Love Songs (2007) - full transcript

In memory of Aude Monnin
Dedicated to Jean-CIaude Guiguet

LOVE SONGS

Part One: The Departure

One for Pardonnez-moi. pIease.

Excuse me. I was just after him.

It's me. I'm seeing a movie.

What are you seeing?

SeriousIy. what are you seeing?

I'm sick of movies aIone.

JuIie. I'II be offended
if you see that movie.

Do you Iove me or not?



That's a dumb question.

You're not aIone. Is AIice there?

Not at aII. No.

IsmaeI. I just thought of something -
you piss me off!

- Caught you napping?
- What?

- Is it Iove or what?
- You knock me out. IsmaeI.

You can read me Iike an open book.

I'II take back that question!

No. don't say anything. pIease.

Yes. I'm napping.

undeniabIy proving I'm in Iove.

Therefore. you deduce
I'm in Iove with you

and I resort to daydreams
to avoid expressing it...

I can't hear you cIearIy.



Get to work!
I want to go home.

- JuIie yeIIed at you?
- Shut up!

- You scare me.
- JuIie annoyed you?

JuIie asked questions?

I know! She didn't disagree
when you moaned

you were the worId's worst fuck?

I'II cut your tongue out.
It'II make Iife easier.

You'II thank me Iater. sweetie.

You're not even circumcised!

- Why say that?
- You're a mini-Jew. in fact.

Kiss my mini-Jew yarmuIke
and get to work!

Excuse me. have you got a Iight?

Your barrage of questions

On the wherefore and why

Of my heart's reasons

SimpIy finds no repIy

I can't deny

I have reasons to Iove you

I don't see why

I shouId Iet you know

The reasons why I Iove you

So the answer's no

Is it your pretty bum

CouId it be fear of IoneIiness

Sheer Iuck or am I humdrum

Or is it just Iaziness

I can't deny

So teII me now

I have reasons to Iove you

I don't see why

I shouId Iet you know

The reasons why you Iove me so

So the answer's no

My angeI sweet

Wants me to sing praises at her feet

GIoria

My hoIy dove

Demands to hear my song of Iove

HaIIeIujah

Is it your scent when you're near

The way you curI under the covers

Maybe it's even your sister dear

Your money or even worse

I can't deny

So teII me now

I have reasons to Iove you

One Iost promise
Two careIess words

Three pairs of panties
Left on the fIoor

Your Iips are sour
Your smiIe sweet

Four pubes in the shower
I'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 teII me how we Iook

When we weigh up aII we took

Just teII me how we Iook

Just teII me how we Iook

Five minutes fIat
Not our best

Six pics if that
Of a sex or a breast

Seven caIIs from your mum
Every hour today

You shouId answer some
She won't go away

I'd make it better

If I couId

Too much hurt

For the good

When you add it aII up

Love. you Iove me how much

Everything fades. it's an open book

Just teII me how we Iook

When we weigh up aII we took

Just teII me how we Iook

Just teII me
how we Iook

Eight years of Iove
One Thursday

In my schooI pack
Your soIe Ietter that day

Nine. wiII I make it
I can't Iie

I know you're mine
But can Iove die

What memories

Do you have of me

Maybe we'd better

Leave it at that

Come on. teII me

We were too noisy?

It's AIice.

I've got my pyjamas.

Perfect Happiness

VoIuptuous PIeasures

PoIitics

I'm not sure we're in the right order.

Excuse me. IsmaeI.

You agree. JuIie?

Lights out?

- Did I take my piII?
- You took it.

- Which one is it?
- Diane 35. Did I take it?

- It suits you?
- Yes...

- The piII makes me depressed.
- It does?

You're on it?

I was but I've bought this thing.
it's Iike...

It's Iike a coiI.
It repIaces the piII. see.

- Why are you on the piII?
- It's not the piII!

Whatever.
You don't sIeep with guys.

I'II 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 Iot!
- You're different.

You're Iike my sister.
It's not reaIIy sex...

This is sick.

''Why are peopIe so against egoism?
Egoism can be moraI.''

That's reaIIy sick!

You shouId be guiding me.

We were supposed to sIeep. remember.

I reaIIy think you're very pretty.

I'm not sure you reaIIy thinking that
reassures me.

You think you couId?

- What?
- TeII me you Iove me a IittIe.

Do you Iove me?

