All language subtitles for Love.Song.For.Tough.Guys.2021.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

"Eating grass like silk...

...giving up your milk...

...you know how to do those things.

You, you, you...

You watch trains
roll out of sight...

...you ruminate your food
from morning to night...

What secrets are you hiding?
Cow, cow, cow.

And as we sit at our table...

...you go back to the stable...

...where you may soon become fodder...

...you, you, you.'

Yes. Yes, that's great.

We are in the field,
the train passes by...

...It's spring.

Great, Rene.

Catherine?
-And.

"Oh, whimsical spear...

...that buzzes
around my lagoon of love...

O proud horner with your spear,
I hope you will come soon.

My sandbars yearn for you.

Will you plant my soil?

Oh, night creature...

...soak me in your horror...

...my most precious jewel...

...my rare jewel.

Oh luck, oh stars. Oh, tidal wave.
I hope you come soon. Fast.'

Awesome.
Like a bubble in the clear sky.

Very well done.
-Thank you.

Jeff? Are you ready for it?

"Pink sweater,
the cash register hides the rest...

...my old heart trembles, goddess.

Your blonde goodness...

...is 25 years of promise.

When the amaryllis caresses us,
will you rise, princess...

...to put an end to my fear?'

That's very nice, Jeff. Really and truly.

Very musical.

Please give a round of applause
for Jeff's first poem.

Who's here now?

Did it go well?

I think so.

The teacher liked it.

They applauded.

Here.

Give this to her.

What do you want?

I do not understand.

Who are you?

I'm looking for Alain Sternkowitz.

How so?

He stole money from my boss.

Is he your husband?

No, we only live together.

He had to make two deposits
of 4,276 euros each.

That 8,552 euros never
reached the bank.

He's not a thief.
-I know that.

He's my boss's accountant.

Is he here?
-Yes.

Can you call him?

Yes, I can call him.

Alain?

Alain?

Like this.

Isn't he coming?

I didn't say he was coming.
-How so?

"One is not born a woman,
but becomes one."

There is no psychological
or biological destiny...

...which defines woman to that extent.

History has made her...

What are you doing?

I'll return the money, what's left.
-No.

They finish me off.

Do you know what they do to thieves?
-We need it.

No, we're fine.

This is because of that show,
because of that idiotic play.

I'll bring it back.
-Guard.

Sleep on it overnight.
Tomorrow we will be on stage.

I'm not going on stage anymore.

Idiots blowing invisible feathers
like a bunch of monkeys.

I'm not a monkey, I'm an accountant
and you're a hairdresser.

I beg you.

I have to be in this play.

Play this role.

This woman.

She has all my...

...life changed.

She lives in me.

All her words...

... move me.

To play Simone de Beauvoir...

...for a few hours of my life.

If I'm her...

...then I can...

...talk normally.

Suzanne, this is nothing in front of you.

We liked the choir.

We are terrible actors.

...that too is difficult.

As long as the woman was seen
as virginal, chaste...

...no one dared to touch her,
or verbally abuse her...

...as so many men today
feel entitled to do.

One of the most pressing issues
is that of tactics.

How will things be in real life?

But the most urgent...

...is refusing household
chores, raising children...

...who often turn the woman
into a slave.

He is dead?

And.

By a blow?

He was very tense.

Where is he?

In the freezer in the basement.

The money?

The sets, the costumes...

...and the beaver.

We will refund you.
This play is going to be a hit.

Which play?

Sartre-en-Beauvoir.

A musical comedy.

I learned that one
must like to want to charm someone...

...I learned to be an object.

I was treated like a living doll,
without any freedom.

Women were not given
opportunities in any field.

Therefore, many today demand
a new status.

In themselves,
as in all mankind...

...transcendence trumps immanence.

transcendence

overtroeft immanentie

I call upon all
who feel the wind of freedom

to join me

No way. I'd rather die.

It's Jessica's party.
-'Party' is old-fashioned.

