When the Cat's Away (1996) - full transcript

Come on, it's only for a week.
Don't be so difficult.

I always water your plants.
Now you can feed my cat.

Yeah, I guess so. Thank you.
Yeah, bye.

Wait, Jean-Yves.
Take it easy.

Fuck off! Bye!

I can't stand that noise.

-Can't you look after Gris-Gris?
-I said no.

I just split with Jean-Yves.
I've something else on my mind.

-I need some time.
-You've broken up?!

He was becoming attached to me.

-Haven't you been shopping?
-Can't you do anything yourself?



-I'm not your servant.
-What's the matter with you?

It's really no fun
to live with you.

-I'm not your husband.
-I know.

I like to have you around
but it must be cool.

-Can't you look after Gris-Gris?
-No. Just throw him out of a car.

-You don't mean that?
-Why not?

Put him in a plastic bag,
tie it shut and off you go.

Renew passport

Get tickets
Pay bills

Find someone for Gris-Gris' care

-Go for a walk, Gris-Gris?
-Can you feed Gris-Gris for a week?

-It's not my work to feed cats.
-We can never count on you.

Well. It's all I can say.

-Just stay in your fucking cage!
-Watch your mouth!



Fucking concierge!

Areski, do you know
who can look after my cat?

-Try the baker.
-Which one?

At the crossroad.

Straight ahead, first left, second right.
You can't miss it.

At Taillandiers they know someone.

No. 14. To the left.
Ask for Mme Ren?e.

Hello!

-Are you Mme Ren?e?
-What do you want from her?

-I've a cat and I need a babysitter.
-I'm Mme Ren?e. Come in!

Don't look at the mess.

I have six cats.
One more or less...

FUCK THAT OLD BITCH!

-Who sent you?
-Areski from Pause Caf?.

-Are you often in the caf??
-Occasionally.

A coffee for 10 francs.
That's insane!

Other caf?s take 4 francs. And it's
just as tasty. But you know that.

-What's your cat's name?
-Gris-Gris.

Funny name for a black cat.
Why not Noir-Noir?

He's big, way too fat.

Seen mine? Aren't they pretty slim?
They get food only once a day.

Only at 6pm. That's more
than enough till the next day.

-Are you sure?
-My vet said that.

So, no worries about my cat?

Not at all. I'm used to cats.
Don't worry.

In the summer I had twelve.
Everybody brings them to me.

I tell you... People disappoint you,
but not animals. Never.

Goodbye. And happy holidays.

Rambo, you can't go out now!
It's bedtime!

He has no time. He's busy.

-I thought it would be more cool.
-No, this is exactly the point.

No, he's busy.

-Who does the make-up?
-Chlo?.

Can't she accentuate the eyelashes?
Linda's are so beautiful.

Emphasis on the eyelashes!

-Can she move aside?
-Move it!

That's enough.

Hey, Fredo...

-Isn't the background...
-Too light?

Not for that dress. I use C41,
that gives some more contrast.

-But not too much?
-I can't, because I've to...

I have that woman...

-Can you look at the other one?
-Yes.

Who's that girl?

Flo, I need to go
to the laundromat.

Have a safe journey.

Is it going good?

Slowly but surely...

They love company. But they
have to get used to each other.

-Who?
-The cats.

-Hello. How is it?
-How are you?

-What are you doing here?
-Nothing.

If you know a job for me,
let me know.

-Leaving tonight?
-Yes, this night.

I haven't been away for three years.
I just need a change.

Some people are lucky.

-Hi!
-Hello.

-How is it?
-Not good. Your cat is gone.

What?

-It's been three days ago.
-How so?

It went well the first week.

But a few days ago
the kitchen window was open.

After that I don't know.
I've looked everywhere.

Nobody knows anything
and nobody has seen him.

I don't sleep anymore.

This has never happened to me.

-Do you believe me?
-Of course.

Fortunately.

-Where did it happen?
-I'll show you. Follow me.

Come on...

Come and see...

