stopping him

is you, my sister,
the sweet librarian.

I have no illusions.

What was he doing around here?

Do you think I'm stupid?

I see what you're up to.

I'm not deaf and blind, ok.

What's your game with the missing
student's gorgeous mother?

You were together in the cafeteria.

Gorgeous?

She's her stepmother.

What does she want?

Her husband's away in Mali.

There's a war there

and it's likely to last a while.

Fine. Listen to me.

I'd like you to keep your distance.

Beware.

She could well blame us
for Barbara's disappearance,

kick up a scandal
and sink our standing.

You know how that

will affect enrolment.

Particularly in our department
that I struggle to defend.

I know you do.

How do you see me?

You exaggerate.
I never tried to pick her up.

Come on...

After laying waste
to the student body

- it would ruin you
if there were a complaint -

perhaps you've changed your quarry.

You're a charmer, a Don Juan.
You draw them like flies.

Richard, one of these clays
I'll sue you for slander.

I know you better than you think.

I'm trying my best to warn you.

I don't want Marianne to accuse me
of not warning you.

You're your own enemy.

Your sentences begin with "I".

When this "I"
opens his bedroom window,

"he" sees his garden,

then the houses of "his" neighbours,

and then the ski resort

where "he" will go with "his" friends
on Sunday.

Your windows open
onto a familiar landscape.

I call this "family" literature.

But there's a form of literature
in which the "I" doesn't exist.

We're plunged into the unknown,

the far side of the mountain.

We wish we could return home

and say "I" at last.

And even "We"

because a woman waits for us there.

Let's call her Penelope.

The journey is long,

perhaps endless,
continually dangerous.

We meet...

all kinds of creatures.

Even sirens.

You've recognized Ulysses
and his Odyssey.

To return home...

Ulysses sails from isle to isle

in a perilous, uncertain world.

James Joyce's precept
to write successfully was:

"Silence, exile and cunning".

Isn't that Ulysses' motto,
word for word?

And love in all that?

It hadn't been invented yet,
Ms. Eggbaum.

Am I disturbing you?

Try the pumpkin soup.
It's delicious.

You're thinking, "This woman
has nothing better to do."

"Why does she harass people?"

I don't know the answer.

I think I feel lonely.

You must find me unbearable.

What an idea,
marrying an army officer.

The world's in turmoil. I'd never
embark upon a military career,

even if I were twenty.

True, it's a steady job
and that's something.

After all, look at the car industry,
the state of our pensions...

You know, my husband's face
is fading from my memory.

I think Barbara prevented that.

She kept him alive in my mind.

She was the link.

See what I mean?

Perfectly.

Everyone saw you at the cafeteria.

Of course.

We weren't hiding.

What are you saying?
I can't speak to a woman

without your imagination
running wild?

I've been up since dawn.

The woman is clearly lost.
She wants nothing.

Just to talk about Barbara.

Nothing more.
I suppose it helps her.

I should have let her down?
Ignored her?

Put yourself in my shoes.

"In the middle of life's path,
I wandered in a dark forest..."

Don't I get a kiss?

Good night.

Hello, Marianne.

You sleepwalk, Marc.

What do you mean?

Last night...

I heard you again.

I don't know what you get up to.

It was this morning, early.
I went for a walk.

It was the middle of the night.

I'm starving like a wolf.

Want some eggs?

Not hungry.

If I did sleepwalk, would it matter?

I haven't fallen in a hole yet.

I'll begin my thoughts

with

the mention

of a very famous line

by Dante,

the first line of
"The Divine Comedy".

"In the middle of life's path..."

At that time, Dante was 35 years old.

And, incidentally,

the writer is quite possibly a man

whose motto would be,

"I don't conceal
the subject that I am."

I don't conceal
the subject that I am.

This distinguishes
the writer in relation to...

Marianne just had
a dizzy spell in the library.

Obviously.
She eats nothing but low-fat cheese.

She collapsed while on a stepladder.

- She nearly split her skull open.
- Stay here!

