Love Songs // Les chansons d'amour Subs Español/english 2007

In memory of Aude MonninDedicated to Jean-Claude Guiguet LOVE SONGS Part One: The Departure One for Pardonnez-moi, please.

Excuse me, I was just after him.

It's me.

I'm seeing a movie.

What are you seeing? Seriously, what are you seeing? I'm sick of movies alone.

Julie, I'll be offendedif you see that movie.

Do you love me or not? That's a dumb question.

You're not alone.

Is Alice there? Not at all.

No.

Ismaël, I just thought of something -you piss me off! – Caught you napping?- What? – Is it love or what?- You knock me out, Ismaël.

You can read me like an open book.

I'll take back that question! No, don't say anything, please.

Yes, I'm napping, undeniably proving I'm in love.

Therefore, you deduceI'm in love with you and I resort to daydreamsto avoid expressing it.

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I can't hear you clearly.

Get to work!I want to go home.

– Julie yelled at you?- Shut up! – You scare me.

– Julie annoyed you? Julie asked questions? I know! She didn't disagreewhen you moaned you were the world's worst fuck? I'll cut your tongue out.

It'll make life easier.

You'll thank me later, sweetie.

You're not even circumcised! – Why say that?- You're a mini-Jew, in fact.

Kiss my mini-Jew yarmulkeand get to work! Excuse me, have you got a light? Your barrage of questions On the wherefore and why Of my heart's reasons Simply finds no reply I can't deny I have reasons to love you I don't see why I should let you know The reasons why I love you So the answer's no Is it your pretty bum Could it be fear of loneliness Sheer luck or am I humdrum Or is it just laziness I can't deny So tell me now I have reasons to love you I don't see why I should let you know The reasons why you love me so So the answer's no My angel sweet Wants me to sing praises at her feet Gloria My holy dove Demands to hear my song of love Hallelujah Is it your scent when you're near The way you curl under the covers Maybe it's even your sister dear Your money or even worse I can't deny So tell me now I have reasons to love you One lost promiseTwo careless words Three pairs of pantiesLeft on the floor Your lips are sourYour smile sweet Four pubes in the showerI'm under your feet Your mistakes My professions My curses Your transgressions And then? After, you dream of before Everything fades, it's an open book Just tell me how we look When we weigh up all we took Just tell me how we look Just tell me how we look Five minutes flatNot our best Six pics if thatOf a sex or a breast Seven calls from your mumEvery hour today You should answer someShe won't go away I'd make it better If I could Too much hurt For the good When you add it all up Love, you love me how much Everything fades, it's an open book Just tell me how we look When we weigh up all we took Just tell me how we look Just tell mehow we look Eight years of loveOne Thursday In my school packYour sole letter that day Nine, will I make itI can't lie I know you're mineBut can love die What memories Do you have of me Maybe we'd better Leave it at that Come on, tell me We were too noisy? It's Alice.

I've got my pyjamas.

Perfect Happiness Voluptuous Pleasures Politics I'm not sure we're in the right order.

Excuse me, Ismaël.

You agree, Julie? Lights out? – Did I take my pill?- You took it.

– Which one is it?- Diane 35.

Did I take it? – It suits you?- Yes.

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– The pill makes me depressed.

– It does? You're on it? I was but I've bought this thing, it's like.

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It's like a coil.

It replaces the pill, see.

– Why are you on the pill?- It's not the pill! Whatever.

You don't sleep with guys.

I'll check anyway.

– What sex are you into?- Me? What sex? I'm into non-sex, you know that.

That's the sex I'm into.

– Thanks a lot!- You're different.

You're like my sister.

It's not really sex.

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This is sick.

“Why are people so against egoism?Egoism can be moral.

” That's really sick! You should be guiding me.

We were supposed to sleep, remember.

I really think you're very pretty.

I'm not sure you really thinking thatreassures me.

You think you could? – What?- Tell me you love me a little.

Do you love me? Are you in love with me? No, I don't love you.

You don't love me? Of course I love you! – Except that I.

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– Screw you! That's pathetic.

It's pitiful.