Don't be shy...
I'm cleaning all the time.

I never get around.

He must have run over the roof.
That way.

He can only have come down at
Mme Dubois, rue Keller 21.

Or over there. At the wood factory.
You can ask them.

They know me already.
I've been there a few times.

I don't dare anymore.
I'm too embarrassed.

No one has seen him.
Not in the yard or anywhere else.

-You hear him also?
-Yeah, he makes so much noise.

Stop playing drums, we're getting crazy.
Stop it!

Shut up, you old bitch!

You shut your mouth
and close your window!

We're fed up!

Sometimes cats come down
from the roof that way.

They have to pass my window.
I would have seen him.

Djamel, have you seen a black cat
with a white spot on the back?

-Isn't that right?
-Yes, that's right.

I don't know.
It's not my fault.

-OK, OK, we just ask, you know.
-I haven't seen him.

If you see him,
you tell her, OK Djamel?

-OK... So, if I see a cat, I tell you.
-Thank you.

Fine!

Not the brightest bulb in the box.

They're from warm countries,
but their brains are frozen.

-I gotta go...
-But watch out...

They are not the worst.
Those blacks, Africans...

-Have you been in the
wood factory? -No.

You need to hurry then.
If they catch them, they eat them.

Hello!

Excuse me. I'd like to...

I live next door at No 15
and my cat ran away.

Maybe he's here. Maybe he came
from the roof or through a door?

-If you see him...
-How does he look?

He is all black. With a small
white spot on his back.

-What's his name?
-Gris-Gris.

Gris-Gris?

-We'll tell you if we see him.
-Thank you.

Goodbye!

You're alright?

Is it that bad?

Well. Of course.
For me it's serious. Very serious.

No, I mean...
You'll find him again.

He'll come back.
They say cats have instincts.

What did that old woman say?

This is Djamel.
He can help you with the flyers.

-I don't need it, that's OK.
-I can help her too.

Bel Canto can also help her.
The more the better.

We call him Bel Canto
because he sings so beautiful.

Right now he sings less.

He doesn't feel like doing anything.

His wife left him two years ago.

He has only his dog now.

-How sad he looks.
-Who? -The dog.

He is a painter. He can
certainly help you.

Want me to introduce you?

No, thanks. I know him,
he's my neighbour.

-You know he's thrown out?
-Really?

Hello, Ren?e.

Hi!

I think we better split.

I'm going that way.
We'll meet at Pause Caf?.

Well, alright.

-I'll go with you.
-OK.

Maybe you'd better do
that side of the street.

-And I continue on this side.
-No, it's OK. I can stay with you.

-But we can do it quickly.
-That's OK. I don't mind.

-No! If we split up, it goes faster.
-It is nicer with company.

This is weird, huh?

Well I...

It's not my cat.

It's for a friend.

It's her number here.

It's my cat. If you see him,
please call me.

Well, you know, cats and I...

Oh hello!
Have you put up many?

Where're you going now?
Shall we go to Pause Caf??

OK?

-You go too far, Michel!
-Actualy, I had a lot more than you.

-You're kidding!
-Yes, I swear.

Have you called
the rescue centre?

Wait a minute!

You should really call them. I'll call
my friend Odile, in Rue Keller.

She takes care of many animals,
especially cats.

Maybe she saw him and can
help us. But call the centre also.

Hi, rescue centre?

Do you know the young woman
who lost her cat?

She's small, dark-haired.

-A little pale.
-I don't know her.

Wearing tight jeans
and a sweater.

-I really don't know her.
-Yes. You do know her.

-She's lived here for a long time.
-But I haven't.

Here's Mrs 'Chatterbox'.
Let's go away!

Well, you're very nice!

-I hear you lost your cat.
-How do you know?

Mme Floch told it. How awful.
What a nasty homecoming.

-Hello?
-Mme Odile.

Yeah, she told me.

Mme Ren?e described him to me
and told Mme M?nard also.