I want this eaten up
when I get back.

I'm going to the pharmacy.

I could get some DVDs.

How about a good series?

I should have noticed
that you weren't well.

But the students wear me out.

I'm off.

Don't forget my cigarettes above all.

Right now, I'd rather see you eat
than smoke cigarettes.

I send you a thousand wet roses

Paradise is white

So white

From me to me

One in the other

Excuse me, sir,
the store's closing soon.

Go home now
without causing any trouble.

What trouble?

Sorry. Forgive me.

- Where can I...
- Give it here.

I've lost my keys.

It's silly but I've lost them.

Your keys?

You look frozen.

I am.
I've been waiting for you.

I recognized your car.
Maybe you could drop me off.

I thought,
"I'll wait and ask him. We'll see."

Of course.
I'll be delighted to help you out.

It's going to be a cold week.

Get in.

The smell of cold tobacco is awful.

Do you smoke a lot?

I often pray to heaven

so that the effect of nicotine
will be eternal.

So that joy will never die.

A strange situation, isn't it?

It must be me.

I can't sleep, I'm exhausted
and can't think straight.

I feel an electric current
when you touch me. Don't you?

I don't know.

Any news of Barbara?

Nothing.

According to the police, the strange
part is no one has seen her.

A total void.

And your husband?

I can't even say his name anymore.

This morning, my mind went blank.

Blank?

What was that current you mentioned?

The current I mentioned?

We should be going.

We may get stuck.
It happened to me once in summer.

I can't wait for spring, Marc.
You've no idea.

It's ok.

The buds are nearly here,
hidden under the snow.

It's like being in an eagle's nest,
perched above the void...

in the middle of nowhere.

Do I embarrass you?

You're not my mother or my sister.
You may carry on.

You're safe with me.

I bathe

In your bed of black diamonds

I explore the depths of mirrors

For God's sake,

where have you been?

Here's everything you asked for.

It's 2 AM, Marc.

There isn't one fucking cigarette
anywhere.

But you don't care.

It only took 7 or 8 hours.

Calm down. I got stuck
in the station parking lot, ok.

That's why I'm late.

A post rose up out of the ground
and wouldn't budge.

I was stuck up there all this time.

You know everything now.

Fascinating.
Absolutely fascinating.

I couldn't call, my battery was flat.

I knew you were waiting.

I'm a smoker too.

I knew you were going frantic
like a caged beast.

It made me sick

but they were so out of it,
I could have been there all night.

You got your rocks off, did you?

All that technology

will drive us mad.

How's Marianne?

Much better.

I'll call on her today to check
that you're looking after her.

If you don't mind.

Not at all.

My American screenwriter guests
are a big hit.

Your students will be late.

Shall I introduce you?

Maybe one clay you'll dine
with Spielberg

and have coffee with Nicole Kidman.

Too old now.

Annie Eggbaum...

What are you doing here?

Don't you have a cop series
to pitch to Hollywood?

I'm sorry to insist, sir,

but I need
the private lessons I talked about.

I absolutely need them.

Listen, Annie,

I don't know what to say.

Don't harass me.

Private lessons would be no use.

You have no ear for it
and I can't change that.

Why keep insisting?

I'll work.
I'll work twice as hard.

Writing is mostly work.

It's 99 % work.
You keep telling us that.

We need to talk
about the remaining 1 %, Annie.

It's tough admitting
you're worthless. Look at me.

Do I seem unhappy?

A lot of problems were solved
when I understood

I'd never be a real writer.

It was a genuine rebirth.

Drop it, Annie.
There's no shame in it.

Don't wait until you're my age
to open your eyes.

Be lucid, young lady.

In order to optimize

your literary training
on the job market,

the departmental head, Richard Olso,
introduced you earlier

to some leading lights
of the Anglo-Saxon school

of narrative strategy.

As for me,
I wanted to show you

an example of a different register,

that of so-called automatic writing,

as used in Luis Bunuel's film,
"L'Age d'Or".