By staying with you, am I supportingsomething that sickens me? This soppiness.

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You started, with your non-sex.

Non-sex isn't an open doorto such idyllic romanticism! I'm anything but romantic.

You're anything but what you say.

Anything but a boss, a Jew.

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Give me a break!I never laid claim to being Jewish.

I can't even locate Tel Avivon a map of Palestine! You start with mad joy.

Concentrate.

Tranquillity.

Surprise.

And? That's not surprise.

What is it? – What is it, Julie? Help us.

– No idea.

Amazement! Sorrow.

Sorrow, far from moderate.

Despondency, Dad.

Yes, despondency.

Fear.

More than fear.

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– Dread.

– No, watch.

Terror? Not terror? What then? It's horror.

Well done, Jasmine.

Despair? In other words, I take himfrom joy to despair.

Thanks a lot.

Ismaël annoys you a little? Yeah, he annoys me a lot.

Have you seen Cédric again? I suppose you could say that.

He's married.

He'll never leave her.

I know that.

Maybe when his kidchanges schools in two years.

Unless the idiot repeats a year.

What's going on, Julie? We're involved in a dumb sceneand Ismaël's useless.

So what else is new? He's forcing meto break up for him.

– You're leaving him?- Not break up with him.

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We've started this threesome and.

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the third person's taking root.

Who is it? It's a girl.

Alice.

Was that Ismaël's idea? No, it was mine.

I'm into threesomes.

Jeanne, let me help Julie.

– To do what?- Let me, OK.

You're needed in there.

Go and sit down.

No arguing.

Don't let dad drink too much.

What's going on? It's really complicated.

A threesome with Ismaël? Why didn't you tell me? I don't know.

I didn't need to, I guess.

How long have you been three? A few weeks.

A month.

A month?! – I don't want to pry.

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– So don't pry.

I'm surprised in any case.

So is this threesome over or not? Nearly.

Does this Alice have your key? Mum.

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You were spying! What's it like? Sorry, I shouldn't ask that.

I don't mind.

So what's it like? Weird, OK.

And it's hard to sleep.

All three of you sleep together? And it's hard to sleep? Yes, Alice has nightmares.

That can't be easy.

And she's in the middle.

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We shouldn't talk about this.

I agree, but we are talking about it.

– I am quite intrigued.

– Only natural, Mum.

I don't get it.

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This Alice, is she for Ismaël or for you? For both of us.

Both of you?Not together? Yes, sometimes.

But it's tricky.

It takes effort.

Yes, of course.

I can believe that.

Did it come naturally? What? The sex? Yes, the positions.

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Did you knowwhere to put yourself naturally? That's the easy part.

– How do you decide?- On what? Well, do you talk about it first or.

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No, not really.

It just happens.

– It's not embarrassing?- No, not at all.

I thought it'd be complicated.

It's tricky enough for two as it is.

– Had you done it with a girl before?- Me? Do you like it? It's weird.

It's.

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It's funny.

It's different.

But Alice likes it! I'm not answering that.

We've talked enough.

Yes.

Thank you, sweetheart.

It's good to confidein your mum, baby.

The cake's going to burn! I want you to knowI'm still in love with Ismaël.

You do it to make him happy? Bring the cups.

Ismaël's doing his cushion thing.

Not so loud.

He just dropped off.

The jerk does it well.

Let's go and see Jeanne now.

Let's see Auntie Jeanne.

Do a little burp for Auntie Jeanne.

Dirty bugger! Are you crazy? I loved that cushion! – I'll get it.

– Cut the cake first.

You'll only say we cheated after.

– Who's going to hide?- For God's sake, Dad! My little sweetie-pie.

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“Who's this piece for?” That's not very funny, Dad.

She doesn't want to.

Come and give your dad a kiss.

Now close your eyes.

– Who's this piece for?- For Mum.

– Make room for me.

– Give your old father a cuddle.

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– Move up a bit.

– There's no room.

You too.

– Mum, take a photo.

– Not now.

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This is so embarrassing.

I'll get the cushion.

Jealous.

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I thought Ismaël worked Sundays.

He still does.

Every other Sunday.