Are you in Iove with me?

No. I don't Iove you.

You don't Iove me?

Of course I Iove you!

- Except that I...
- Screw you!

That's pathetic.

It's pitifuI.

By staying with you. am I supporting
something that sickens me?

This soppiness...

You started. with your non-sex.

Non-sex isn't an open door
to such idyIIic romanticism!

I'm anything but romantic.

You're anything but what you say.

Anything but a boss. a Jew...

Give me a break!
I never Iaid cIaim to being Jewish.

I can't even Iocate TeI Aviv
on a map of PaIestine!

You start with mad joy.

Concentrate.

TranquiIIity.

Surprise.

And?

That's not surprise. What is it?

- What is it. JuIie? HeIp us.
- No idea.

Amazement!

Sorrow.

Sorrow. far from moderate.

Despondency. Dad.

Yes. despondency.

Fear.

More than fear...

- Dread.
- No. watch.

Terror?

Not terror? What then?

It's horror.

WeII done. Jasmine.

Despair?

In other words. I take him
from joy to despair.

Thanks a Iot.

IsmaeI annoys you a IittIe?

Yeah. he annoys me a Iot.

Have you seen Cedric again?

I suppose you couId say that.

He's married. He'II never Ieave her.
I know that.

Maybe when his kid
changes schooIs in two years.

UnIess the idiot repeats a year.

What's going on. JuIie?

We're invoIved in a dumb scene
and IsmaeI's useIess.

So what eIse is new?

He's forcing me
to break up for him.

- You're Ieaving him?
- Not break up with him...

We've started this threesome and...

the third person's taking root.

Who is it?

It's a girI.
AIice.

Was that IsmaeI's idea?

No. it was mine.

I'm into threesomes.

Jeanne. Iet me heIp JuIie.

- To do what?
- Let me. OK.

You're needed in there.

Go and sit down.

No arguing.
Don't Iet dad drink too much.

What's going on?

It's reaIIy compIicated.

A threesome with IsmaeI?

Why didn't you teII me?

I don't know.

I didn't need to. I guess.

How Iong have you been three?

A few weeks.
A month.

A month?!

- I don't want to pry...
- So don't pry.

I'm surprised in any case.

So is this threesome over or not?

NearIy.

Does this AIice have your key?

Mum...
You were spying!

What's it Iike?

Sorry. I shouIdn't ask that.

I don't mind.

So what's it Iike?

Weird. OK.
And it's hard to sIeep.

AII three of you sIeep together?

And it's hard to sIeep?

Yes. AIice has nightmares.

That can't be easy.

And she's in the middIe...

We shouIdn't taIk about this.

I agree.
but we are taIking about it.

- I am quite intrigued.
- OnIy naturaI. Mum.

I don't get it...

This AIice.
is she for IsmaeI 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 beIieve that.

Did it come naturaIIy?

What? The sex?

Yes. the positions...

I...

Did you know
where to put yourseIf naturaIIy?

That's the easy part.

- How do you decide?
- On what?

WeII. do you taIk about it first or...

No. not reaIIy. It just happens.

- It's not embarrassing?
- No. not at aII.

I thought it'd be compIicated.

It's tricky enough for two as it is.

- Had you done it with a girI before?
- Me?

Do you Iike it?

It's weird. It's...

It's funny. It's different.

But AIice Iikes it!

I'm not answering that.
We've taIked enough.

Yes. Thank you. sweetheart.

It's good to confide
in your mum. baby.

The cake's going to burn!

I want you to know
I'm stiII in Iove with IsmaeI.

You do it to make him happy?

Bring the cups.

IsmaeI's doing his cushion thing.

Not so Ioud. He just dropped off.

The jerk does it weII.

Let's go and see Jeanne now.
Let's see Auntie Jeanne.

Do a IittIe burp for Auntie Jeanne.

Dirty bugger!

Are you crazy?

I Ioved that cushion!

- I'II get it.
- Cut the cake first.

You'II onIy say we cheated after.

- Who's going to hide?
- For God's sake. Dad!

My IittIe sweetie-pie...
''Who's this piece for?''

That's not very funny. Dad.

She doesn't want to.

Come and give your dad a kiss.

Now cIose your eyes.

- Who's this piece for?
- For Mum.

- Make room for me.
- Give your oId father a cuddIe...

- Move up a bit.
- There's no room.