Mme M?nard here. Mme Ren?e
told me that she lost your cat.

I live on Place Voltaire. That's too far.
Better to call Mme Verligodin.

I know someone whose
cat was gone for two months

and turned up again.
So don't lose hope!

Do you know that I'm leader of
the association "My Friend The Cat"?

Yes, really. The leader
of the association "My Friend The Cat".

I don't know what's happening,
but everyone gets rid of their cat.

And his tail?

Good. Right, yes...

And now I've a few questions
which are very important.

How old is he?

-Did he have a collar?
-Yes, a red one.

"Oh, my little red cat..."

"...disappeared one day."

What does he eat usually?

Yes. Yes.
Do you cook the vegetables?

Well... Have Mme Dubois and Mme Ren?e
put Whiskas in their window.

-Does that help?
-"My cat's looking..."

I don't hear you anymore.
Do you have music on?

"I lost my cat..."

Well,
how did you get your Gris-Gris?

I was in the countryside
with friends and he...

He fell from a roof.

That's really serious.
A fall from a roof...

It's... quite traumatic.

Are you the one who
lost her cat?

Henriette Clavo.
We talked on the phone.

Yeah right.
But how do you know me?

-I just met Odile. She said it.
-Does she know me?

Yes, she knows you well.

Mme Verligodin lives here.
Mme Odile there.

And here... And here's Ren?e.
We must focus on this area.

It's a needle in a haystack.
But he's here! He's not far...

Right here. I'm sure.
He can't be anywhere else.

It's only five days.
There's still hope.

Just keep looking,
especially at night.

I know someone who knows
this area. He can go with you.

-Is it you again?
-Yes.

Well then.

Shall we go?

Do you know
all the old ladies here?

-Rather the younger ones.
-So how you know Mme Henriette?

Mme Henriette helped me
after my accident.

-Have you had an accident?
-I fell from a roof as a child.

-From a roof?
-I'm fine now.

I do Bois de Boulogne-Bastille
in less than an hour.

-How that?
-By bicycle.

I could borrow a bicycle.
I'm a fast cyclist.

Head down and straight ahead.
I don't even stop for red light.

I could be a cyclist.

-I could also take beautiful photos.
-Do you do it?

No. I don't have a camera.
Otherwise I'd take beautiful photos.

I can see things that
nobody else sees.

I'd take really cool pictures.
But I have no camera.

But... what do you...
your work?

I'm doing makeup.
I make them all up.

Mannequins. For fashion pictures.

With or without red hairpin?

-I'd say with.
-Let's see with.

-Should I?
-Of course, she should!

And now without!

The blue one doesn't work.

The red one again!

Now the blue one.

Where is the blue one?

Get one please.

Everything should be here.

I have no time. Give it to me.

Try to be on it please!
OK?

-How about this?
-Beautiful.

It's nice, but maybe we could also
use that black leather bracelet belt.

-Oh no, that would be too much...
-You're right.

Hello. Yes?

Mme Verligodin speaking, hello?

I'm calling you...

about Gris-Gris!

Have you any news?

No. Not yet.

I just wanted to keep you informed.

Thank you.

The weather is nice today,
isn't it?

Such a beautiful weather...

Goodbye.

Well... goodbye.

-Any news?
-No. One baguette...

If I were you, I'd pin up
notes everywhere.

-I've already done it.
-Also at the butcher?

-At the florist too?
-Yes, done!

With a photo added?
I'd do it with a photo!

-A color photo...
-Give me one.

-What's going on?
-This lady was lost.

-What happened?
-She went to Place de la R?publique.

Come with us, madam.

It's Mme Sureau. Since her husband
died, she's a bit confused.

She goes for a walk
and can't find home again.

-Do you know her?
-She lives here.

Goodbye.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

-Were you lost?
-No, don't I live here?

This way, Mme Sureau.

-Excuse me, is Flo here?
-No, I haven't seen her.

-Many live in the suburbs.
-That's not the point!

That bastard of a landlord
came with new tenants...