– Why are we doing the dishes?- The washer's dead.

I mean why are we cleaning upfor the men? It pisses me off! We ate too, Julie.

– Doesn't Dad ever do a thing?- He's revising.

That degree's a joke, Mum!He'll never sit the exams.

I'm not so sure.

He'll do it just to piss me off.

The rain falls without a care On the angel of the Bastille Square The sky is so grey up there As the rain's needles pierce the air The rain falls without a care The grey clouds, heavy and solemn Bring water for Paris so fair For the naked angel on its column Nothing moves on the street Outside the window pane Paris seems draped in a sheet Bathed in drops of rain Against the broken sky The angel spreads its wings I'd love you till goodbye In this rain and all it brings Shit! I'll go.

Rain falls again without a care On the angel of the Bastille Square A pot of tea that we share In the camomile Sunday air The rain pours down without a care Who'd have thought a drop of rain Would make people flee the square Leaving the angel to its disdain Nothing moves on the street Outside the window pane Paris seems draped in a sheet Bathed in drops of rain Against the broken sky The angel spreads its wings I'd love you till goodbye In this rain and all it brings The rain still falls without a care On the angel of the Bastille Square An early night we both share In sheets free of wear and tear The rain falls without a care Over family meals we have to bear The angel in the floodlight's glare Spreads its wings on the Bastille Square You bought a new ring? I gave it to her.

That's a serious breach of contract.

– What contract?- The gentleman's one.

– No rings for my wife.

– I'm not your wife! I know what you're up to.

You thinkI can't figure out your plan? You'll eliminate me by beguiling me with your kisses.

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What do you mean? This is no three-ring circus.

– With me as your horse?- A real gift-horse.

With your heart.

And your teeth.

– You're sure?- Touching her means fucking me.

You're sick! Send in the clowns.

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I don't want to go.

We won't stay long.

Slowly.

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Watch the cars.

Look out! Thank you.

I know your game You think you've won Your cake and the baker's dame Two for the price of one Little bitch, that's so cheap It makes a nasty sound Your jealousy won't make me weep After all, you sleep around I'm the bridge between your banks Running from side to side Cross over and give me thanks Kiss and let me be your guide I love no one but you I love no one but you Little shit, you think you're so swell I smelled your fingers, swine Where did they get that odd smell It's definitely not mine Little bitch, go to hell You're just as bad as me In adultery you dwell She touches you, I see I'm the bridge between your banks Running from side to side Climb on top, I'll say thanks Why not give me a ride I love no one but you Little shit, make your choice We'll be two, no longer three That's all over, let's rejoice Come on, it's her or me Little bitch, I'll make my choice You know better than all of us Let's hear your pretty voice In this circus I'm the bridge between your banks Your quarrels leave me cold Trample me and rub my flanks I'll stay here and grow old I love no one but you.

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Paris is already so far away Paris so petty and petit We'll be happy every day Enveloped in the city Who cares anyway If it's raining at JFK I'm scared during landing But you hold my hand tight Like a kid so understanding I wept there in my plight Who cares anyway As long as with you I stay Crossing from the Brooklyn side Touch my hands.

My love so sweet and mild I'll be right back.

Was laughing happily, wide-eyed Like a happy child April brings Manhattan Sunshine and blue skies Like an eternity in satin – His name's Gwendal.

– I don't care.

Who cares anyway I'll get Julie.

If the wind carries your scarf away As Broadway turns on the heat We're dancing on the rooftop Of 218 Adam Street You're my Liza and I'm your Bob.

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Excuse me.

You're here? I don't feel good.

I'm going home.

– Stay if you want.

– Are you crazy? Come on.

Let's go home.

Just a second.

Where did I put the damn stub? – Got it.

– You fetch it.

I'll go on up.

We can't go out.

– Stay inside.

– That's my girlfriend.

What's going on? Stand back.

Good evening.

I called because a lady collapsed.

This is her boyfriend.

Good evening.

Julie.

Julie Pommeraye.

P-O-double M E-R-A-Y-E.

And your relationship to her? I'm her boyfriend.

– And you are?- Ismaël.