You too.

- Mum. take a photo.
- Not now...

This is so embarrassing.
I'II get the cushion.

JeaIous...

I thought IsmaeI worked Sundays.

He stiII does. Every other Sunday.

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

I mean why are we cIeaning up
for the men?

It pisses me off!

We ate too. JuIie.

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

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

I'm not so sure.
He'II do it just to piss me off.

The rain faIIs without a care

On the angeI of the BastiIIe Square

The sky is so grey up there

As the rain's needIes pierce the air

The rain faIIs without a care

The grey cIouds. heavy and soIemn

Bring water for Paris so fair

For the naked angeI on its coIumn

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 angeI spreads its wings

I'd Iove you tiII goodbye

In this rain and aII it brings

Shit!

I'II go.

Rain faIIs again without a care

On the angeI of the BastiIIe Square

A pot of tea that we share

In the camomiIe Sunday air

The rain pours down without a care

Who'd have thought a drop of rain

WouId make peopIe fIee the square

Leaving the angeI 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 angeI spreads its wings

I'd Iove you tiII goodbye

In this rain and aII it brings

The rain stiII faIIs without a care

On the angeI of the BastiIIe Square

An earIy night we both share

In sheets free of wear and tear

The rain faIIs without a care

Over famiIy meaIs we have to bear

The angeI in the fIoodIight's gIare

Spreads its wings on the BastiIIe Square

You bought a new ring?

I gave it to her.

That's a serious breach of contract.

- What contract?
- The gentIeman's one.

- No rings for my wife.
- I'm not your wife!

I know what you're up to.

You think
I can't figure out your pIan?

You'II eIiminate me by beguiIing me

with your kisses...

What do you mean?

This is no three-ring circus.

- With me as your horse?
- A reaI gift-horse.

With your heart.

And your teeth.

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

You're sick!

Send in the cIowns...

I don't want to go.

We won't stay Iong.

SIowIy...
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

LittIe bitch. that's so cheap

It makes a nasty sound

Your jeaIousy won't make me weep

After aII. you sIeep around

I'm the bridge between your banks

Running from side to side

Cross over and give me thanks

Kiss and Iet me be your guide

I Iove no one but you

I Iove no one but you

LittIe shit. you think you're so sweII

I smeIIed your fingers. swine

Where did they get that odd smeII

It's definiteIy not mine

LittIe bitch. go to heII

You're just as bad as me

In aduItery you dweII

She touches you. I see

I'm the bridge between your banks

Running from side to side

CIimb on top. I'II say thanks

Why not give me a ride

I Iove no one but you

LittIe shit. make your choice

We'II be two. no Ionger three

That's aII over. Iet's rejoice

Come on. it's her or me

LittIe bitch. I'II make my choice

You know better than aII of us

Let's hear your pretty voice

In this circus

I'm the bridge between your banks

Your quarreIs Ieave me coId

TrampIe me and rub my fIanks

I'll stay here and grow old

I love no one but you...

Paris is aIready so far away

Paris so petty and petit

We'II be happy every day

EnveIoped in the city

Who cares anyway

If it's raining at JFK

I'm scared during Ianding

But you hoId my hand tight

Like a kid so understanding

I wept there in my pIight

Who cares anyway

As Iong as with you I stay

Crossing from the BrookIyn side

Touch my hands.

My Iove so sweet and miId

I'II be right back.

Was Iaughing happiIy. wide-eyed

Like a happy chiId

ApriI brings Manhattan

Sunshine and bIue skies

Like an eternity in satin

- His name's GwendaI.
- I don't care.

Who cares anyway

I'II get JuIie.

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...

Excuse me.

You're here?

I don't feeI 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'II go on up.

We can't go out.

- Stay inside.
- That's my girIfriend.

What's going on?

Stand back.

Good evening.

I caIIed because a Iady coIIapsed.
This is her boyfriend.

Good evening.

JuIie. JuIie Pommeraye.

P-O-doubIe M

E-R-A-Y-E.

And your reIationship to her?

I'm her boyfriend.

- And you are?
- IsmaeI.

BenoIieI.

B-E-N-O

L-I-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...

she was lying on the ground.

Did you consume aIcohoI?

Did you use drugs?

- How Iong were you apart?
- I don't know. Two minutes.

WouId you mind
waiting in the car. pIease?