Then what do you say?
-Party.

Or nothing. Just hang out, fat guy. I'm
not going to that fat whore's party.

Watch your language.
- Get dressed.

Hey.
-Leave me alone, fat boy.

Do you think we are fat?
-It's an expression, fat boy.

But Jessica really is gorda.

What does gorda? mean

That one.

You have to come to that party.

Do I have to pull his head off?

Fuck him if you want, I'm not coming anyway.

You can't even, man-ses.

What does that mean?

That's a man who's a little...
- A little what?

A little girly.

She has to go to that party.

I'll go. I'll go with you, fat guy.

I do not get it.
Did a child write this?

No.
-Who then? You?

No, I just brought it.

What does this say?

Amaryllis.
-What is that?

It's uh...

Amaryllis.

Sorry, I don't have time.

Am I mean? Am I irritating?

What is wrong with me?

We've got Coke, Orangina, iced tea...

And look.

Take this.

You see? Nice is not it?

Potato chips?
-In the locker.

See, Jessica?
-What?

For the party.
-Party.

Ugly and I'm not eight anymore.

We also have iced tea, Schweppes, coke...

They drink vodka and beer.

Then they get hit.
-You're too young for that.

No one comes anyway, everyone hates me.
-That is not true.

We went to that bitch, what's her name?

Melanie.
-She comes.

That bitch can't stand me.

It's going to be great,
with lots of friends.

En Rudy?
-Do you know Rudy?

A boy at school,
he never looks at me.

He'll come, he's probably thinking of you.

Anyway, Leslie Manigot would come along.

Who is Leslie Manigot?
-His jealous girlfriend.

Damn smelly anorectic.

Watch your words, Jessica. Shit.

Watch your language.

Leslie's not coming.
Why are you so pessimistic?

Bad thoughts create
a bad atmosphere and affect everything.

It's a negative mindset.
- What's that nonsense?

It's because of those stupid books of his.

They are not stupid, read them yourself.

That's so negative.

Hey.
-Hey beauty.

We?

Time to go to the port.
-Did you give her the poem?

Did she read it?
-Yes.

And?
-She didn't really get it.

Wat is amaryllis?

The teacher liked it.

He understood.
-I think so.

Did you understand?
-Yes, I think so.

But what is amaryllis?
-Something I read.

Nice word, right?

But what does it mean?
-Amaryllis, damn it.

I have to write one more.

Tell the teacher
to come to the harbor.

Okay.

I'll wait in the car.

Hey Jacky.

We?

Did you find him?
-Who?

The accountant.

He disappeared with the money.
- Wasn't there anyone at his house?

His wife.

Woman...

What? Was she ugly?

She does theatre.

What is wrong with that?

The way you say it.
-Yes...no, there's nothing wrong with that.

We're going to do the following.
You keep an eye on her.

Okay.

What?
-No goods.

What?

There's nothing here at all.

Tudik gave it to the Balaks.
-Who?

The Balaks.
-Those newbies, they were ahead of us.

Come on.

Talin?

Hey Talin, come here.

How are you doing?

Did you take our stuff?
-What? No more 'hello'?

Do you have our stuff?

Your stuff? Are you sure?

Are you sure it's yours?

Tudik says yes.

Tudik is now with us,
you charge too much.

You refused to share.

I don't share anything with little jerks.

Don't you understand?

I'm going to call Tudik.
You know what you've done.

Come to our stuff one more time...

...and I'll kill you.

You? I'll kill you.

Take your old team and fuck off.

Shut up.

Crawl back into your hole, asshole.

We have to get them to leave.
-That's the third time.

They won't stop, we must attack.

They steal from us.

Let's teach those jerks a lesson.

Indeed, they call the shots.
-I know.

I'll call Tudik.

Tudik
only cares about his drugs.

Tudik is just like us.

He's old school.

I'm going to call him.
-Are you sure?