Benoliel.

B-E-N-O L-l-E-L.

Were you here when it happened? A young woman, 28, heart and respiratory arrest.

GCS 3.

I'm fitting the scope.

Hook up the drip.

The sat rate is 95 for now.

During the concert, she felt faint, she went to the bathroom.

I joined her.

I went to get our things.

When I joined her outside.

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she was lying on the ground.

Did you consume alcohol? Did you use drugs? – How long were you apart?- I don't know.

Two minutes.

Would you mindwaiting in the car, please? Take her shoulders.

Watch the gear.

When you're ready.

Head to foot.

Shoulders ready.

Prepare to lift.

Lift.

Prepare to lift.

Lift.

200 joules loaded.

Step back.

Watch out for the charge.

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Charge! No pulse.

No pulse at all.

She's in total AV block.

No reaction at all? Forget the bicarb, prep a shot of adrenalin.

20 mg.

Carry on ventilating.

Keep her on manual.

– Still no pulse.

– One more charge.

Prep another shot.

I'm the doctor.

TN 10, 10 Quebec Foxtrot.

Delta Oscar Sierrafor 59, rue du Château d'Eau.

My final tune just began My last song along this road A single for a single man My terror summed up in a code Delta Oscar Sierra The police code like a breath Delta Oscar Sierra The song of approaching death It's Ismaël.

This song of mine's a real must But you fall before it passes It's all dust to dust A mean little mound of ashes Delta Oscar Sierra The flashing of the ambulance Delta Oscar Sierra The song of death's dance Your father says you're asleep Your mother wants to touch your brow The wood around you makes us weep And tells us now that you're now.

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You dance against the walls As death calls Do you need help? The police code like a breath Where did I put it? My book.

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The song of approaching death The flashing of the ambulance The Night Stirs Many people have a soulthat loves to swim.

They are commonly known as lazy.

Part Two: The Absence OK? – Going to my place?- Of course.

– Why didn't you let me know?- I left a hundred messages.

I know but my phone is.

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out of order.

I'm going to the paper.

I've taken half a day off work.

Let's do it now.

I can't! Give me the keys.

I'll do it.

The place is a mess.

– Put them in the mailbox.

– I won't snoop.

Of course you will.

The sandwich in the fridge.

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Don't throw it out.

Or eat it.

First insert, Sarkozy's son's scooter.

Three suspects arrested.

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Are you listening? “Arrested” has an “r” missing, third line.

“DNA”, there's an extra space.

Last line, after “policeman”, add an exclamation mark.

You're not the materialistic type, are you? No.

Clothes and stuffdon't really matter to you.

Is this some twisted wayto say I have no dress sense? No, it's a ploy.

You won't seestuff left at my place again.

– What have you done?- Nothing.

Jeanne's gathering Julie's clothesfor a bonfire.

– Shit, what a bummer!- I told you 20 times.

– You confiscated my key.

– But I spend all day there.

– Couldn't you sort my stuff?- I open a closet, I break down.

– So sorting things.

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– If only you could break down.

– Open the closets.

Wide!- Shut up.

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I can help you.

You can help me too.

Leave me be.

I can see you're botheredbut I don't love Gwendal yet.

I don't love you either, so calm down.

But I need you.

You're surprised? Be quiet You've said so muchnothing surprises me now We make A silent promise, a speechless vow The words In excess We must Be quiet Our tongues are weary, let them rest To have Tongue to tongue A dialogue of the deaf Sometimes Believe me We must Be quiet Keep your saliva as an antidote Let it Trickle like sweet venom down my throat The words In excess We must Be quiet Our lips are dryand our mouths don't need To get Caught up in the words Of this play we read Sometimes Believe me We must Be quiet At last Be quiet In the end.

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It's my kid brother's.

– He's a clean guy.

– Not with the dishes! For the remotes.

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You have cable, TV and DVD.

There are earphones if you want.

For the PlayStation, unplug the lead.

Thanks.

Good night.

It's you then? – What is?- The draught.

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Sorry.

It's not a problem.

But since we haven't paid the gas bill, we sleep with the window closed.