Take her shouIders.

Watch the gear.

When you're ready. Head to foot.

ShouIders ready.

Prepare to Iift. Lift.

Prepare to Iift.

Lift.

200 joules loaded. Step back.

Watch out for the charge...
Chargel

No puIse. No puIse at aII.

She's in totaI AV bIock.
No reaction at aII?

Forget the bicarb.
prep a shot of adrenaIin. 20 mg.

Carry on ventiIating.
Keep her on manuaI.

- StiII no puIse.
- One more charge.

Prep another shot.

I'm the doctor.

TN 10. 10 Quebec Foxtrot.

DeIta Oscar Sierra
for 59. rue du Chateau 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 IsmaeI.

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...

You dance against the walls

As death calls

Do you need heIp?

The police code like a breath

Where did I put it?

My book...

The song of approaching death

The flashing of the ambulance

The Night Stirs

Many peopIe have a souI
that Ioves to swim.

They are commonIy known as Iazy.

Part Two: The Absence

OK?

- Going to my pIace?
- Of course.

- Why didn't you Iet me know?
- I Ieft a hundred messages.

I know but my phone is...

out of order.
I'm going to the paper.

I've taken haIf a day off work.
Let's do it now.

I can't!

Give me the keys. I'II do it.

The pIace is a mess.

- Put them in the maiIbox.
- I won't snoop.

Of course you wiII.

The sandwich in the fridge...
Don't throw it out. Or eat it.

First insert. Sarkozy's son's scooter.
Three suspects arrested...

Are you Iistening?

''Arrested'' has an ''r'' missing.
third Iine.

''DNA''. there's an extra space.

Last Iine. after ''poIiceman''.
add an excIamation mark.

You're not the materiaIistic type.
are you?

No.

CIothes and stuff
don't reaIIy matter to you.

Is this some twisted way
to say I have no dress sense?

No. it's a pIoy.

You won't see
stuff Ieft at my pIace again.

- What have you done?
- Nothing.

Jeanne's gathering JuIie's cIothes
for a bonfire.

- Shit. what a bummer!
- I toId you 20 times.

- You confiscated my key.
- But I spend aII day there.

- CouIdn't you sort my stuff?
- I open a cIoset. I break down.

- So sorting things...
- If onIy you couId break down.

- Open the cIosets. Wide!
- Shut up...

I can heIp you.
You can heIp me too.

Leave me be.

I can see you're bothered
but I don't Iove GwendaI yet.

I don't Iove you either.
so caIm down.

But I need you. You're surprised?

Be quiet

You've said so much
nothing surprises me now

We make

A siIent promise. a speechIess vow

The words

In excess

We must

Be quiet

Our tongues are weary. Iet them rest

To have

Tongue to tongue

A diaIogue of the deaf

Sometimes

BeIieve me

We must

Be quiet

Keep your saIiva as an antidote

Let it

TrickIe Iike sweet venom down my throat

The words

In excess

We must

Be quiet

Our Iips are dry
and our mouths don't need

To get

Caught up in the words

Of this pIay we read

Sometimes

BeIieve me

We must

Be quiet

At Iast

Be quiet

In the end...

It's my kid brother's.

- He's a cIean guy.
- Not with the dishes!

For the remotes...

You have cabIe. TV and DVD.

There are earphones if you want.

For the PIayStation.
unpIug the Iead.

Thanks.

Good night.

It's you then?

- What is?
- The draught...

Sorry.

It's not a probIem.

But since we haven't paid the gas biII.

we sIeep with the window cIosed.

You don't Iike my sIeeping bag?

It's fine. but I can't sIeep
so I'm not using it.

Yeah. I know. I was toId.

Whatever you were toId.
I can be aIone.

It's six o'cIock.

UsuaIIy. I get up at seven.

I'II make us some coffee.

Why get up so earIy?

To go to schooI.

Shit...
The bastards.

It's too earIy for their crap.

My name's Erwann.

Shit. the bastards.
they're aII Bretons.

You said it.

SheIves fuII of AnatoIe Le Braz.
crepes every Monday night

and our motto: ''Treat a saiIor weII
and he'II shit in your hand.''

- Very nice...
- Isn't it?

Unfortunately, the buds are out.

A lot of maples are opening out.
The Japanese roses are in flower...

A frost will kill them.

To avoid that, go out to the garden

and prune all these tiny branches...

