All language subtitles for Eloises.Lover.2009

Eloïse.

Eloïse,

I dreamt I was dying.

Don't worry,

it was a nightmare, but it's over.

Eloïse...

Hello.

Yes, speaking.

She's my daughter. Why?

What?

My God! How is she?

I'm on my way.

What happened?

She didn't see it.

The doctor will be back soon.
Please have a seat.

I'll take that.

No, I like wearing it.

It's her favorite pendant.

Where is she?

-Who?
-Her.

Who are you talking about?

She's no one, no one.

I need some coffee.
Do you want a cup?

No.

I'll be right back.

Àsia.

You know what the idiot said?
"Èrica,

I'm not ready for
a serious relationship."

-Who asked him for one?
-He was scared to death.

Why do guys think you want any?

We want to have fun too.

-He was a pain.
-I should have dropped him way back.

It's their hormones.

Yeah, their hormones are different
and that's why they do these things.

-Besides they're hairy.
-Well, look at your armpits!

Talking about guys...

What a piece!

-Don't stare.
-He's seen us and is looking.

Watch it, he's still looking.

-I think he likes you.
-No.

I don't think you're his type.

Last year he was going
out with an older woman.

-Bullshit, you made that up.
-It's true.

-Hi, girls. Hi, Àsia.
-Hi, Nat, sit down.

No, thanks. Do you want to
come to the movies on Wednesday?

-Who's going?
-Dani, Ruben and me.

With pleasure, right, girls?

-Wednesday at 5, at school?
-Sure.

Perfect. See you on Wednesday.

-Bye.
-Bye.

"Hi, Àsia." It was quite evident.

You'll go to the movies with him!

And he'll probably leave us
alone with his friends.

Dani isn't that bad.

Here comes the freaky.

She's so weird.

She was born in a sect that
worships the extraterrestrials.

She took a drug that fried her
brain and now she's a psychopath.

That's why she backs off, because
she can have the urge to kill.

-She may have already.
-Impossible.

-Why?
-She's not that kind.

That's why I don't trust her.

-She was pregnant and aborted.
-But she's a lesbian.

Maybe not back then.
Maybe she was raped.

Sure, in the sect.

Let's go, I don't want
to get home late.

What time is it?

-830.
-When is the doctor coming?

At 10.

I'm going to have something
to eat. Want some coffee?

Eloïse, don't stare at
people like that.

Àsia.

Àsia!

You've still got a while.
Go on.

It's time.

You'll finally make me
proud of you.

-Why do Fridays take so long?
-And weekends are so short?

-Nat, we've got a match to play.
-Last week they caught us off guard.

-They scored three.
-We'll score six.

-Yeah, sure.
-At what time?

I have to talk to Nora and Èrica,
but I guess around 10.

-I'll text you.
-Okay.

-See you.
-Bye.

Dedicate one or two goals to me.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

-I'm sorry.
-Thanks.

Art Student Needs a Model on
April 8, Classroom 203, Fine Arts

Hello.

-Are you here for the ad?
-Yes, but I didn't know you...

-Have you found a model?
-No.

You're the first and probably
the last. I was leaving.

-Bye.
-Wait.

If you're here, you're interested.

Just out of curiosity.

I won't be anyone's model,
and much less...

Mine.

Sure.

Thanks for coming.
See you next time.

Weren't you leaving?

-I want to be your model.
-I won't waste time.

Me either.

I don't know why I came here
nor why, but...

I want to do something impulsive,
unexpected, without thinking.

I want to be your model.

-It was that book.
-What book?

The one you were reading at the bar,
it brought me here.

Okay, let's be impulsive!

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

To us!

-To my two goals.
-Don't start again.

I got away from a bastard
defender who was after me...

Don't let him drink any more
or we'll still be here at 4 a.m.

You have nothing better
to do anyway.

What? I'll have all the guys
at the disco at my feet by then.

I'm wasting my time here.
I should be on the make.