-What an asshole.
-He wants to throw me out.

Djamel!

Who is that?
Is she your girlfriend?

Djamel's getting married.

So buy a round!

Bel Canto et Carlos,
your witnesses!

And I'm the bridesmaid!

-Hi!
-Let's shake hands.

Hands out of your pockets!
You're with a lady.

-I don't mind!
-Anyway. Hands on the bar.

It's OK.

-Both hands!
-It doesn't matter.

Look down.

-Look down!
-Stop it.

Hold your head up.

-Why are you with her?
-I'm looking for her cat.

Looking for her cat!
*** means also pussy in French ***

She has lost her cat.

-What color?
-Black. Do you mind?

A black cat. That means bad luck.
It doesn't matter to me, but...

-No!
-Djamel, is it true or not?

-No.
-No.

Djamel, do black cats
bring bad luck or not?

No!

-Well, you like a drink?
-A coke.

Djamel, the girl's not for you.

None of your business!
Why not, who says that?

-Give her a kiss.
-Come on, let's go.

I like cats!
It was just kidding!

Well, thank you.
See you!

No, no, Djamel. Sorry...

Sorry, but no...
Don't be angry.

-You won't be mad at me?
-No.

-See you tomorrow?
-Yes, of course.

Hi Lulu!

Wake up! Open your eyes!
I have a girl with me.

Have you seen a cat, Lulu?

He's a little...

-What's wrong with you?
-Let him be! Let's go.

I know him. He's a little...

Djamel, Djamel...
Stop it, Djamel!

I'm looking for my friend's cat.

What cat? There is no cat.

But yes. A small black cat.

Stop, Djamel.
Let him sleep. He's drunk.

It's OK, Djamel.

-Be serious!
-A small black cat.

Just go, Djamel.

Bye... Bye Djamel.

You know, Chlo?...

I play games...

And I won a trip. A weekend
by the sea. For two people.

So...

If you want, you can join me.

I have to work, I can't leave.
And I've to stay in Paris for my cat.

But if I find your cat,
will you come along?

Don't know, we'll see...

We'll find him.

-A cat can be easily found.
-We'll see.

It's not far.
It's just a weekend.

-Ah, there you are!
-I got everything.

Yes... Great!

This is Chlo?.

Is she your girlfriend?

No, we're looking for her cat.

Ah I see. It's up to you.
But she's nice.

And you... are you better?

I just got out of the hospital.

What?

Everything's fixed.
First me and now the house.

-Put it there.
-The house will be renovated.

-The house will be renovated.
-It doesn't help me.

They kicked me out.
Not that it matters...

Typical these days anyway.

I've got someone for my shopping.

Glad to get rid of it, I'm a scatterbrain
and the youngster's very nice.

-Whom are you talking to?
-To my husband.

-Where is he?
-Here.

That's better than a tomb.
This way we both enjoy the flowers.

-Is it long ago?
-Three years.

No need to break up
after 32 years?

Are you surprised?

She wouldn'd like it.
And you, you'd be used to it?

Shall we go?

That's right.

Thank you so much.

-Goodbye.
-Bye, see you soon.

Can you please close the door?

Well, is Gisele's husband
really in the... Is that right?

I've never really looked into it.
But, well, she says so.

Do you plan
to spend the night here?

I really need to go home,
hurry up please.

OK. Don't worry.

I can't stand her.
I'm pissed of with this fucking job.

Be happy you're an assistant.
Watch it! For me it's even worse.

-You let her humiliate you.
-No. She also has problems.

-Her boyfriend is cheating on her.
-I couldn't care less.

-You don't care, look at your clothes.
-Look at my clothes... What the fuck?

Purple and khaki
don't match at all.

It's dreadful.
And that childish watch...

Wait a minute. I mean...
Taste is individual, right?

-Yes. I admit that.
-Indeed... -What?

No, nothing...

What?

She's right.
You might try a little harder.

What do you mean?

It's for you.
You should make an effort.