You don't like my sleeping bag? It's fine, but I can't sleepso I'm not using it.

Yeah, I know.

I was told.

Whatever you were told, I can be alone.

It's six o'clock.

Usually, I get up at seven.

I'll make us some coffee.

Why get up so early? To go to school.

Shit.

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The bastards.

It's too early for their crap.

My name's Erwann.

Shit, the bastards, they're all Bretons.

You said it.

Shelves full of Anatole Le Braz, crêpes every Monday night and our motto: “Treat a sailor welland he'll shit in your hand.

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– Isn't it? Unfortunately, the buds are out.

A lot of maples are opening out.

The Japanese roses are in flower.

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A frost will kill them.

To avoid that, go out to the garden and prune all these tiny branches.

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Morning TV is badfor your mental health.

Use my room.

It's the first on the left.

The sheets are clean.

– Sleep well.

– Thanks! – OK?- My day's off to a good start.

How do you experience thingsbefore 8am? It'll be a glorious day.

Done your English? No, but I've read Aragon.

Le Cri Du Butor.

Don't spoil it! “It will be a glorious day “Unnatural weatherLike a painterly sky “Weather strong as a woman “Weather to sell your soul “It will be a glorious day “Weather to laugh and run “Weather to stay aliveTo fear the worst” Stop it! For pity's sake, stop! “On the banks of the SeineYoung people at midday “Michel with MadeleinePierre with Jeanne and Germaine “Who walks with Jean “If the sky is full of birdsWhat do you care “The fire that burns in hell “Where are you goingThe swallows ask “Is April here at last” Paparazzi! You're the first guyto sleep in my bed.

I am? I got you some.

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some.

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from the bakery.

Croissants? Not croissants, raisin buns.

They're better with tea.

– Tea? What time is it?- 5:15pm.

No time to stop off at home.

Is Alice here? No, there's no one here.

– I can lend you clean clothes.

– Yes, please.

I smell a bit funky.

– What?- Very Breton.

Give me a break.

Can you lock up? – Good night.

– Good night, Yvette.

Good night, Alice.

You know, Alice.

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Julie's parentshave had the autopsy results.

And? It was cardiac arrest.

A small blood clot lodged itselfin an artery.

Nothing caused it.

It's like a cot death.

– Let's have a drink.

– I'm tired.

I want to go home.

OK, see you.

If you can't sleep, call me.

You will? – You promise?- Stop freaking me out.

– Hi!- Shit, are you crazy? – You finish late.

– Why are you here? This is my neighbourhood too.

Posters for Communist Workers? Exactly.

What do you want? Nothing.

I just came to say hi.

At three in the morning? If I'm a pain, I'll go.

You're not a painbut how did you find me? I don't really know.

– I'm going.

– To your place? Can I come? No.

Should I insist? Wait at your office tomorrow? I'm sorry, Erwann.

No.

You have no doubts?You don't need anyone? Did I ask you anything? OK, I'm splitting.

– Why are you here?- I was worried.

You didn't come home last night.

You're not my mother.

You could have called.

I left messages.

You spoke to my parents? You heard about the autopsy? – You slept here yesterday?- Yes.

Don't you have a home? I thought we could help each other.

Support each other.

Together.

It's just as hard for me, Ismaël.

You could make an effort.

An effort how? Respect my sorrow.

– You respect me, moving in here?- It was my sister's place too.

What's the dog doing here? I was scared here aloneso Mum let me borrow her.

Got a light? You got the issue finished? Sorry, I can't go on like this.

I just can't.

I'm not interested.

It doesn't help.

Have Julie's keys.

I'll take mine and say good night.

No questions.

Give me the door code.

7 A20.

Make yourself at home.

– You're working late, young man.

– I'm not working.

What's a Breton library like? The Beautiful Room Is Empty This isn't on the programme.

Mad About Vincent Don't mix them up.

Salinger though.