And you talk about the guys?

I admit I like your species,
and a lot.

And if she weren't my friend,
I would have made you.

I think we've had enough alcohol.

Dykes.

How disgusting!

I think lesbians have had
bad experiences with guys.

Or because they're too ugly,
like these two.

Go show them what
a real man is like.

-With three I've got enough.
-And what else, kid?

If this music weren't a drag,
we could dance.

Gin and tonic.

Keep that up and you'll strike oil.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't worry.

-Did you have fun yesterday?
-Too much.

That is evident.

Tell me what this is all about.
What I must do, when I can go out...

Leave it for another day,
you're in a bad mood.

-I won't waste my time.
-No, wait.

I want to talk, but
I had a bad night.

They say man devours other men.

That's nothing next to what
a woman can do to another.

-We're worse and think we're great.
-Competitive and jealous.

It's not jealousy.
I only wish it were.

It's envy.

Wanting to be better than others,
having things and that shit.

-How do you do it?
-Do what?

At school they said terrible
things about you.

I didn't believe them but had
it been me, I couldn't take it.

But you didn't bat an eyelash,
as if you didn't care.

How did you do it?

-Crying in solitude.
-That affected you?

Sure.
What do you think I'm made of?

I tried to pass,
but it did affect me.

The people closest to us
hurts us the most.

I draw best when
people are distracted.

Excuse me.

My daughter was taken
to surgery over two hours ago.

-Will she be much longer?
-What room number?

314.

The operation takes three hours.
They should be finishing.

Don't worry, the doctor will come
to inform you of how it went.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Still going out with Nathaniel?
-Yes, for about a year now.

-He's a nice guy.
-Yeah, and very affectionate.

-What are you studying?
-Architecture.

Now I understand the folder.
It surprised me when we met.

-So you draw too.
-Not the same stuff, but yes.

-You know her?
-No.

Have you ever smiled at a stranger?

No, why?

No, just curiosity.

Àsia,

the other day at the disco

I did something I shouldn't...

I kissed Èrica.

I don't know why, I'm sorry.
I want to be sincere with you.

That was dumb and I'm sorry,
but I wanted you to know.

-I'm sorry.
-I knew that.

-Did she tell you?
-No, I saw you.

Shit!

-Why didn't you say anything?
-I didn't know how to react.

-Shit, I'm sorry.
-So am I.

-What can I do for your forgiveness?
-You've got it. It wasn't...

Well, I felt terrible,
but that's it, it's over.

-And thanks for your sincerity.
-Slap me.

-What?
-I deserve it for being an idiot.

Don't be silly. I won't slap you.

Come here.

I love you.

I'll do nothing more to hurt you.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Idiot!

I've got something for you.

-What is that?
-A lost date. They're for tomorrow.

-For me?
-Yes.

Take advantage and
go with Nathaniel.

You use them. Go with someone else.

-They cost a fortune.
-Use them.

No, give them to a friend.

Relax, I'm glad you can use them.

I don't know what to say.

That you'll go and have
a real great time.

Ballet, tonight? I don't know.

It'll be fun.

-I...
-What?

I'm going to watch the match
with my friends at the bar.

There's a match on every week.

Let's do something different.
Besides, you owe me one.

You like ballet?

Well, okay.

-Oh, I like these.
-Yeah, they're cool.

-I'll try them on.
-Let's go!

That's not your style.

-I'm not here to buy.
-Window-shopping?

-I'm with some friends.
-Nora and Èrica. I saw you enter.

You don't like them.

-What are you doing here?
-Recovering my date.

The ballet.
By the way, how'd it go?

-Amazing.
-You liked it?

I loved it.
I'd never seen that sort of ballet.

-It was incredible.
-I knew you'd like it.

-What did Nathaniel think of it?
-Well, he liked it. But...

-I'm sorry you couldn't go.
-Don't worry.

If you enjoyed it, that's enough.