This method of free association

devoid of all strategy,

gave birth
to the revolutionary "mad love"

cherished by André Breton.

Let me point out

that this film has a second,
even more beautiful title:

"In the Icy Waters
of Selfish Calculation".

The scorpion is an arachnid common
to warm regions of the ancient world.

The tail is composed
of a series of 5 prismatic joints.

It ousts all those that disturb it.

Such rapidity
and virtuosity in its attack!

Despite its rage,
the rat succumbs to its blows.

A few hours later...

It's like a desert tonight...

Have you seen that tall, thin woman
I chat to?

The missing girl's mother?

No, I haven't seen her today.

Maybe they've found the girl's body.

You read too many thrillers.

That film really sucked!

I hate silent movies.

Silent?
It's one of the first talkies!

I didn't hate it that much.

I was winding you up.

Still, on a sexual level,

your crazy love's tame.

Mad love.

Stop it, Anna.

Annie.

Annie Eggbaum.

Forgive me, Annie.

You've taken too many vitamins?

You've been out of sorts lately.

My breasts are covered with freckles,
I'm totally waxed

and I have pert, pretty buttocks.

I can restore your balance
if you want.

Do you have a car here?

Wait outside.
I'll pick you up in 5 minutes.

BYE, Ms. Eggbaum!

- What's going on?
- Hello to your father.

What?

She can't have too much sugar.

Hello, Marianne.

Let her get her strength back.
Don't worry, it's under control.

I can eat all the chocolate I want.

Thanks for coming, Richard.

I parked so I won't be in your way
when you leave.

My head's killing me.

Marianne, to be quite frank,

you're still looking pale.

Don't overdo it.

We picked you up off the floor.

Marc's right. It's getting late.

Your chocolates did me a lot of good.

- Thanks for coming.
- Only natural. I'm here to help.

You're so kind...

Don't worry,
I'll soon be up and about.

I'll sign up with a gym.

Try mine. It's the best.

- Shall I see to it?
- She'll think it over.

"Try mine, it's the best.
Shall I see to it?"

Unbelievable...

Silvery flow

Meandering through the mud

I'm a shower of roses on your cheeks

From me to me

What's happening to me?

- Anna?
- Asshole!

Listen, Annie, I wanted to apo...

You enjoy humiliating me?
How could you?

Listen, I wanted to apologize.

Who do you think you are,
you shitty, half-assed writer?

Calm down.

Fuck you and your asshole car!

- You piece of shit writer!
- Go to hell, young lady.

Sex-starved jerk!

To hell with students,
to hell with young, bland flesh.

This is nothing to do with me.

Here he is.

You're lucky.
He could have taken longer.

You're skiing again?

Nothing to say?

- This is Barbara's stepmother.
- I know.

We've introduced ourselves.

I found this.

It was Barbara's.

My visit seems to be
a bit of a shock.

Forgive me.
I didn't have your number.

I'm eager to read this.
Thank you.

Thanks for the coffee.

Take your time. There's no rush.

I'll see you to your car.

I'm parked at the end of the track.

See you soon.

Still no news?

No, nothing.

How are you doing?

Fine.

You know where I live.

Marc!

Take a sheet of paper,
open your laptops...

and note everything you think of
in the next 30 minutes.

Without "I", without "he" or "she",

without the simple past.

Give me a little pure presence.

What?

Too long? Too short?

Go.

Marc!

I need a word.

Bad news.

I've never seen such a mess.

We're with you.

Your workshop and post
aren't being renewed.

- We must stand firm.
- Of course but...

A matter of survival.

Calm down, old chap.
You crossed a line.

I couldn't help.

You went and picked the one
you should never have chosen.

Who are you talking about?

You mean which one?

Listen...

You're a provoker.

- Know who Annie Eggbaum's father is?
- I didn't touch her.

Thank God!

Remember Tony Soprano?

A human, friendly guy
but a real mafioso?

That's her father.

I don't care what you did
but you offended her.