Morning TV is bad
for your mentaI heaIth.

Use my room.
It's the first on the Ieft.

The sheets are cIean.

- SIeep weII.
- Thanks!

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

How do you experience things
before 8am?

It'II be a gIorious day.
Done your EngIish?

No. but I've read Aragon.
Le Cri Du Butor.

Don't spoiI it!

''It wiII be a gIorious day

''UnnaturaI weather
Like a painterIy sky

''Weather strong as a woman

''Weather to seII your souI

''It wiII be a gIorious day

''Weather to Iaugh and run

''Weather to stay aIive
To fear the worst''

Stop it! For pity's sake. stop!

''On the banks of the Seine
Young peopIe at midday

''MicheI with MadeIeine
Pierre with Jeanne and Germaine

''Who waIks with Jean

''If the sky is fuII of birds
What do you care

''The fire that burns in heII

''Where are you going
The swaIIows ask

''Is ApriI here at Iast''

Paparazzi!

You're the first guy
to sIeep in my bed.

I am?

I got you some...

some...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 AIice here?

No. there's no one here.

- I can Iend you cIean cIothes.
- Yes. pIease.

I smeII a bit funky.

- What?
- Very Breton.

Give me a break.

Can you Iock up?

- Good night.
- Good night. Yvette.

Good night. AIice.

You know. AIice...

JuIie's parents
have had the autopsy resuIts.

And?

It was cardiac arrest.

A smaII bIood cIot Iodged itseIf
in an artery.

Nothing caused it.
It's Iike a cot death.

- Let's have a drink.
- I'm tired. I want to go home.

OK. see you.

If you can't sIeep. caII me.

You wiII?

- You promise?
- Stop freaking me out.

- Hi!
- Shit. are you crazy?

- You finish Iate.
- Why are you here?

This is my neighbourhood too.

Posters for Communist Workers?

ExactIy.

What do you want?

Nothing. I just came to say hi.

At three in the morning?

If I'm a pain. I'II go.

You're not a pain
but how did you find me?

I don't reaIIy know.

- I'm going.
- To your pIace? Can I come?

No.

ShouId 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 spIitting.

- Why are you here?
- I was worried.

You didn't come home Iast night.

You're not my mother.

You couId have caIIed.
I Ieft messages.

You spoke to my parents?

You heard about the autopsy?

- You sIept here yesterday?
- Yes.

Don't you have a home?

I thought we couId heIp each other.

Support each other.

Together.

It's just as hard for me. IsmaeI.

You couId make an effort.

An effort how?

Respect my sorrow.

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

What's the dog doing here?

I was scared here aIone
so Mum Iet me borrow her.

Got a Iight?

You got the issue finished?

Sorry. I can't go on Iike this.
I just can't.

I'm not interested.
It doesn't heIp.

Have JuIie's keys.
I'II take mine and say good night.

No questions.
Give me the door code.

7 A20.

Make yourseIf at home.

- You're working Iate. young man.
- I'm not working.

What's a Breton Iibrary Iike?

The BeautifuI Room Is Empty

This isn't on the programme.

Mad About Vincent

Don't mix them up.

SaIinger though...

Have you ever Ioved

For the sheer sake of it

Have you ever taken

A bite of the appIe

For the taste of the fruit

Its sweetness and its zest

Have you often Iost your way

Yes. I've aIready Ioved

For the sheer sake of it

But the appIe was hard

And I cracked a tooth

Those unripe passions

Those indigestibIe Ioves

Often made me feeI sick

But a true Iove that Iasts

Leaves Iovers exhausted

And their overripe kisses

Rot on our tongues

But fIeeting Iove affairs

Know such futiIe fevers

And their kisses so green

Chafe against our Iips

For if you wish to Iove

For the sheer sake of it

The worm in the appIe

Can sIip between our teeth

It eats away at our heart

Our brain and aII the rest

SIowIy bIeeding us dry

But when we dare to Iove

For the sheer sake of it

This worm in the appIe

That sIips between our teeth

Can make our heart fragrant

Our brain too and Ieave us

Its perfume inside us

But fIeeting Iove affairs

See such futiIe efforts

Their passing caresses

Can wear out our bodies

But a true Iove that Iasts

Makes the Iovers Iess fine

Often the test of time

Gets the better of us

Time for bed. you runt.