Nora wants your opinion
on a pair of pants.

I'm coming.
Okay, I'll be seeing you.

-Sure enough.
-Bye.

Bye.

-How do they look, Àsia?
-Great.

Don't they make my
ass look bigger?

-Àsia, I'm here!
-I'd buy them.

Yeah?

Okay.
Èrica, show Àsia the earrings you bought.

-Cool. Àsia, find anything?
-No.

Wait, she's my daughter.
How is she?

-The doctor will be right out.
-How is she?

I don't know. I was told to take her
to 314. The doctor will tell you.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How do I look?
-Great.

-Should I have worn the grey shirt?
-You're fine.

-I'm not too sure.
-It's just a meal, Nat.

It's the first time
I meet your family

and I'd like to make
a good impression.

Then zip your pants up.

-What?
-I'm joking!

You're fine.
Come on, they're waiting.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Come in. This is grandfather...
-It's a pleasure to meet you.

-Hi.
-This is my sister...

-What are you doing here alone?
-Getting some fresh air.

-He's gone down well.
-Yeah.

They're like chickens
with a rooster.

What a rumpus,
above all your grandma.

She's the worst of all.

Women!

They treat him like a son.
If we split up, I'm disinherited.

For sure.

But remember,
you're going out with him,

and if some day you break up,
that is your decision.

No one else's.

What are you doing here?
Come inside, you'll hear stories.

If they're grandma's,
I've heard them.

-I like your family. They're nice.
-At the beginning.

-Come inside.
-I'm fine here.

-All alone? Come with me.
-No, Nat, I'll go later.

As you wish.
Don't be long.

-She won't come in.
-As usual. What a bore.

Have you heard the sound of
a charcoal pencil on paper?

-What?
-You'll see.

Listen.

The usual sound.

But were you aware of it,
concentrated on it?

I don't get it.

-Close your eyes.
-Why?

Close your eyes.

Now forget everything else, okay?

Even forget about yourself.

Just the pencil exists.

Imagine the lines I'm drawing.

You must know by the sound.

What do you feel?

Your heart.

-Now listen through my hand.
-Impossible.

-Can't a deaf person hear music?
-I don't think so.

Yes they can.
But not with that,

but with this

and this,

their whole body.

They don't need notes
to be able to feel them.

They simply feel them.

Do you feel my heart now?

Yes.

Close your eyes.

How are the lines?

Thin.

And winding.

Like spirals.

What else do you hear?

A clock.

What else?

-Steps.
-How many people?

Two... no, three people.

They're laughing.
They're three girls.

They're in the hallway.

Music.
I don't know from where, but I hear music.

A piano.

Play for me.

The pencil

and your breathing.

-Modeling is strange.
-I'm used to it.

My parents are photographers
and I've been their model.

We were always traveling
from one place to another.

Seeing new people, places.

Never over six months in one place.

Then something happened that
shouldn't when you live like that.

I fell in love.

At 13 I fell madly in love,

and when I had to leave that person,

I thought I'd die.

They say when you travel you should
love the landscape, and not people.

And then I understood why.

Then they sent me to live with Grandma,
and I finally had

a more or less normal life.

For the first time, I spent a
whole course in the same school.

-Do your parents still travel?
-Yeah.

Now they're in Mexico.
That's the kind of life they like.

-What about your parents?
-They're divorced.

-I live with my mother.
-Do you see your father?

He died

in a car accident.

-Forget it, I don't want anything.
-But, Madam...

No memories, he hurt us.

You'll have to sign a document
relinquishing all this

-so we can dispose of it.
-Alright.

Àsia!

Hey, Èrica!

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Very Good!

Now you. Flip it.

That was great!

Fill it to the top, to the top.
That's it.

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Fantastic!

Whose turn is it now?
Nora, it's yours.

Show them what you're worth!

We'll count to three.

One, two, three. Wow!

I'm out of here.

-What?
-Nothing.