We'll go out tonight.

-Making an effort will help you.
-I'm fine, thanks!

Is that your flirting outfit?

Turn around!

It's a bit gloomy...
Very gloomy.

-Really?
-It could be a bit more...

More seductress...
Do you understand?

Otherwise,
you can wear it more... more...

-What?
-Not bad!

What do you mean?

-Glitter style. A bit baggy...
-What do you say?

-Baggy style. Glitter style too.
-What's that?

It glitters. It shines.

And buttocks?

Don't you have anything less...
less uptight?

-What?
-Yes, less uptight.

OK. Ready?

Oh dear!

Show it to your husband...

and if he doesn't like it,
just bring it back.

-And this one?
-Well...

Not really great.

Yes, that's it...
Very fine!

-You're... so... gorgeous...
-Stop it!

I really like it,
but you need it more...

-It's good.
-More juicy.

-Stop it!
-Take the straps down.

-No!
-Why not? You're such a prude!

-This one's good enough.
-You can always improve.

-I like this one!
-No.

-Why not?
-I don't like it.

Hard to wear it?

Will you do this all night?

Just take the other one.

This one I like best.
More...

Kitty, kitty, kitty...

Gris-Gris!

-Hi Blanche!
-Hi Victoire.

Hi!

-Excuse me, is Flo there?
-Who?

Flo. No, haven't seen her.

Want something to drink?

A beer.

Excuse me...
We know each other?

What do you want?

I'm sure we met before...
You, wait!

Two days ago I dreamed of you.
I often have prophetic dreams.

Prophetic. First, I dream of people...
and then I run into them.

-When I saw you, I knew it.
-What are you doing?

What?

The 'prophetic dreams' trick again?

Hey, it's not my fault
if I have prophetic dreams.

We sat together in that dream.
And I recognize the hair.

And in the end we kissed.

In the end we kissed.
What's your name?

-Have you already forgotten?
-You didn't tell me in my dream.

-I'll show you!
-Hey, stop it!

Don't touch her!

Get off my back.
Mind your own business!

Stop it! Leave her alone!

I don't deal with your bar,
leave me alone!

What's going on?

-Calm down!
-You're the angry one!

-I'm talking with my friends.
-Go and have another drink.

It's not even allowed
to talk to a girl in here...

You're alright?

What a jerk!

Satisfied?
Do you believe you're so pretty?

-What's wrong?
-You tried to chat up my guy.

Yes, my boyfriend!
Didn't you even know?

Dirty slut! Don't you have something
better to do? Find one yourself!

Do you have a problem? You're single,
so you come and fuck with me?

You know I didn't do anything.
It was him. You do know that.

It's not my fault.

-What is it?
-Nothing, just leave me alone.

It's not a big deal...

If you'd know...

-He just drank too much.
-That's not it.

I don't care if he drinks.
He can drink...

-Always the same thing. I'm fed up.
-No, come on.

-Thanks once again.
-No problem.

I got a nice surprise
for you in the car.

-What a fat prey!
-Throw her in the back!

Calm down! Let her go!

OK, OK...

We're going to close soon.
Blanche can drive you, OK?

Incredible! You only wear a skirt...
I'll never do it again.

Come on. You look so pretty.

Why should I?
They're assholes altogether.

Of course. All guys are assholes.
You're right.

Here it is.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Goodbye.

-What are you doing?
-Relax. Take it easy.

I'm sure you'll like it.
Just give it a try.

No, rather not.

Look. Put your hand on my breast.
Don't you like it?

-Have you never imagined to touch
a breast. Isn't it a nice feeling? -No!

Now I understand...

Sleep well!

Sorry. Goodbye.

It's a pity!

What's wrong?

Can I sleep with you?

Just one night.

OK, if you want to.

Why am I'm all alone, Michel?

I don't know.

You're afraid of men.

It's not by accident
you live with a fag.

Why do you mess around with gays?

I don't know.

It's easier with them.

I don't know...

It's less ambiguous.