I warned you. Our budget is slashed,
we're in crisis like never before.

And, this morning, Christian Eggbaum
calls Dean Marinelli!

He was still in his robe.

I have no choice this time, pal.

Yes, Marianne.

Have you seen Marc?

He's right here.

But I can't do a thing for him.

I'd like a word in private
as soon as possible.

Where?

- My little office in half an hour.
- All right then.

Don't be late.

See you.

This lake is magnificent.

I'll try to talk to the clean.

But don't get your hopes up too much.

The smell of that room
was genuinely disturbing.

It always had been.

The smell of that room in the morning

while she was still in bed,

as if a part of her body
had evaporated during the night

and was floating in the warm air.

Where are you, Barbara?

It's Marinelli.

Cheer up, old chap.
We just met

and decided to delay your execution.

I'm kidding.
Your writing workshop stays.

Richard told us what you put into it.
He defended you brilliantly.

I'm sure it's a misunderstanding
with Ms. Eggbaum.

Just as I'm sure
you'll soon clear it up.

See you soon, Marc.

Thank you.

Pure magic.

You chased after that student?

I refused to give her
private lessons.

She chased after me.

I hope you see the difference.

The light's incredible.

Do you want a drink?

It's only 5 AM.

I don't care.

It soothes me.

A small one, please.

- What's going on, Marc?
- Nothing.

I promise you.

You're so distant...

I didn't sleep with that student
but her father's a dangerous man.

The world isn't civilized, you know.

While you tell me stories,

I sacrifice myself for you.

To save you from being fired.

I sacrifice myself
and this is my reward.

That'll teach me.

Richard is having a Nordic brunch
on Sunday. I promised we'd go.

Since I'm a sleepwalker...

Yes?

It's me. Marc.

Second floor.

Are you ok?

Perhaps the body of a young woman
unites us.

Her absence.
Just her absence.

I haven't smoked in bed for years.

Does it bother you?

I've never climaxed
so long or so deeply.

I knew nothing of it before today.

I can't speak anymore.

You're the first.

I know.

A full breakfast, please.

What sign are you?

Scorpio.

"Rich times.
An encounter may happen along.

"Be alert."

I'll keep an eye out.

"Advice for a nuclear explosion."

"Stay shut in at home."

- Sorry.
- My fault.

I was checking my messages.

It's a beautiful clay.

Yes, we should all be skiing.

- You ski?
- I still do now and then.

I have trouble with skiing.

All that heavy gear.
I feel like an astronaut.

- Maybe because of my own weight.
- Too many croissants?

Drink, maybe, since I quit smoking.

And my wife's too good a cook.

We're never wary enough of women.

You can say that again, Jacques.

You fell down the stairs?

You're not obliged to answer.

No, not the stairs.
Does it look that bad?

No, it's just a bit yellow and blue.

Damn edge.

What edge?

The edge of my ski.

The sharp metal bit under the board.

I fell right on it while...

Skiing's too dangerous for me.

Excuse me.

The current's still flowing.

I was worried.

Come with me.

Come on.

I know no better way
to get into trouble.

But meeting you is a true delight.

Careful...

No cleaners,
no wandering electricians.

A miracle.

I can't wait to know you better.

- Everything's fine.
- No, it isn't.

Stop talking crap, it's annoying.

You and your whore can drop dead!

What are you talking about?
Listen...

You've nothing to worry about.
You're my sister, I love you, period.

Now let's talk about you.

Could you hold Nordic brunches
in winter, barbecues in summer

and serve guests on that jerk's arm?

What do you mean?

Smile, they're watching us.

It's top quality caviar.

Excuse me.

I'll say hi to Marinelli.

It's a joy to have you both.

Let's get things clear.
Despite your campus escapades,

I'm not your enemy.
Do you know that?

Any man lurking around my sister
is my enemy.

I'm kidding.

I'll make no more waves on campus.
Does that suit you?

Can I confide in you?

No, Richard, I'd rather not.

Don't be offended.
It's too big a responsibility.