How so? Does it seem like I'm in doubt?

Do not you trust me?
-Yes.

I'm going to call Tudik. He does listen.

"A fitting word at the right time
stops an ill-planned saber."

What is that?
-The Art of Inner Peace.

Come on.

Sit down.

Tudik? What is this business with the Balaks?

No, you know how this works.

Two or three deals
and the harbor will be a mess.

No, they don't bribe people here.

They make threats,
corpses will turn up everywhere.

We have worked together for 25 years.

My father used to work with you.
I can't do five percent.

I have expenses.

Seven percent, okay.

But this nonsense is over.

She did not understand the poem.

You said it was beautiful.

Yes, very beautiful.

Did you understand it when you read it?

Yes. Well, it's not...

Suggest it again.

“Pink sweater, the cash register hides the rest.
My old heart trembles, Goddess.

Your blonde youth and beauty
is 25 years of promise.

When the amaryllis caresses us,
will you rise, beautiful princess...

...to end my fear?'

It's beautiful.

Yes I agree.

Jeff...

...the poet is like a night train.

He carries things with him...

...and gives them back to the world.

He is like a customs agent.

So am I, more or less.

You should be inspired
by your model...

...by your muse.

Watching her, spying on her.

The poet sits in front of the tree
and lets himself be filled by it.

The words are in the poet.

His model pulls them out,
word for word, gives them meaning.

She didn't get it.

Be inspired by her.

Shapes and colors
are born in darkness.

Shapes and colors
are born in darkness, Jeff.

A word...

...a smell...

an alexandrine.
-A what?

An Alexandrine. Twelve sizes.

Twelve syllables.

“The sea is your mirror,
you really contemplate your soul.

Infinite waves,
as it develops.'

I'm going to try
to write an alexandrine...

...to be understood...

...by the beautiful cashier girl.

Yes very good.

And if that still doesn't work...

...then next time I will...

...no doubt...

...kill my poetry teacher.

No, that is not true.

I'm really going to kill my poetry teacher .

That's 12.

Do you know Leslie Manigot?

Where is she?
-On the toilet.

Leslie?

Leslie?
-Who is that?

Don't come to Jessica's party.
-Party.

Yes, the party.

I'll be there.

Jessica doesn't want you around.

Of course, that fat whore
is after Rudy.

Watch your language.
-Fuck off, fat ass.

Doesn't mean we're fat.
-You are obese.

Just don't come to the party.

It's simple. If Rudy goes, I go too.

What else can we do?

Nothing, nothing at all.

I'm going to that stupid party.

Why do you come when it's stupid?
- To bother her.

If she touches Rudy, I will...

Do you have inner peace now?

Sure, I live in the moment.

It's about your breathing.
Inhale through the nose...

...exhale through the mouth.
I can make noise with it.

Like a mantra.
You must have one too.

What is that?

A mantra is your own secret phrase.

What's yours?
-It's a secret.

All right. I'm not coming.

Acorns.

Oh hello.
-Hello.

Well, my boss approves.

You can pay later. The play...

But he wants me to be there.

That I stay with you, to watch...

To rehearsal?
-Yes everything.

Over there.
-Naturally.

Come on in, I'm with the director
and a new cast member.

He replaces Alain as Sartre.

I think he's okay.

So, here's...

Jacky.

Jacky, our director Fabrice.

Jean-Claude, who plays multiple roles.

Just call me JC.
I play Camus, Gandhi, Malraux.

And Marc replacing Alain as Sartre.

Alain had to leave to
take care of his mother in Australia.

So Marc, are you using Francesca Guerdolini's method
?

Indeed.

We spent six months in a monastery
near Lecce, in Apulia.

There we
worked on a new Hamlet.

Without dialogue.

Interesting. I
directed a bisexual Hamlet.

I played Laertes and Ophelia.

That must have been an intense experience.

It was physical.

Telling a story with the eyes...

...and hands.

And arms.