Don't you like a bit of...
ambiguity?

Yes indeed!

Wait... What the hell?

I'm not a leper!

Don't girls turn you on
a little bit?

No.

What is it, Michel?
Are you afraid?

Wait a bit!
I only take your hand.

If you caress my breasts...

Well, doesn't it turn you on?

A little.

A little.

Good morning.
Jacques Chirac was elected President...

with 52.69 percent of the vote.

Who are you?

Chlo?.

-Are you a friend of Michel?
-Yes.

Isn't there a toaster?
I can't find it.

Yes.

Are you travelling?

Sorry?

-Are you visiting Paris?
-No, I live here.

Really? At Michel's place?

Yes! We share the rent.

-Is that all yours?
-Yes.

-You're just passing through?
-No.

I was kicked out of my home
and Michel offered me...

to move in here.

-Is that the radio?
-No, a CD.

Want some tea?

Tea? No.
I usually drink coffee.

What's that?

A cracker.

-Want one?
-No.

Well, do you stay here?

Yes.

OK. I gotta go.

-Have you got keys?
-Yes.

Have a nice day then.

Are you coming home tonight?

Of course.

OK, see you tonight.

Where were you last night?
I was waiting.

I really couldn't.

-You can take it off.
-This one?

Why, what happened?

My mother broke up with her guy
and we talked for hours on the phone.

It was extremely long.
My ears were gone.

Why? Is it a guy from
a lonely hearts ad?

She says that at 55, it's the
only way to find someone.

She's crazy.
She still looks terrific.

-What? -Well, don't exaggerate.
-You're terrible.

I understand her. She's right. How
should she find men without an ad?

I think it's pathetic to meet
people through small ads.

Stop it!
What's wrong with classifieds?

Nothing.

I met my boyfriend like that.
I'm shameless.

-You?
-Yes, me.

I was alone. After three years
I signed a dating service contract.

Why? You didn't need it.

-You are beautiful.
-It's not only appearance!

You piss me off!

Claude!

No, nothing!

A buyer will come at 2 pm,
they should shine.

Very well!

I wanted to ask you...

-Well...
-Yes?

-I want to... You got a minute?
-What is it?

It's about Claude.
Will he stay here for long?

-Have you got any objections?
-No, not at all.

That's not the point.
He's very nice.

Do you like him?
You don't say it to please me?

No, not at all. I really like him.
He's a nice person.

It's just...

Until now we were alone.
Both without a friend.

Which I still haven't...

Perhaps you prefer to be alone
with him, live with him.

No, it doesn't matter!
You can of course stay.

We just met each other.
We'll see how it goes.

I don't mean he bothers me...

I understand.
You don't bother us either.

-But, are you bored of it?
-Of what?

We're two now...
Well, three with you.

-That I live with a guy.
-No, not at all.

I'm happy for you.
It's nice to see you so...

Let me know if there's a problem.
We must keep it cool.

-No ambiguities.
-Sure, no ambiguities.

I really like this one.

Everything's fine.

I've got news for you.

I think I found him.

-Well...
-Is he black?

Then I have bad news.

You must be strong. Come.

Be careful.
It's difficult here.

Did you find here easily?

I hope we're wrong.

Misery happens to both
animals and humans.

It's not him!

-This is not Gris-Gris.
-I don't think so either.

He has white on his paws.
His tail is different.

Gris-Gris is bigger.

-What a relief!
-Same here.

You scared me!

Me too.

I thought it was him.

There's still hope,
like Georgette says.

I wasn't happy.

We've not solved it yet.
We have to keep looking for him.

There was a fabric store here before.
They had everything.

They take down and
change everything.

We don't know
where we are anymore.

Just after the changes
we forget how it was.

Yes, it's true.

-That's how it is. It's my impression.
-Yes, I agree.

Before there were many small shops.
We could easily do the shopping.

Now you have to go
to big stores...

supermarkets, shopping malls...

They remove all the small shops.

I don't even remember
what was here.