I sleepwalk.

Ask Marianne.
I talk in my sleep.

I walk and I talk.

Never confide in me.

I wanted to say
I'm glad you're here.

I'm aware of your efforts
in relation to your sister.

Do you have any black radish?

Maybe.

Check the tables.

Everything ok?

Annie, it's you...

- What's your problem?
- You're crazy!

Is it about the lessons?

Cut the crap.

IN x Q N“

Don't use that tone with me.

- You're hurting me.
- Me?

Have you seen the marks
on my face?

I need some aspirin.

Why don't you like me?

If you want to make my headache
worse, say so, it'll save time.

Help me find some aspirin.

Know what I'd like?

For us to shake hands.

Screw you.

Fine, that's clear.

Why did you do it?

I should always have some on me.

I can't risk being accused
of sleeping with a student.

Look at them.

All they want to see...

is my head rolling in the sawdust.

We should go back out separately.

I know I behaved badly with you.

I promise we'll talk about it later
in a more suitable setting.

All right?

Kiss me.

Hold me

and kiss me.

You don't understand.

Do it now. You have 3 seconds

and then the deal's off.

It's in God's hands...

Pull yourself together.
Don't be childish and keep your word.

You got the kiss you wanted.

How can I possibly trust you?

Calm down.

Calm down.

We'll talk about this tomorrow.

Anyhow, that kiss was dynamite.

Dynamite?

Exactly.

You leave first.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Off you go now.

Anna are you there

Maniac!

Hello, sir, what's wrong?
Were you in a fight?

Are you able to drive?

Pull onto the car park.

Shall I take you to hospital?

Are you on drugs, sir?

Sir, get out, please.

Get out of the car.
I won't say it again.

No need to say it again.
I'm not deaf.

Don't overdo it.
My head's about to explode.

Are you armed?

Are you armed?

Armed? Certainly not.

Drop that object, sir.

Put your hands on the hood.
Lean forward, spread your legs.

I need to search you.

I'm dreaming.

Do as I say.

Listen...

I have one hell of a headache.

I have a headache too.

Marc?

Anna...

Have I slept?

Along time.

You made love to me too.

Along time.

Don't be upset

but it's as if I was unconscious
between ringing the bell and now.

It's crazy.

What time is it?

2 AM.

Before ringing the bell,
do you remember?

Yes, a nightmare.

A freezing barbecue...

with people from the university
who all hate me.

And then...

an identity check on the road.

My nose was gushing blood.

A foul motorcycle cop...

And then your voice.
Finally.

Don't you ever go out?

How can you stay here alone?

I wait here for you.

I'm a homeless housewife.

Jesus fucking Christ...

You don't do that job
if you have a weak heart.

You expose everyone
to a miscarriage of justice.

What if I killed you?

You're not around anymore to tell me.

I don't remember a thing.

What a jerk!

I don't believe it.

Barbara...

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Can't you see I'm naked?

Where were you?

What's all that blood?

My nose.

Emotion, the advent of spring...

I suffer from insomnia

and I came across a wild boar
torn apart by wolves, that's all.

The wolves are back
and they're hungry. It's natural.

You're crazy. Screw you!
I won't cover for you anymore.

Is something wrong?

- No, everything's fine.
- Good.

Did you enjoy the class?

No idea. I didn't listen.

It's because
I was fascinated by you, Marc.

You use my first name now?

You kissed me yesterday.

Perhaps. People do that often.
It's probably the recession,

the idea the world's about to end.
We used to call it making out.

It was linked
to the arrival of spring.

I don't know what you call it now.

But, yes, we made out,

you and I, yesterday, Sunday,
of course.

Let me check my diary.

When are you free?
One morning next week?

Would that suit you?
I can find a room.

You'll give me lessons?

I guess so,
if you drop the familiarity.

Think it over.

- Tomorrow, 5 PM. My place.
- 5 PM...

Room 325. Very good.

Having a blast?

I wouldn't say that but I'm fine.

They're very appetizing.