With the body.

The love scene of Sartre and Beauvoir.

Too many words, ruminate.

What are you doing?

For mighty things,
I take a mental picture.

What kind of picture is that?

Why me?
-What?

Stop asking, "Why me?"

Then what for?
-Everything, nothing.

Turn the no into a yes.
-What?

Take your mind out of the conscious,
don't ask why, just live.

Things just happen.

You are not in the universe,
you are the universe.

I feel like slapping you.
-Everything is life.

That's for people who are depressed.

What?
-That.

32,000 copies of this book have been
sold.

Most people are depressed.
-They can change.

No.
-Yes.

Turn the yes into a no.

I read about a man with a sad life.
-Shit.

Okay, I'm not telling you anything.
-No, go ahead.

He had the saddest life
in the world.

His name was Eric Lamb.

He was neither poor nor rich.

He was not sick or healthy.

His family had not neglected
or suffocated him.

He was alone.

He ate alone.

Worked alone.

Hallo, met Eric Lamb.

I work for the welfare survey agency.
Do you have a moment?

He slept alone.

And woke up alone.
-I get it, a shitty life.

Every day, Eric Lamb wondered,
"Why me?"

Why me?

Sunday evening he ate his dinner
in front of the television.

He liked that,
but not very much.

He was hungry.

He thought about
not having dinner that night.

But he was starving.

The only restaurant close by
and still open was Bombay Delights.

Eric Lamb sat alone in the restaurant
that had been owned by the same family since 1989.

De Majumbars.

Pardon?

Hallo.

Tandoori is with chicken, right?
-Indeed.

Okay, tandoori chicken.

Prima.

And some rice.

Is there saffron in the rice?

And.

Why is she crying?

Eric Lamb had no idea
why the poor woman was so sad.

It's no fun to eat
when others aren't eating...

...especially when they stare at you.

Excuse me, the bill, please.

No bill, but the family had news
for Eric that would change his life.

Hello, sorry to interrupt.

My mother saw her son's reincarnation
in you.

My brother, Abilash,
who passed away four years ago.

My father also says that you are him.

I'm Eric Lamb.

They are touched to have found their son's merry soul .

Welcome home, Abilash.

He wasn't used to love,
so Eric resisted.

My name is Eric Lamb.

But in the end he surrendered
to the apparently familiar poor.

The next morning
he didn't know where he was.

Another room.

Another life.

New scents, unknown light.

But a sweet mother is reassuring.

A father so happy with his son after
wishing he would return...

...who shows his other self.

You see? Abilash.

That's you, Abilash.

Abilash.

Was it karma?

Chance?

Eric Lamb had no idea.

He was ready for his second life.

And for the first time, he was happy
to have multiple lives.

What does it mean?

That people can change.
-But he doesn't change.

Depressed people, who
have lost a child, take everything.

It makes them happy.

But that's not real happiness.

Everything is luck.

I so want to hit him.

Poor people struggle.

Everything is luck.

Oh sea...

...o waves...

...o horizon.

Ho-ri-zon.

Damn.

O, tas.

Plastic tas.

Fly.

Fly.

Why are you trying to screw me?
He does not work.

Pay me back
or I'll set your head on fire.

It worked, I drove it here.

I'll smash your balls with it.

I'm not a bank, asshole.

I want my money, understand?

I don't work with seniors.

Are you Rudy?
-So yes?

Come to Jessica's party.

What?
-Her party.

Who is she?
-Jessica de Claerke.

From school.

That fat one?
-She's not fat.

The girl is just the Hulk.

Is she your daughter?
Jessica has gay parents.

Have you had hair in your stomach?

Yes, it's you.

Get back in shape
after giving birth. What is this?

Jeff de Claerke's daughter?
-Yes, our boss.

That guy is gigantic.
-Are you coming or not?

Thousand euros.

What?
-I'm here for a redhead.

Are you crazy?
-Watch out, jerk.