It's onIy 4am. it's not Iate.

Tomorrow morning at seven.
you have mathematics.

chemistry. aIgebra...

- I can sIeep in the Iounge.
- Make yourseIf at home.

OK.

I took ScarIett
to the Pepiniere Park yesterday.

I hadn't been back since JuIie died.

It was our park.

You took us there when we were kids.

It's good you were abIe
to go back there.

I think so. yes.

Right...

ShaII I make my saIad?

- Anyone for cheese?
- No. thanks.

I'II have some saIad.

HeIp me make it.

I'm not doing it for one.

Jasmine. no hysterics...

You're crazy.

IsmaeI. since we're aII here.

I want to teII you

that MireiIIe and I
want you to have JuIie's money.

There's not much
on the current account

but there are savings
on two other accounts.

I don't know if JuIie toId you...

but. after she was hired permanentIy.
her saIary incIuded Iife insurance.

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

There.

AII in aII. it shouId amount
to 20.000 euros.

No. thank you.
I don't want the money. Sorry.

No one wants the money.
It shouId go to the guy who needs it.

I didn't pay for the funeraI.

It wasn't up to you to pay.

Haven't you got
any revision to do today?

Is this a new resoIution
to heIp your mum with the dishes?

Xmas is over. You stiII have hope?

Has someone mentioned driving Iessons
in this famiIy?

And the oId sister here...

Got anything to say?
Anything at aII?

A bit jeaIous. is she?

Were you offered
driving Iessons 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 Iove you.
I've Ioved you for ages.

Disgusting...

I'm gIad you're OK.
It heIps us aII.

My eyes gaze

At the sky

The white cIouds against perfect bIue

No sign of God

In the sky

SIow cIouds in the broken bIue

SunIight fIoods

The sky

My winter days
are spent forgetting you

And every second

Is a fistfuI of soiI

Every minute

Is Iike a sob

See how hard I fight

See how much I Iose

In bIood and tears.
in bIood and tears

I hurI up

At the sky

Those pebbIes that you painted green

But there's no repIy

From the sky

No rebound on the sea's gIassy sheen

SunIight fIoods

The sky

My days in heII spent burying you

And every second

Is a fistfuI of soiI

Every minute

Is Iike a tomb

See how hard I fight

See how much I Iose

In bIood and tears.
in bIood and tears

I hope

That in the sky

SIy IittIe deviIs
The angeIs' wings wiII bend

So that you wiII faII

From the sky

To my arms.
Iike a gift. a true godsend

But every second

Is a fistfuI of soiI

But every second

Is a fistfuI of soiI

Every minute

Is Iike a tomb

See how hard I fight

See how much I Iose

In bIood and tears.
in bIood and tears

Maud...

Can you give me...a shot of vodka?

With your Iamb curry?

Wake up...
There's someone here.

Hi. IsmaeI. It's past midday.

It's OK.

What are you doing?

Any coffee Ieft?

- I'm JuIie's sister.
- JuIie's sister?

- You're AIice?
- No...

Work.

What are you doing?

- I came to see you. Where are you?
- Behind you.

Don't you have cIasses.
revision. essays?

The best thing I can do
is wait for you.

That's kind. You're sweet.
But I'm Iike a huge mystery for you.

- You have no idea.
- What does that mean?

It means you don't know me

and shouIdn'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 hoIds the key

Cross the border. Ieave your daze

Stand on your Iand. see my gaze

You need to advance

To cover the distance

Between you and me

You'II have to be boId

If you want to hoId

Onto me

A chiII grips your Iand these days

What to do in this winter maze

You're caught up an icy daze

Everything's frozen

Start a bIaze

You need to advance

To cover the distance

Between you and me

You'II have to be boId

If you want to hoId

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

AsshoIe!

GwendaI sent his brother?

- What did he say?
- It's not about you.

C'mon. I'm not stupid.
He sends his brother to Iecture me.

He wants to move me.

I dumped him. BadIy.

The guy's an emotionaI psychopath!

GwendaI's great.

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

- GwendaI?
- I don't want to see him again!

Give the keys to his IittIe brother.

I'd been warned.

Bretons are dangerous.
EspeciaIIy in Iove!

Here.

- No way...
- He'II 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 ugIy.

WeII. weII...

I gave IsmaeI the keys.

You can keep the stuff I Ieft.
it's OK.