You soon get used to them.

Any news?

Yes and no.

Gorging on croissants, long naps,
the sports paper...

With a lead all the same.

A mere thread. Concealed.

Keep at it, Jacques.

Where are you?

I'm sorry.

Was there something
between Barbara and you?

No.

Of course not, Anna.

Poor Barbara...

I couldn't even remember her name.

Even though she was the most gifted.

She often spoke about you.

Nicely, I hope.

Her tone would change.

Did it break?

I think she was in love with you.

I wouldn't mind if there had been
something between Barbara and you.

On the contrary.

It could bring us closer.

Better than room 325, isn't it?

300, right?

For one hour? In cash?

Your latest assignment...

I'll read something at random.

"I am the wave that, alas,
always breaks against him.

"He is the rock that haunts
my nights, my days, my siestas;

"over which the tide bearing me
has no hold.

"His greying temples..."

All right.

Has no one ever told you
the semi-colon is dead?

Come on!

I need to talk to you
about sirens and literature.

I can understand your need
to cool down before the lesson but...

We're alone here.
Can that be analysed?

Can't you imagine
I may be with someone?

I'm not jealous.
You mean that woman?

I don't know. For instance.

She's no spring chicken.

A bit dried up...

Starving for a fuck.

You're into widows
and depressed women?

How can anyone marry a soldier?

You know about that?

Of course.

She's told the whole campus.

Personally, I wouldn't trust her.

Want me to find out about her?

I can ask my clad to do it.
It's dead easy.

No, certainly not.
Please stay out of it.

Listen, Annie.

That woman has a name.
It's Anna.

And Anna is the very woman
I've always dreamed of

without realizing.

I'm sorry.

"Anna, Anna, Anna..."

Try to imagine

an erupting volcano, an avalanche
on Everest's Chinese face,

a typhoon, a hurricane...

You know what?

You're an old romantic.

Come on.

What's the problem?

A crick in my back, sciatica,

tendinitis... I don't know.

Try this.

It's amazing!

You're right in it!

What is this thing?

It turns the living room
into a movie theatre!

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

I've put my back out.
It took me ages to cross the yard.

Thanks for helping.

Don't be so dramatic.

Stay out of it!

Don't come
between my sister and me!

First off, where were you?

You know where I was,
giving lessons.

I nearly forgot.
Heard about Barbara?

The cop took a weapon
from a student.

The boy hasn't confessed
but he used to date Barbara.

That's a good lead.

It's frightening.

I hope the inspector
stays on the campus.

I don't want to get shot by some
idiot. Maybe we should all be armed.

I didn't know
you still cared about me.

I'm happy to learn it.

But what must I do?

Wait for you to give me the news?

Wait until the clay you move out?

Wait until I end up alone?

Since when will you end up alone?

Since when is Richard a valid option
in any situation?

Will we eat with him soon?

Meet him in his robe in the morning?

Hear him sing in the shower?

Calm down.

Inhale. It'll ease the pain.

What is it? Drugs?

He drugs you?
I must be dreaming.

Not at all. Try it.

Yes, I get high with him
now and then.

Who else can I do it with?
You're never here.

Were you at her place
last night?

Marianne...

No.

What's happening to us, Marc?

As Mum said,
"The two virgins have to part."

After the bitch had beaten us.

I'll never abandon you, Marianne.

Whatever happens. I swear.

Me neither.

Hello, pal.

Marianne asked me to fetch her.

She's expecting you.

Well then, won over?

IN x Q N“

The 3D home cinema.
Not bad, huh?

Fabulous. What do I owe you?

It's a gift, pal.

Relax, Marc.

You can let it all hang out,

like in the Summer of Love.

Marianne!

The year is 1688.

Sir John Dennis
has just crossed the Alps.

In the face of such wildness,

only the oxymoron...

- look it up -

...can express what he feels.

"All this inspired within me

"delectable terror,

"appalling joy

"and, at the very moment
I felt infinite pleasure,

"I was trembling."

For you, today,

what do you feel?