Nobody calls me crazy.
Do you know who I am?

Calm down.

A thousand is too much. Five hundred.

Fifteen hundred.
-Idiot.

Don't call me that. Do you want to know why?

You don't know me, don't call me an idiot.

Sukkel.
-Okay okay.

Fine, one thousand.

Morning.

Tomorrow?
- Then you pay me.

Half in advance, the rest later.

Half, half? Do I look stupid, Hagrid?

Tomorrow or I won't come, okay?

What is Hagrid?
-The fat one from Harry Potter.

I realized that before he
came here he was with someone else, Anaïs.

You are kidding me.
- He leads a double life.

What he did today, he
did a few months ago.

It's hard to...
-How do you feel?

It feels like I'm broken, like...

The bag flies off in the air...

...a man in the air...

I am the man in the sky.

Come on.

See you tonight.

Later, Katia.

It feels like I'm broken.

I can't be around him anymore.

Your blond hair...

...is my only sun.

Your pink sweater...

...is the happiness of my youth.

Come with me...

...my amaryllis.

The 25 years...

...surprise me.

The 25 years.

Look at those guys.

Finished?

Where are you going?
-To the border.

Give this to her on the way back.

No sign from the accountant?

Not yet.
- Keep an eye on her.

And.

Sartre is dead.
He was standing on an old landmine.

Shit.

A catastrophe, we open in a week.

It took more time to
find a Sartre than to rehearse.

I'm sorry to say it,
but this is Beauvoir's play.

They are inseparable,
but she provides the action.

Without her there is no freedom,
no existentialism, no beaver.

It's simple. I'm in every scene.
Sartre only in five out of eight.

Since Alain left, I've been rehearsing alone.
That's not easy.

I learn my lines, but that's nothing.
Memory barely counts.

They talk about it,
but for the actor it barely counts.

To find the character.

The rhythm, the music.

That's what it's all about
and that's not easy alone.

Could you practice with me?

Naturally.
-Page 29.

You are my indispensable love.

Olga, Bianca and Nelson
are only secondary.

Do you remember what we promised each other?

Never lie.
-Hide nothing.

Love must not suffer...
-Under truth.

Never marry.

Strictly forbidden to live together.

Joint freedom is transparent.

If our two go polygamous...

...then Olga, Bianca
and Nelson are for you.

That's what they want.

Lisa, Marie and Franck, in the evening.

O Jean-Paul, my only horizon.

My beaver, unique universe.
-The good that happens to me...

Comes from your light.

Comes from your light.

What is polygamy?

A couple with several partners.

Love in a threesome.

Correct.

Did they?

You are good. Really and truly.

Real?
-Yes.

Great, see you later.

The director, they've
found a new Sartre.

We have an audition with him later.

Here.

I do not have time.
-Read it, please.

What does it say there?

'A man...

...in the air.'

Sorry I do not understand it.

He wants to see you.
-I do not know him.

I can't, I don't understand
what he writes.

I have to go back to work.

Hoi.

What's your name?
-Roxanne.

And you?

Neptune.

Neptune?

Where does that come from?

That was the name of the boat I was found on
when I was a child.

Bye.

Damn.
-Are you peeping at little girls?

Shut up.

What?
-The money.

Thank you.

Okay?
-Large notes would have been better.

Good.
-Make sure you are on time.

One more thing.
-What?

Watch my sister.
-I do not think so.

I have to go to court.
She can't come with me.

We are not babysitters.

Then I won't come.
- That kid is a nuisance.

I'm not a troublemaker and I'm not a kid.

OK, enough. Damn, dude.

Fine, we'll look after your sister.

How old is she?
-I'm not sure. Twelve?

Is she nice?
-Sure, just like me.

Get out.
-Thanks, guys.

Simone.

Oh, Simone.

Simone.

Yes, that's great.

A great actor.

Luckily the other one is dead, isn't it?

Good.

Open the curtain?