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Have you ever loved For the sheer sake of it Have you ever taken A bite of the apple For the taste of the fruit Its sweetness and its zest Have you often lost your way Yes, I've already loved For the sheer sake of it But the apple was hard And I cracked a tooth Those unripe passions Those indigestible loves Often made me feel sick But a true love that lasts Leaves lovers exhausted And their overripe kisses Rot on our tongues But fleeting love affairs Know such futile fevers And their kisses so green Chafe against our lips For if you wish to love For the sheer sake of it The worm in the apple Can slip between our teeth It eats away at our heart Our brain and all the rest Slowly bleeding us dry But when we dare to love For the sheer sake of it This worm in the apple That slips between our teeth Can make our heart fragrant Our brain too and leave us Its perfume inside us But fleeting love affairs See such futile efforts Their passing caresses Can wear out our bodies But a true love that lasts Makes the lovers less fine Often the test of time Gets the better of us Time for bed, you runt.

It's only 4am, it's not late.

Tomorrow morning at seven, you have mathematics, chemistry, algebra.

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– I can sleep in the lounge.

– Make yourself at home.

OK.

I took Scarlettto the Pépiniêre Park yesterday.

I hadn't been back since Julie died.

It was our park.

You took us there when we were kids.

It's good you were ableto go back there.

I think so, yes.

Right.

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Shall I make my salad? – Anyone for cheese?- No, thanks.

I'll have some salad.

Help me make it.

I'm not doing it for one.

Jasmine, no hysterics.

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You're crazy.

Ismaël, since we're all here, I want to tell you that Mireille and Iwant you to have Julie's money.

There's not muchon the current account but there are savingson two other accounts.

I don't know if Julie told you.

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but, after she was hired permanently, her salary included life insurance.

We've asked for it to be paid to you.

There.

All in all, it should amountto 20, 000 euros.

No, thank you.

I don't want the money.

Sorry.

No one wants the money.

It should go to the guy who needs it.

I didn't pay for the funeral.

It wasn't up to you to pay.

Haven't you gotany revision to do today? Is this a new resolutionto help your mum with the dishes? Xmas is over.

You still have hope? Has someone mentioned driving lessonsin this family? And the old sister here.

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Got anything to say?Anything at all? A bit jealous, is she? Were you offereddriving lessons at 20? Look at me when I speak!Look at me when I speak! Look at me.

And give me a kiss.

Give me a kiss.

Because I love you.

I've loved you for ages.

Disgusting.

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I'm glad you're OK.

It helps us all.

My eyes gaze At the sky The white clouds against perfect blue No sign of God In the sky Slow clouds in the broken blue Sunlight floods The sky My winter daysare spent forgetting you And every second Is a fistful of soil Every minute Is like a sob See how hard I fight See how much I lose In blood and tears, in blood and tears I hurl up At the sky Those pebbles that you painted green But there's no reply From the sky No rebound on the sea's glassy sheen Sunlight floods The sky My days in hell spent burying you And every second Is a fistful of soil Every minute Is like a tomb See how hard I fight See how much I lose In blood and tears, in blood and tears I hope That in the sky Sly little devilsThe angels' wings will bend So that you will fall From the sky To my arms, like a gift, a true godsend But every second Is a fistful of soil But every second Is a fistful of soil Every minute Is like a tomb See how hard I fight See how much I lose In blood and tears, in blood and tears Maud.

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Can you give me.

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a shot of vodka? With your lamb curry? Wake up.

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There's someone here.

Hi, Ismaël.

It's past midday.

It's OK.

What are you doing? Any coffee left? – I'm Julie's sister.

– Julie's sister? – You're Alice?- No.

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Work.

What are you doing? – I came to see you.

Where are you?- Behind you.

Don't you have classes, revision, essays? The best thing I can dois wait for you.

That's kind.

You're sweet.

But I'm like a huge mystery for you.

– You have no idea.

– What does that mean? It means you don't know me and shouldn't wait for me.

The mystery of your weary gaze A mystery that keeps you in a haze The secret of this daze Secrets are my true craze This barrier between you and me This barrier, who holds the key Cross the border, leave your daze Stand on your land, see my gaze You need to advance To cover the distance Between you and me You'll have to be bold If you want to hold Onto me A chill grips your land these days What to do in this winter maze You're caught up an icy daze Everything's frozen Start a blaze You need to advance To cover the distance Between you and me You'll have to be bold If you want to hold Onto me The mystery of your weary gaze A mystery I try to appraise The cheap mystery of your daze Doesn't need your arms these days Asshole! Gwendal sent his brother? – What did he say?- It's not about you.