What the fuck are you doing?
Have you gone crazy?

Yes?

Who's calling?

Just a moment.
Àsia!

It's for you.

Eloïse.

-Who is she?
-A friend from the university.

-Yes?
-Hi.

Hi.

What were you doing?

Studying.

-I want to ask you something.
-Okay.

The drawings I've made of you
up to now are really great, but

I need to go further.

I can't always draw your hands.

-What do you mean?
-To do a nude.

A fully nude?

Yes.

-Of me?
-Sure, if you want.

Well, I don't know.

I don't know...

Think it over and we'll talk.

Yeah, I'll think it over.

I'll call you in a few days.

In a few of days, yeah.

How are you doing?

Fine, yeah.

I'm glad. We'll talk.

Sure.

-Bye.
-Bye.

I have a sore throat.

-Shit!
-We have to postpone our weekend.

Well, don't worry.
Take care and stay in bed.

That's for sure.

-Has your mother left?
-This morning.

Fuck, the weekend to ourselves
and I get sick.

You take care.
Should I come over?

I'd love it, but I could
pass it on to you.

-Take care and rest.
-Okay.

A kiss.

What?

I love you.

-I love you too. Bye.
-Bye.

Eloïse? It's me, Àsia.

-Àsia, come on.
-I can't.

Forget your skirt.

Come on!

You know what I most miss
about traveling?

-What?
-The stars.

There were so many stars
at night wherever I went.

I love that.

It didn't matter where.

All I had to do was raise my
head and there they were, waiting.

I hadn't seen a starry sky
in a long time.

-What's the origin of your name?
-My mother is French.

-And yours?
-After my dad's first partner.

-Fuck, and your mom didn't mind?
-She didn't know.

She thought it was
a whim of Dad's.

He asked me to keep the secret.

-I'm cold.
-Me too.

I'll show you a place
you've never been to.

-Hi.
-Come in.

Thanks.

Asun.

Hi, beautiful.

-Who's she?
-Àsia.

-Hi, Àsia.
-Hi.

Pretty.
What are you girls going to have?

-I'll have a Kahuna Blue.
-What's that?

It's very special.
You should try it.

Is it very strong?

At times in your life, beautiful,
you just have to take the risk.

-Well, want one?
-I'll have one.

I saw your friend the other day.

A blonde, the one who's come here
a couple of times.

Blonde? You mean Sara.

I saw her on the street,
but she said nothing.

She was with a well-dressed
and combed guy.

He looked like a fresh
hatched chick.

-No big deal.
-I don't know him.

Two Kahuna Blue.

Enjoy.

-I like this place.
-This bar is cool.

-Where do you go with Nathaniel?
-To the movies, to dinner...

Normal places, but none like this.

This is for the chosen.

Goal!

-Did you bring her here?
-Who?

Your ballet date.
She was pretty.

I skipped everything and
took her directly to bed.

-Asun, how about another?
-Sure.

-One more?
-Sure.

-You're the best.
-As I'm told.

Cheers!

-You know what I feel like doing?
-What?

-Swim.
-Now? Where?

Have you ever been
in a luxury hotel?

Do you know the story
of the whale's kiss?

A blue whale was in love
with the moon.

While the others followed
the banks of plankton

she'd come up to see the moon.

She was sad.

She'd see it every night,
but couldn't reach it.

As it was a dot in the sea,
the moon didn't see her.

And the whale cried until,
one night,

she swam to the darkest
part of the sea

and jumped to the surface,

higher than any other,

but the moon was too high
and she couldn't reach it,

so she threw it a kiss.

That kiss was so full of love

that the next night the water
reflected a replica of the moon.

Let's get out of here.

-Will you come up?
-No, I don't think so.

Not like this.

Bye.

Eloïse.

Good morning.

Don't worry.

Things are clearer in the morning.

I'd like to take a shower
before leaving.

Sure.
There are clean towels in the cabinet.