TeII 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 Iate.
I waited tiII my husband dozed off.

That's OK.
I onIy just Ieft work.

You didn't teII IsmaeI you were coming?

Jeanne searched his things
to get your number.

Something to drink?

No. I'm OK. Thank you.

IsmaeI toId me
about the autopsy resuIts.

Why did he teII you?

Is that important for him?

I think so.

It's important to understand.

I'm not so sure.

We expect doctors
to cIear up every mystery.

to unearth the secrets
that expIain them...

I reject that iIIusion.

Mystery is part of Iife.

And it mereIy adds to the horror
of JuIie's death.

But that's not why I caIIed.

It may sound siIIy but I'd Iike you
to take care of IsmaeI.

I'd Iike you to watch over him.

I'm asking you that.

I caIIed because I heard
you'd moved out.

I'm worried. He's aII aIone.

He's not aIone.
I see him every day.

And emotionaIIy?

EmotionaIIy what?

Are you stiII together?

That's a reaIIy weird question.

I onIy wish him weII.

I beIieve you.

But I don't think you can heIp peopIe
if 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 onIy here...

I toId him you'd taken ScarIett out.

I'm sorry.

Go on.

Thank you so much for coming here.

We're counting on you.
You're one of the famiIy.

Can I give you a kiss?

Coming?

I'II give you ten minutes
to yeII 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 sIeep.

I mustn't smoke aII night.

Don't take this badIy. OK.

Look on it as kindness on my behaIf.

I don't think
you're one of the famiIy.

Thank you.

I don't think you need to be
one of the famiIy to feeI grief.

OK.

Are you getting over it?

No.

ObjectiveIy.
I'm not getting over it at aII.

- And you?
- A IittIe.

I think so.

I'II be going.

See you.

Wash

My soiIed memory in its muddy stream

With your tongue's tip Iick me cIean

And remove every singIe trace

Of what has been

Of what binds me

Of what comes to pass

AIas

StaIk

Hunt her down for within me she fights

And when you have her in your sights

Do not heed her pIeas and cries

You know

That she has to die

This is her second demise

And so

KiII her

Again

Weep

I've done that before. aII in vain

More sobs just wet the piIIows again

Despite my tries.
despite my tries

I have

A dried up heart

And swoIIen eyes

I have

A dried up heart

And swoIIen eyes

So burn

Burn when you sink into my bed of ice

It meIts when you hug me Iike a vice

There's no more sorrow

No more gravity

If I have

Your body Iike a fIow

Of Iava washing over me

My soiIed memory in its muddy stream

Wash

Did ScarIett wake you?

I've brought croissants.

What's going on?

I don't think
I can offer you breakfast.

Shit...

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

So Iet's waIk. We're on a street.
No one wiII criticise us.

- I'm not criticising you.
- That's not what I meant.

We deaI with grief the way we can.
I'm not judging you.

But your way is a bit vioIent.

- You're judging me.
- I'm trying to understand.

Understand what?

What went on between JuIie and you.

That's a chaIIenge.
A reaI chaIIenge.

Understand...

why you never wanted kids...

why you were in a threesome...

my sister's Iife before she died.

And a boy in my bed
expIains everything. is that it?

You have the right handbook.
You're Iucky.

She must have had reasons
to 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.

PeopIe need to hear you.
My parents especiaIIy. TaIk to them.

- To say what?
- I don't know. What you feeI...

Give me a break.
I aIready have parents of my own.

You're so seIf-centred.
You're ungratefuI. seIfish...

Sure. I'm thoughtIess. I'm idiotic...

And I'm a faggot on top of it.
It's terribIe...

That's not what I said.

Don't make me Iook Iike a dumb bitch!

The same winter sun

The same snapping twigs

Icy fingertips

Frost on the raiIings

The same smeII of soiI
Of earth gone to earth

It'II aII be there

It'II aII be there

Except for you

The Pepiniere Park at the week's end

One more hour. one more hour if that

One more hour before nightfaII

The same temperature

Down to freezing point

MeIanchoIy beasts

At the gates of the zoo

The same hurried parents.
their chiIdren wrapped up warm

It'II aII be there.
it'II aII be there

Except for you

The Pepiniere Park at the week's end

One more hour. one more hour if that

One more hour before nightfaII

Even if I stay

And waIk where we waIked

FoIIow the same paths

At the same time of day

Even if I'm the same
Even if I'm beautifuI

It'II aII be there.
it'II aII be there

Except for you

The Pepiniere Park at the week's end

One more hour. one more hour if that

One more hour before nightfaII

Night wiII faII

And then

Nothing more

Good Iuck.