Do you know this shop?

It was a music store
two years ago.

They had guitars and accordions.
Much nicer than all this stuff.

That's what I think.
Maybe I'm wrong.

-Look at that!
-Yes, it's terrible!

-That dress!
-Horrible!

-Hi! -So nice!
I just moved to the area.

It was a run-down shack
but they had redesigned it.

I meet a lot of people I know.
Yes, she works for me. She's kind.

-What's your name again?
-Chlo?.

Look at those old ladies.
Unbelievable.

-What's that?
-A bra made of steel.

-What's the use?
-Look at the price. 800 francs!

-800 francs?
-Can't you read yourself?

I'd rather buy mustard
for 800 francs.

How can they sell such crap?

I'm lost for words.

Anyway, it's like a village.

It won't last.
They're evicting these old ladies.

Damn! That's tough.

-Youth isn't elegant anymore.
-They lack sense of the ridiculous.

No, they have it.
But they lack sense of elegance.

-They are my friends. Should
I introduce you? - Yes...

but... another time...

Catherine and I
still have some...

Another time. Sounds like fun.

-Does your friend really sell this?
-She's not my friend.

-How dreadful.
-It's awful. -What a mess.

I want my music store back!

How awful! How terrible!

It isn't your kind of stuff.
You can't buy it.

-I can't imagine you'd wear it.
-Yes and no...

But rather no than yes...
Can't imagine you shopping there.

Gris-Gris...

Pussy...

Gris-Gris...

No, he went there.

-He should watch out.
-What's he doing?

-What's happening?
-He's on the roof.

Djamel, what are you doing?
Come down, please!

He's not moving!
I'll get him!

No, don't bother.
Come down. You'll fall!

-I'm going to catch him!
-You're crazy!

Leave him! You're going to
hurt yourself, don't bother!

-I almost got him.
-I'll do it myself, Djamel.

Again... Come down, please!

It's not Gris-Gris, not at all!
It's gray! Get down!

Shut up!

Djamel, it's me, Carlos.
Listen!

Don't panic!

Don't look down!

Hold on! The firemen are coming.
They've been called.

Don't worry,
the gutters are solid.

Fuck!

Two firemen picked him up
like a flower!

-No shit!
-I swear.

Then, the funniest part:
in the yard, he sees a fireman and

he doesn't say thank you,
but: "Where's my cat?"

What?

-I didn't see him.
-See who? -The cat.

Brigitte Bardot!

However, you moron,
you scared us! Are you crazy?

-He was stuck.
-Wait, who was stuck?

That cat.

That cat was stuck?
It's rather stuck inside there.

What is it, Djamel?
Wait. You know he's joking.

I'm kidding.

Don't cry, you're not alone.
I was only joking.

We're here, with you.

Lila, a soda and a whiskey.

He's the drummer.

Really?

Cheer up, Djamel!

-Got a light?
-Sure.

You live around here?

Yes, she lives here

and she's fed up with
the noise of your drum!

All day long... we're all fed up!

Don't laugh, I'm serious.

Like it? Really?

I've got some terrific music...

-Like what?
-I got everything.

Whatever you want.

That one's really cool.

Cool, huh?

-Your flat looks nice too.
-You're gorgeous too.

Thank you.

-Do you live here alone?
-No, with my parents.

It's too big.

-They're not there?
-There's nobody home. It's OK.

-Have you lived here
for a long time? -Yes.

-Not bad, huh?
-No.

-Did you like it?
-Yep!

Crazy, huh?

You have nice breasts.
Is this good?

Funny how we just
run into each other.

-How so?
-Quite a few times...

We met each other.

That wasn't me.

-Sure.
-I've never met you.

We met many times
in the neighbourhood.

No, I'd have noticed you.

Hello!

Yeah.

Wait...

Yeah, OK.

No, Bob's there.

We had a drink.

OK, I'll tell him. No problem.

It was fun, huh?

Now? No, OK...

OK, I'm coming. Love you. Bye.