I'll make breakfast.
You can't leave on an empty stomach.

Thanks.

I've got a dryer.

I always let it dry on its own.

I left the towels in a basket...

That's fine. That's the hamper.

I'd better go.

-You haven't eaten.
-I'm not hungry.

Yes? Hello?

Hello? Who is it? Hello.

I have her custody.

-I have a right to see her.
-You won't. You shouldn't be here.

-You can't avoid it.
-I'll call the cops.

-I want to say goodbye.
-You disgust me.

Let me in!

Àsia, I'm here to say goodbye.

-I'm going, but I'll come see you...
-You can't, the judge...

If the judge believed your lies it
doesn't make them the truth!

I didn't want to say that.

-You know why I'm leaving?
-Cause you don't love me.

No, darling, I will always love you.
Always.

You are the child of my heart.

-You've had your time. Now go.
-Wait.

-Get out!
-I'll come see you soon.

I promise I'll be back when
all those lies are clarified.

Wait, Daddy.

I love you.

I love you too.

Go, please!

I hate you.

I've never felt anything like this.

I'm very scared.

I know.

-I went through the same thing.
-I'm...

very confused.

Yes?

Oh, hi, Nathaniel.

No, she's not in.
I thought she was with you.

A part of me says it's impossible.

I'm not as brave as you are.

It's not about being brave,
it's about doing what you want to.

-To be happy.
-I don't know what I want.

Yes you do.

Awaking next to you
I felt dirty.

I felt sick.
I couldn't look at you.

It was shocking.

But when you left, I missed you.

I needed you there.

Give me time,
I need to think about many things.

I just want to apologize

and tell you that I really
enjoyed Friday.

Me too.

Mom, I thought you were out.

What are you doing in the dark?

Waiting for you.

That's for you.

For me?

What is it?

Open it and you'll see.

Wow, it's beautiful!

Try it on.

Nathaniel called.

It had to be a surprise
but I couldn't avoid it.

He's taking you to see a ballet
for your first anniversary.

He says you like ballet.

And to dinner,
and I thought the dress was perfect.

-Mom.
-Try it on.

-Later. I'm tired.
-You don't like it?

-It's not that.
-You'll look great.

-Mom.
-What?

-No, that...
-What?

He's a good boy and loves you.

He loves you a lot.

Saturday is a very special day
and nothing should ruin it.

Okay?

Yes, Mom.

What do you want for dinner?

It doesn't matter.
Anything will do.

I'm breaking off with Nathaniel.

Are you sure?

No.

But I don't want to reach
50 and see I was mistaken,

-that I didn't do what I wanted to.
-What will you tell him?

I don't know yet.

I don't dare tell him about this.

I love you.

You both look great.

-Have a nice time.
-We will.

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

Bye.

Are you Eloïse?

Hello.

I'll get to the point.

-Don't see my daughter again.
-Will you prevent it?

Yes.

Right. But she's old enough
to know what she's doing.

-But I'm her mother.
-You have nothing to do with us.

-So bear with it.
-I won't allow it.

What, your daughter's happiness?

You're pitiful.

You sacrifice her happiness
for fuckin' appearances.

-Happiness? This isn't happiness.
-You know nothing.

-How could you forget your bag?
-I'll be right back.

I'll be waiting.

I know what is convenient for her,
and it's not this.

No? She has to marry someone
she doesn't love, right?

Have children and be like you.
That's convenient.

-Don't even get near her.
-She has to decide.

-What a...
-Bitch?

Maybe I am.

But I love her and she loves me,
and no one can change that.

Get out! Get out of here!

-Forget that girl, Àsia.
-What happened? What?

-Nothing. Come on.
-No!

No, don't go, Àsia.

If you go with her, don't come back.
You hear me?

Àsia!
Hey, Àsia!

Àsia, wait!

Àsia!

Wait!

I'm sorry, Madam.

Very sorry.

Àsia!