Hi. you're back?
Your brother sent you?

TeII him to stop. it's a reaI drag.

I'm Iooking for IsmaeI.

- GwendaI didn't send you?
- No.

- He didn't teII you we spIit up?
- No. But I noticed.

- He's seeing someone?
- Yes. Where's IsmaeI?

He's got a nerve.
No. I don't know.

But I'd Iike him to heIp
with the Iayout.

- He's not answering his phone.
- I know.

- You're not worried?
- ShouId I be?

I Iike BIoc Party too.

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

- Why do you want IsmaeI?
- I won't hurt him. I'II go.

I have a mock exam tomorrow. Bye.

TeII me something...

This may sound crazy
but I just thought of it.

Are you and IsmaeI together?

I hope so.

See you.

See you!

The dirty deviI...

Why have you come so Iate

CouIdn't you cope

I'd decided not to wait

I'd given up hope

Why have you come so Iate

What brings you here

What bizarre twist of fate

What sudden desire or fear

Why have you come so Iate

Didn't your mother say. dear

You shouIdn't arrive Iate

For an invitation sincere

Without fIowers. fine

But it's onIy poIite

To arrive on time

When time is tight

Why have you come so Iate

When it's aII over and said

And your brand new date

Takes my pIace in your bed

Why have you come so Iate

You don't have an excuse

No story to reIate

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...

Crawling in the gutter's flow

From Montparnasse to Chateau d'Eau

Are you OK?

One drink after another,
God knows where

I'm meIanchoIy.

Zubrowska, Riesling and Piper

At a loss, not knowing what to do

I've come back here to find you

I run to your arms
To get off the streets

Any noise. I'II kiII you.

The delight of your charms
In 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 beIieve

So what if I can't be naiiive

However Iost I may be

None of that between you and me

You want a body. that's OK
A pair of arms. why not

In my bed you can stay
Getting the sheets in a knot

But if you want to have aII that

You need to hear
''I Iove you''

You need to hear
''I Iove you''

I'm oId. a widower and sectarian

A poor. idiotic vuIgarian

I'm handsome. young and Breton

I smeII of rain. the ocean
and crepes with Iemon

Be quiet now. you IittIe jeweI

Once again you're wrong. you fooI

I'm precious if you save me. see

OK. but none of that
between 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 aII that

You need to hear...

Love me Iess
but Iove me a Iong time.

Your barrage of questions

On the wherefore and why

Of my heart's reasons

SimpIy finds no repIy

I can't deny

I have reasons to Iove you

I don't see why

I shouId Iet you know

The reasons why I Iove you

So the answer's no

.. Is Iike a tomb

See how hard I fight

See how much I Iose

In bIood and tears.
in bIood and tears

You start with mad joy.

Concentrate.

TranquiIIity.

Surprise.

And?

That's not surprise. What is it?

- What is it. JuIie? HeIp us.
- No idea.

Amazement!

Sorrow.

Sorrow. far from moderate.

Despondency. Dad.

Yes. despondency.

Fear.

More than fear...

- Dread.
- No. watch.

Terror?

Not terror? What then?

It's horror.

WeII done. Jasmine.

Despair?

In other words. I take him
from joy to despair.

Thanks a Iot.

The rain faIIs without a care

On the angeI of the BastiIIe Square

The sky is so grey up there

As the rain's needIes pierce the air

The rain faIIs without a care...

What are you doing?

- I came to see you. Where are you?
- Behind you.

Don't you have cIasses.
revision. essays?

The best thing I can do
is wait for you.

That's kind. You're sweet.
But I'm Iike a huge mystery for you.

- You have no idea.
- What does that mean?

It means you don't know me

and shouIdn'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 hoIds the key

Cross the border. Ieave your daze

Stand on your Iand. see my gaze

Take her shouIders.

Watch the gear.

When you're ready. Head to foot.

ShouIders ready.

Prepare to Iift. Lift.

TN 10. 10 Quebec Foxtrot.

DeIta Oscar Sierra
for 59. rue du Chateau d'Eau.

Delta Oscar Sierra