I think you're fantastic.

-Don't worry about it!
-Just stop it.

-Where're you going?
-This way.

Me, that way.

Let's keep in touch.

Yes. We'll see.

-Is that your new friend?
-Yes, it's not all about good looks.

Mme Ren?e's sick.
You should visit her.

OK!

-With me?
-Yes. I'm coming.

I'm a bit tired... and depressed.
I've caught a cold.

-That's useless.
-Yes, but I worried myself sick.

-You need to take care of yourself.
-How should I do that?

-It's not worth it for a cat.
-It's been 12 days.

-We don't want to lose someone else.
-I don't know...

-You have to eat.
-It takes too long.

Tell her she must eat.

Well...

Do you want me
to cook something?

Heat the soup.

-The soup?
-It's ready, in the fridge. Warm it up.

OK, I'll do it.

I have a sore throat.
It might soothe it.

That's no use...
I've been doing that for 3 days.

This time I'll eat it.
I'll be eating.

Here are matches.

I'll make some coffee.

Ren?e! Where's the coffee?

-No more?
-Here it is.

What is it?

Gris-Gris?

Are you sure?

-It's Gris-Gris!
-Your cat?

Do you know where the cat was?
Behind the stove. For 12 days.

You're crazy. It's one of mine.

-She hears him.
-One of mine!

-But she knows her cat.
-He's been two weeks away.

If you'd been eating,
you'd heard him.

All those cats!

He's stuck behind the stove.
She's trying to get him out.

Help her. Or should I get up
with my sore throat?

-I've lost my voice. Do you hear that?
-You, stay in bed.

There he is!
Skinny and all wet!

It doesn't matter if he's skinny.
But wet... Take a mop!

-Hello.
-Hi.

... huge bronze sculptures.
Come on, Pascal.

Hey, how are you?

Fine, and you?

I'm alright, as you see.
I'm moving, finally.

-You don't look very sad.
-It's not that bad.

Don't listen to him.
Come on, Bel Canto!

-Can I help you?
-Don't bother.

-But I'd like to.
-Alright.

Come on, guys, get to work.

-You're alright, Chlo??
-I'm fine.

-Alright?
-Yes and you?

-Really nice of you, Chlo?.
-You're welcome.

Not too heavy, Pascal?
I use to see you from my window.

-Oh well? -Yes.
-How so?

I see you. I've even painted
a little picture of you.

-You're kidding.
-We don't bother, huh?

How about a coffee when
we're done with this stove?

Don't push!

Is it true,
you can really see her?

-Fuck you, man.
-Can you see her now or not?

-Do you need help?
-No, it's OK.

I'll get my pictures later.

-Funny!
-Think so?

Funny that I've
never seen it before.

Only when your door was open...

I saw a little part.

And my painting?

-Want to see it?
-Yes!

You asked for it.

Here you are.

Is that me?

Yes, that's you.

Anyway, I've to come back
to get my paintings.

-Will you let me know?
-Yes, I will.

Shall we go? It's time.
Bye everyone!

Bye!

Bye, Bel Canto. See you soon.

Bye Ren?e.

And goodbye Paris.

Goodbye Djamel.

Paris

Is a blonde

-I'm teasing you.
-Just now I have to go...

Paris

Is a blonde

-Bye, Carlos.
-Well...

I'm going.

Goodbye everybody.

Goodbye.

-Thanks for your help. Nice of you.
-It's natural between neighbours.

-You've got my number?
-You've got mine?

-I'll invite you to my exhibition.
-I'd love it. Really.

Beno?t!

-We should go.
-I'm coming. Goodbye.

Is your name Beno?t?

What's that face, anything wrong?

Life is not fair.

You're getting into trouble?

Bye!

This is Paris!

Paris...

queen of the world

Paris...

is a blonde

Her nose...

raised high, mocking

Her eyes...

always smiling

Anyone who knows you

drunk with your caresses

Leaving...

but always returning

Paris...

to our loves

This is Paris!