Wait a minute, what's going on here?

He is dead.
-Unbelieveable.

It is unbelievable.

We're really out of luck.

What terrible bad luck.

This is a curse.

It's a curse.

Let's
make it a play about Beauvoir.

That is not possible.
Beauvoir is the main character...

...Sartre is her mirror.
Without Sartre there is no emancipation.

We are cursed.
-I can play Sartre.

You are already Camus.

In the dream scene in Calvary,
are you making love to yourself?

Indeed.

You play Sartre.

I do not wanna die.

When I die, the show is over.
I can't play Sartre.

I rehearsed with this man and...

...it went very well.

Suzanne tells me that your rehearsal
with her went great.

Don't know.

Yes, it went well.

Do you want to take on the role of Sartre now, at the last minute ?

I'm happy to help you.

I must warn you,
the show is cursed.

Aren't you afraid to die?

I do not get it.

I don't get why she doesn't get it.

What did she say?

She doesn't want to see you
if she doesn't understand your poems.

What is an amaryllis?

De amaryllis is...

Don't know. I saw it on the toilet,
on Katia's deodorant.

Nice word, right?
-Yes.

What would you say?

Don't know.

I'm not a poet.

Close your eyes and think of her.

And.

I have to do it?

Yes, close them.

Do you see shapes? To colour?

Think about her.

We?

Nothing.

You could say that...

...words mean nothing
when love is so strong...

...and that no words
can describe what is in your heart.

In your eyes she will understand.

In your eyes she will know.

That everything in this world
was created for her.

It was a long journey
to find this cashier girl.

And one look was enough...

...to reveal her light.

That's really nice.

Say it again.
-What?

That part with...

If you describe...
Her heart and the light.

Go ahead.

Words mean nothing...

...when love is so very strong.

And words can't describe
what's in my heart.

In your eyes she will understand...

...in your eyes she will know...

...that everything in this world
was created for her.

It was a long journey...

...to find this cashier girl
and one look was enough...

...to reveal her light.

See what those jerks
did to Leslie and Melanie?

I didn't ask them anything.

If you force us, we won't do anything.
-We'll give you the middle finger.

Fat whore.
-Bitch.

How are you, girl?

Your brother is funny.

Why funny?

Well, he's...funny.

My brother is fantastic.

Is that your homework?

What are you looking at?

I look at...

Are you a pedophile?
-Have you lost your mind?

I'm crazy?

I'm crazy? You started, pervert.

You're lurking at 12-year-old girls.

Stop saying people are crazy.

Stop it.

No, it's too difficult.

It's too difficult.

You don't work together.

Everyone is in their own play.
Another play.

The feather.
-No.

No, not the feather.
We have to rehearse.

The feather.

The play is nothing.
But you must merge.

Veer.

What is the Feather?

It's the feather.

The spring must not fall.

And.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Where is the cashier who always sits here?

Her shift is over,
she is changing.

The way up?

Thank you.

Hoi.

Oh hello.

Here.

It's beautiful.

He's making progress,
or is this someone else's?

Don't know.

Who did you find on the boat?

The father of the man who wrote that.

They raised me.

I stayed with them.

It's my family.

Do you want to meet him?

And.

Ah, beautiful.
-Beautiful.

Are you kidding me?
I look like Fiona from Shrek.

How so?
-No.

What's up, pup?

I don't want this party,
my parents want this party.

No one is coming anyway.

They all come.
-No one is coming.

Yes.
-If you strangle them, yes.

I do not want it.
It's gonna be awful, please.

Do not worry.

Please, make sure Dad cancels.
Please.

Whatever you want.

I love you.
I want to write you 300 letters.

I am a novelist, philosopher,
essayist, but also a letter writer.

Can't wait
to read all 300 of them.

But in the meantime, let's
make love.

What is it, Simone?
- Louder.

What is it, Simone?

What we promised each other?
Polygamous life.