C'mon, I'm not stupid.

He sends his brother to lecture me.

He wants to move me.

I dumped him.

Badly.

The guy's an emotional psychopath! Gwendal's great.

He's already corrupted you!I swear, the guy scares me.

– Gwendal?- I don't want to see him again! Give the keys to his little brother.

I'd been warned.

Bretons are dangerous.

Especially in love! Here.

– No way.

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– He'll send Erwann back.

Give them to him when you see him.

What? Nothing.

– What's up?- They just changed the front page.

New trainers? – Like them?- No, they're ugly.

Well, well.

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I gave Ismaël the keys.

You can keep the stuff I left, it's OK.

Tell your brother sorry from me.

Want a ride home? – Want a ride home?- I'm OK.

You're sure? See you.

Part Three: The Return Hey you Tell me that you love me Even if it's a lie And we stand no chance Life is so sad Tell me that you love me Good evening.

I have to sit outside with the dog.

It's so late.

I waited till my husband dozed off.

That's OK.

I only just left work.

You didn't tell Ismaël you were coming? Jeanne searched his thingsto get your number.

Something to drink? No, I'm OK.

Thank you.

Ismaël told meabout the autopsy results.

Why did he tell you? Is that important for him? I think so.

It's important to understand.

I'm not so sure.

We expect doctorsto clear up every mystery, to unearth the secretsthat explain them.

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I reject that illusion.

Mystery is part of life.

And it merely adds to the horrorof Julie's death.

But that's not why I called.

It may sound silly but I'd like youto take care of Ismaël.

I'd like you to watch over him.

I'm asking you that.

I called because I heardyou'd moved out.

I'm worried.

He's all alone.

He's not alone.

I see him every day.

And emotionally? Emotionally what? Are you still together? That's a really weird question.

I only wish him well.

I believe you.

But I don't think you can help peopleif they don't want that.

– What are you doing here?- Dad sent me.

– He woke up?- You weren't there so he woke me.

I'm only here.

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I told him you'd taken Scarlett out.

I'm sorry.

Go on.

Thank you so much for coming here.

We're counting on you.

You're one of the family.

Can I give you a kiss? Coming? I'll give you ten minutesto yell at each other first.

Can I sit down? Got a cigarette? My exams are stressing me out.

Want to keep the pack? No, I have to sleep.

I mustn't smoke all night.

Don't take this badly, OK.

Look on it as kindness on my behalf.

I don't thinkyou're one of the family.

Thank you.

I don't think you need to beone of the family to feel grief.

OK.

Are you getting over it? No.

Objectively, I'm not getting over it at all.

– And you?- A little.

I think so.

I'll be going.

See you.

Wash My soiled memory in its muddy stream With your tongue's tip lick me clean And remove every single trace Of what has been Of what binds me Of what comes to pass Alas Stalk Hunt her down for within me she fights And when you have her in your sights Do not heed her pleas and cries You know That she has to die This is her second demise And so Kill her Again Weep I've done that before, all in vain More sobs just wet the pillows again Despite my tries, despite my tries I have A dried up heart And swollen eyes I have A dried up heart And swollen eyes So burn Burn when you sink into my bed of ice It melts when you hug me like a vice There's no more sorrow No more gravity If I have Your body like a flow Of lava washing over me My soiled memory in its muddy stream Wash Did Scarlett wake you? I've brought croissants.

What's going on? I don't thinkI can offer you breakfast.

Shit.

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– Can we talk?- I don't have much to say.

So let's walk.

We're on a street.

No one will criticise us.

– I'm not criticising you.

– That's not what I meant.

We deal with grief the way we can.

I'm not judging you.

But your way is a bit violent.

– You're judging me.

– I'm trying to understand.

Understand what? What went on between Julie and you.

That's a challenge.

