Bonjour Tristesse (2024) Movie Script

1
(Blue Skies
by Irving Berlin )
Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see
Blue birds singing a song
Nothing but blue skies
from now on
I never saw the sun
shining so bright
Never saw things
going so right
Noticing the days
hurrying by
When you're in love
Oh my how they fly
Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
from now on
Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see
Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
from now on
(Waves lapping)
(Fabric rustling)
(Insects chirring)
- (Man): Are you dead?
From over there, you looked like
something washed-up by the sea.
(Waves lapping)
Ccile.
Ccile.

(Waves lapping)
(Indistinct)
(Birds chirping,
leaves rustling)

(Giggling)
(Humming )
(Woman speaking French)
(Humming )
(Giggling)
- Ccile, play us a song.
And not one of those sad ones.
A real live tune.
(La Plus Belle Chanson by
Jacqueline Taieb on stereo )
(Giggling)
- Whoo!
- Oh!
(Laughing)
Oh my God. OK.
All right. OK, OK.
(Woman singing in French
on radio )
(Giggling)
Whoa!
(Giggling)
(Insects chirring)
(Sighing)
Elsa?
- Mm-hmm?
- Would you like me
to read to you?
No?
- Non. Merci.
- Why not?
- It always sounds like
a nice idea to be read to,
but it never really works,
does it?
- I don't know.
- The person reading aloud
enjoys it more
than the person listening.
It's very awkward
when a word is mispronounced.
(Chuckling)
It shouldn't be,
but it is.
- Yeah, well,
I love being read to.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
- Are you really listening
when you are being read to?
Of course I am.
Well, I try.
It's not really
about listening is it?
- Raymond, everything
is about listening.
(Drawer opening)
(Object sliding in drawer)
(Camera shuttering)
(Phone clattering on dresser)
(Crickets chirping)
(Vinyl crackling)
(Etude by Frantz Casseus )
(Man whispering, indistinct)
- Ooh!
(Inhaling sharply,
card flipping)
(Giggling)
Hmm.
(Footsteps approaching)
- What are you guys up to?
- We're playing solitaire.
- You're both
playing solitaire?
- Mm-hmm.
- We've always played
solitaire together.
- And why don't you just play
a two-player game?
- Uh...
It sort of feels like we are.
(Inhaling deeply, kissing)
(Waves lapping)
- I love this time of day.
There's so much possibility
before lunch.
I feel like
I could do anything.
Like cook dinner
for 10 people.
(Chuckling)
- That sounds good.
- Yeah?
- Ccile... just toss it in.
Come on.
You can do it.
(Woman chuckling)
(Rocks rattling)
- She's imagining what
she looks like to us.
- What do you mean?
- Well, as practice.
- Practice for what?
- For when she wants
to be seen.
- No, I'd rather not think
of my daughter being looked at.
- No, I said seen,
not looked at.
It's...
It's a feeling, Raymond.
It's like a power.
From across a room...
- No!
- ... she will soon
be able to decide...
- No, no, no.
- ... yeah, who notices her.
- I don't want
to know any of this.
- Well, you wait.
- Hmm.
- Mmm.
- When her mother died,
she and I became close
in a manner I could
never have predicted.
- How many years did you say?
- Twelve now.
Yeah, or perhaps
my understanding
of what closeness is changed.
Everything changed.
Suddenly, we knew nothing.
And then we became very good
at knowing nothing.
We just spent time.
- You're both very good
at spending time.
Hmm?
(Birds chirping,
insects chirring)
(Wind chimes ringing)
(Curtains rustling)
(Paper rustling)
(Crickets chirping)
- It's no longer going
to be just the three of us.
Anne is coming.
- Anne?
- Anne Larsen.
- The designer?
- Mm-hmm.
She's an old friend.
- Mmm.
Hmm. You never mentioned her.
- No?
Anne has great taste.
She has always had
a strong point of view.
- I bet none of the chairs
in our home are comfortable.
(Laughing)
Clothes this beautiful
can only mean
she loves
uncomfortable chairs.
- How long is she staying?
- I can't wait
to have old friends.
(Woman tapping phone)
- We had fun.
The three of us,
we had such fun.
- She rarely smiles in photos.
- Oh, Anne's never been quick
to say or show
how she's feeling,
that's for sure.
(Speaking French)
That's how people behave
when they think
they have all the answers.
(Speaking French)
Maybe I'm being unfair.
I feel a little silly.
I don't even know her.
when I talk about women
I haven't met.
- Your mother was
one of the few people
that seemed to bring out
Anne's more... relaxed side.
They had their own
secret language.
They would sneak away
into another room
and they would talk
for hours.
And I would find them
lying on the bed of coats,
hiding from
the other guests...
(Chuckling)
... impossibly absorbed
in one another.
And I was...
(Whispering): ... so jealous.
(Chuckling)
- I'm not tired, but...
I feel like being in bed.
(Sighing)
- Might be nice
to have a forth person here.
- Mmm...
- Hmm?
Don't you think?
(Exhaling)
- What about Elsa?
- Well, Elsa loves company.
- You're being annoying.
- Why are you upset?
- I'm surprised
Anne even wanted to come.
When did you invite her?
- We've been emailing a little.
You know,
it's like that sometimes:
back and forth
for an afternoon,
and then nothing for months.
You'll see when you're older,
packing a small bag,
visiting an old friend
by the sea is... spectacular.
Feels good to need
very little...
and wake up somewhere else.
- Spectacular?
- Mm-hmm.
- That's a funny word.
- Is it?
- Are you nervous?
- Nervous?
Why?
- For get it.
- No, tell me.
I want to know.
Tell me.
- Never mind.
(Raymond gasping)
Oh no...
(Whispering): Have I totally
ruined summer by inviting her?
Should we just pack up
and go back to Paris?
Perhaps you're right.
It was an awful idea.
It was terrible.
We'll just run.
Just want to escape
in the night like thieves?
- There's no use having
a conversation with you.
- My accomplice.
What would I do without you?
(Camera shuttering)
How many photos of the moon
have you stored on that phone?
(Engine revving)