I'm not much into threesomes.

No, no Jacky, honey. Come on.

Don't hit him, hit her.

Jealousy trumps promises.

You hit her. Then you regret
and make love to them.

Especially with him.

Accept your feminine side.

You are a very feminine actor.
-Very gentle.

Jacky is very feminine, but many people
reject the homosexual Sartre thesis.

Sartre was gay,
he had an anal fixation.

Josette Pacaly demonstrated that.

Sartre mainly masturbated with women .

But fans of Sartre were outraged.
- Let the fans drop dead.

And have someone take them from behind.

That's up to you.
-Again.

Come here Jacky.

I live as a polygamist.

Harder.

I live as a polygamist.

Come on, do it for real. Look.

In this way.

And then you hit Jacky.

Like this.

That's how you do it.

Do you feel the nuance? That little bit extra?

There she is.

I am going there.

Hallo.

I'm glad you wanted to meet me.
-No problem.

Your last poem convinced me.

Real?
-Yes.

It's remarkable...

...how words
can suddenly have such an effect.

They are common words...

...but if you use them that way
...

...then they get power.

Yes that is true.

And my first poems?

I didn't understand that one.

They were beautiful...

...but they weren't really for me.

I knew the last one was for me.

Just for me.

So...

...have you always been a writer?

no.

To be honest,
it was because I saw you.

I don't know why,
but I knew you'd like it.

I didn't write the last poem
.

I know that.

Now, goodbye.

Farewell.

Did it go well?

And.

Come on, drive.

What's up, hairy kitties?

Pay us back, party off.
-We had a deal.

You can forget about that deal.

Give it back.
- It's already gone.

What?
-I paid for your weigh-in club.

The money.
-What are you doing?

It's Jeff de Claerke's money.
Pay it back today.

Your mom.

Go to her anyway.
Go see how beautiful she is.

Did you fancy a change?
-Yes, a change.

I want him to like it.

As long as you like it.
-Well I...

It's been almost 25 years.

Normally...

...we don't pay attention to that sort of thing.

But this...

...he will remember.
-Yes?

I want to be beautiful for that day.

We...

I want to be what he likes.

After a while,
you don't really know anymore.

You seduced her.

What do you mean?
-What?

You seduced her.

Stop.
- You did.

- I didn't...
- You seduced her.

Come on.
-You did.

What?
-You seduced her.

You did.
-Stop, not at all.

You seduced her.
-Stop.

stop, stop.

Stop that. Stop.

Stop.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jeff.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Jeff.

She loves you.
-Forgive me.

Forgive me.

She loves you.

I am so sorry.

Watch out.

Neptune.

Stay low.

We start in five minutes.

Jacky, please.

It takes one to know one.

Jacky, please.

Shut up.

More

Thank you.

Don't thank me. That brings bad luck.

Oh me?

Simone?

I'm here, Jean-Paul.

I had lunch with Signoret.
Marilyn was there too.

What happened?
-An ambush, he's hit.

To the bedroom.

What's with Neptune?
- Shot.

Where?
-On his neck.

No problem.

Mom, the doorbell.

Shit.

Hoi.

Are those fatties there?
That black guy and his friend.

Jesus and Chickie.
They might come back soon.

Do you want to wait inside?

Sit down.

I'll be right back.

Shit, shit.

Shit.

Good hands.

I can practice a lot with you.

Not my first bullet.

I have become calmer.

Calmed down...

Are you OK?
-Yes fine.

May I ask you something?

When...

If you close your eyes...

...and thinks of me, what do you see?

What a question.

A stupid question.

No, wait.

Just try it.

Close my eyes?
-Yes.

Go ahead, close your eyes.

At least try.

Go ahead.

All right then.
-Think of me.

What do you see?

I see...

...that I love you.

I see our daughter.

Still small.

I see your smile.

I see concerns.

From behind...

...when your father died.

I see your courage.

I see your hands.

Your beautiful hands.