A real challenge.

Understand.

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why you never wanted kids.

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why you were in a threesome.

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my sister's life before she died.

And a boy in my bedexplains everything, is that it? You have the right handbook.

You're lucky.

She must have had reasonsto be unhappy.

I won't say anything.

– It's for the best, right?- No, it's not for the best.

No one stops you speaking.

Far from it.

People need to hear you.

My parents especially.

Talk to them.

– To say what?- I don't know.

What you feel.

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Give me a break.

I already have parents of my own.

You're so self-centred.

You're ungrateful, selfish.

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Sure, I'm thoughtless, I'm idiotic.

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And I'm a faggot on top of it.

It's terrible.

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That's not what I said.

Don't make me look like a dumb bitch! The same winter sun The same snapping twigs Icy fingertips Frost on the railings The same smell of soilOf earth gone to earth It'll all be there It'll all be there Except for you The Pépiniêre Park at the week's end One more hour, one more hour if that One more hour before nightfall The same temperature Down to freezing point Melancholy beasts At the gates of the zoo The same hurried parents, their children wrapped up warm It'll all be there, it'll all be there Except for you The Pépiniêre Park at the week's end One more hour, one more hour if that One more hour before nightfall Even if I stay And walk where we walked Follow the same paths At the same time of day Even if I'm the sameEven if I'm beautiful It'll all be there, it'll all be there Except for you The Pépiniêre Park at the week's end One more hour, one more hour if that One more hour before nightfall Night will fall And then Nothing more Good luck.

Hi, you're back?Your brother sent you? Tell him to stop, it's a real drag.

I'm looking for Ismaël.

– Gwendal didn't send you?- No.

– He didn't tell you we split up?- No.

But I noticed.

– He's seeing someone?- Yes.

Where's Ismaël? He's got a nerve.

No, I don't know.

But I'd like him to helpwith the layout.

– He's not answering his phone.

– I know.

– You're not worried?- Should I be? I like Bloc Party too.

– What's going on, Erwann?- I hoped he'd be here.

– Why do you want Ismaël?- I won't hurt him.

I'll go.

I have a mock exam tomorrow.

Bye.

Tell me something.

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This may sound crazybut I just thought of it.

Are you and Ismaël together? I hope so.

See you.

See you! The dirty devil.

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Why have you come so late Couldn't you cope I'd decided not to wait I'd given up hope Why have you come so late What brings you here What bizarre twist of fate What sudden desire or fear Why have you come so late Didn't your mother say, dear You shouldn't arrive late For an invitation sincere Without flowers, fine But it's only polite To arrive on time When time is tight Why have you come so late When it's all over and said And your brand new date Takes my place in your bed Why have you come so late You don't have an excuse No story to relate No way to make a truce Why have you come so late I can't, try as I might The tales you create Of a future bright Where for now it's not so late My angel, it's all so bizarre If you could face your fate You'd see how much older we are BRITTANY Hey there, kid, all day long I've sung an idiot's song You kept us waiting.

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Crawling in the gutter's flow From Montparnasse to Château d'Eau Are you OK? One drink after another, God knows where I'm melancholy.

Zubrowska, Riesling and Piper At a loss, not knowing what to do I've come back here to find you I run to your armsTo get off the streets Any noise, I'll kill you.

The delight of your charmsIn your soft, warm sheets But, alas, instead of that I thought I heard“I love you” That's his problem, true I thought I heard“I love you” That's his problem, true So what if you do believe So what if I can't be naïve However lost I may be None of that between you and me You want a body, that's OKA pair of arms, why not In my bed you can stayGetting the sheets in a knot But if you want to have all that You need to hear”I love you” You need to hear”I love you” I'm old, a widower and sectarian A poor, idiotic vulgarian I'm handsome, young and Breton I smell of rain, the oceanand crêpes with lemon Be quiet now, you little jewel Once again you're wrong, you fool I'm precious if you save me, see OK, but none of thatbetween you and me You want a body, that's OK To get off the streets In my bed you can stay In your soft, warm sheets But if you want to have all that You need to hear.

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Love me lessbut love me a long time.

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