Is it frightful? Sublime?

Beautiful?

Is it erotic?

You have 20 minutes
to take it all in.

Remember,
experience of a landscape

is above all self-experience.

Go ahead.

- Anna...
- Marc?

Are you free this weekend?

I'm free in two hours.

Pack for three days
and pick me up.

I love you.

Me too.

- It's on the house.
- Thank you.

Your bungalow will soon be ready.

Nothing important.

To the astounding, virgin land
you've introduced me to.

This weekend is madness.

But I wanted it so much.

I never imagined
things would develop...

so quickly between us.

Forgive me.
I'm losing my mind.

Let's lose our minds together.

Just a second.

Marc, it's Annie.

I told you to dump that woman.

My clad asked about her.
She's a cop.

Your Anna, your fake widow...
She's a cop.

Call me back.
She's not worth it.

You're safe with me.

I'm worried sick.

I know something's happened.

I've lost my keys.

Enjoy your stay, sir.

I wouldn't mind if there had been
something between Barbara and you.

My lucky day.

The balance is positive.
The cost doesn't matter.

The naked truth.

I love it when you pinch your nipples
during sex.

When you caress yourself
as I enter you...

To see you in control
of your own pleasure.

I love that you can do without me...

That you're free...

We could get a rowboat
tomorrow morning.

We could even fish.
I bet they hire out gear.

I'm nearly 50
and I've never clone that.

I want a cigarette.

It's good you're smoking again.

If we live together.

What do you think about that?

I'm incapable of thinking, Marc.

Yes, it's all a bit sudden.

Even for me, you know.

I've never left the chalet.

We need a new place
for the two of us.

Why not near the campus.
I'm sick of driving there.

I could go on foot...

What about you?

What do you plan to do?
Work?

Have children? Your own children?

Maybe I should get started too.

I thought you didn't like families.

My mother used to beat
Marianne and me.

My father never said a thing.

They both died in the house
where we still live.

I set fire to it. I was 11.

That night, I thought
our mother would kill us for real.

A fireman found Marianne and me
on the road at dawn.

No more family stories.
All erased.

Carry on...

You need a full confession?

A naked, loving woman
doesn't want a confession.

She wonders if her love for you
can withstand the truth.

Where did you put her?

In a hole near the chalet.
I don't remember a thing.

Thank you.

I love that you're a cop.

You gave yourself up to me.
It's my most moving experience ever.

How could you do it, Anna?

If your name is Anna...

Are you married?

You have children?

I don't want to know.

What I'd like to know is...

in the middle of this lie,
how could you...

We invented nothing, Marc.

The Timbuktu spy is real
and he's Barbara's father.

Anna is real too
and she's Barbara's stepmother.

The only one who isn't real is me.

I slipped into Anna's skin
and fell in love with you.

Anna...

And how does our story end?

Anna was given two hours

to discover where Barbara's body
could be found.

Those two hours are up, Marc.

My part ends here whatever happens.

We could flee
and extend the weekend elsewhere.

The bungalow is surrounded, Marc.

I didn't come alone.

I'm going home now.

Will you come with me?

Say I'll be out soon,
after I call my sister and wash.

All right.

I'm counting on you.

I'm just an amateur,
an old romantic...

You're completely modern, Anna.

I'm single,
with a 16-year-old daughter.

It will be slow, it will be sweet

but it won't be prison. Ever.

Wonderful actors...

Annie...

Marc?
Did you get my message?

I've considered your offer.

I'll let you pick the clay.

You won't regret it.

They say women often change
but men do too.

We don't know where we're going.
We have that in common.

Our about-turns, our drifting...

Do you follow?

How about Wednesday?

Wednesday. Perfect.

I'll bring the condoms.

I'm kidding.

See you on Wednesday.

Dear Marianne...

Dear Marianne...

Truth...

in love...

is such a thing possible?

Desirable?

Love is a perfect crime.

Thanks.

Subtitles by Ian Burley

Subtitling: Eclair Group