I see your scent.
I mean I can smell you.

It is...

It's exciting.

I see...

I see power.

I see...

...that I'm lucky.

I see...

I see colors.

To colour.

I can see it would be terrible
if you weren't here anymore.

I see it's been exactly 25 years.

Twenty-five years.

And.

Shit, 25 years.

Didn't you know?

No.

Sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't know.

We strike hard
for the next strike.

The workers need our support.

Simone, are you coming with us?

Simone?

through time

there were always men

opeens

one hears a sentence

in my heart

in the palm of my hand

een belofte

for a future, so great

one is not born a woman

but is formed into a woman

one is not born a woman

but formed into a woman

one is not born a woman

but formed into a woman

it's a road

a destiny

A person is not born a woman...

...but formed into a woman.

A person is not born a woman.

But formed into a woman.

I failed at school
and failed at work.

The only way to
make my father proud.

This program is really boring.

They are so very stupid.

Stupid idiots.
-Indeed.

I hate them.

Acorns.

I love it.
-Me, too.

Certainly.

He is thirsty.

All right then.

I'm going.

Where to?
-I have something to deal with.

Do you want company?
-No.

Where am I?
I don't know this place.

I fell asleep, so tired...

...and now I'm here.

Is this the darkness?

Has eternity no taste?

No friends?

Lieve Simone.

Finally you are here.

Jean Paul.

I thought I'd never see you again.

We're together, Beaver.

Where are we?
-In another world.

Another planet.

Only?
-No.

The great politicians, the great thinkers...

...scientists and athletes
are all here.

They have set rules and values
around our concepts.

Gandhi.

No more Hinduism.

Napoleon Bonaparte.

No more imperialism.

Jeanne D'Arc.

But also...

Hitler.

Marilyn.

Marie Antoinette.

And Jesus Christ.

No more Christianity.

We did it, dear.

Existentialism...

...has won.

Of all the battles,
ours was the noblest.

We lost each other many times...

...were almost dead in our hearts.

But in the end it was necessary.

I'd love to lose you one more time...

...and find you again.

Finding you and losing you again.

I only lived
to live with you.

Existentialism...

...that's you.

Existentialism...

...that's us.

Existentialism...

...that's you.

Are you OK?
-Yes.

Well done, Jacky.

My dear, it was sublime.

Best performance yet.

It's our first performance.
-Beats.

Is there something wrong?
-No, but...

Now that the play is over...

...I'm afraid to go back
to my real life.

We can do one more.

Another...

...play or another life?

We...

It's practically the same.

Not true?

Thank you.

I spent many long days on these beaches .

With the sea and the cruel shore
that was eaten.

I tried to find
what my wounded heart craves.

You came back to me, my darling,
just like the waves.

I can't remember what my downfall was .

But far away from you I live...

...like a defeated king.

No less than inhuman,
this distance from the one...

...who makes all my mornings better,
my hope, who is my sun.

Far from you I learned
that only you are the one for me.

Far from you I learned
that you also live in me.

In my chest, I feel your breath every day.

In my wild heart,
you live like a stowaway.

A new day
has brought a completely new light.

I know, because the morning
has never been so clear.

And though countless poets
write their true lines...

...is the only rule for me...

...the line in which I love you.

So...

Nice is not it?

It's for my wife.

I'm reading it to her tonight,
I just made it up.

In Alexandrines.

Do you know what that is?

No.

Twelve syllables.

The only one for me...

...is where I love you.

Twelve.

Do you think she likes it?

Don't know.

I hope so.

Did you...

...beautiful?

Is someone waiting for you somewhere?

No.

Jammer.

For me...

...is love...

...the only thing that matters.

It never lets us down.

Not even when the other is gone.

That's beautiful music.

What is it?

Don't know.

You see?

We are here
to listen to this music.

But if there's no one to hear it...

...would it still exist?

Don't know.

No.

That's right.

You just have to love it.