- (Man): Christmas tree.
- (Ccile): Yes.
(Waves lapping)
- Italy?
- It's a giraffe.
I don't know why I said that.
I wasn't tracing anything.
(Chuckling)
I'll do an easy one.
- That's my name.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm... Too fast.
Do it again?
Hmm...
Your name?
- My middle name.
- What is it?
(Chuckling)
(Waves crashing)
(Horn honking)
- You smell so good.
You drove from Paris?
- Almost 6 hours.
Too fast?
- The train takes three.
- Well...
Sometimes, you just need six.
My favourite girl
from the studio made me
a playlist for the drive.
I can share it with you.
You two are so spoiled,
enjoying this whole scene alone.
(Keys clanging)
Elsa McInberg?
He invited her here?
How long have they
been seeing each other?
The last time I saw Elsa,
she was rolling around
on the floor at Sophie's home--
a party for someone,
I don't remember who--
playing make-believe
with Sophie's two kids.
- Mmm.
- She seems somehow
out-of-place, but at home.
She took her shoes off inside.
Everyone looks vulnerable
in socks.
- Even Elsa?
(Anne chuckling)
- Raymond has always been
so impulsive.
- I should let you
unpack and rest.
They will be back soon.
- Thank you.
(Footsteps retreating)
(Waves lapping,
insects chirring)
(Birds chirping)
(Cork popping)
(Laughing)
- I saw one of your designs
in Le Monde.
Could be very good on Ccile.
- Of course.
Well, she could wear anything.
- We were talking about you.
- Come.
Catch up.
Have a glass.
(The Smile on Your Face
by Little Ann on stereo )
- I thought you might sleep
through the night
into the morning.
(Ccile chuckling)
- Uh... should I change?
- No, you're fine.
(Whispering): Cheers.
- Cheers.
I find him--
- You find Charles Webb...
charming.
(Chuckling)
- ... an idiot.
- Oh, come on!
Please!
- I do.
Charles Webb is...
- Is what?
- Unseemly.
- Unseemly?
Oh my goodness.
I really like the guy.
I've been working with him
on and off for years.
- Mmm...
- He's a businessman
and he--he's not for you.
- A businessman?
- Mm-hmm.
- What year are you living in?
- OK, art and commerce,
yes, I know all about it.
- As do I.
- And so he's kind of simple,
big deal.
(Chuckling)
- I'm uncomfortable
around adults
who don't know themselves.
- I remember you and him
getting into fights in the past.
About what exactly?
(Raymond gasping,
Elsa giggling)
Look.
He really gets under your skin,
doesn't he?
(Chuckling)
You know, I'm caught off guard
by your sudden fire.
You're flush.
I'm impressed.
- Can I see it?
Thank you.
- I find Charles fun.
- See?
- So he doesn't know about art
or what's going on
in the world.
Big deal.
And he's gross.
Everybody knows that.
But gross people
are more fun.
- (Elsa): Exactly.
(Chuckling)
I could fall asleep
right here,
at the table
with you all.
There is something
so comforting
about this exact level
of liveliness, you know?
Like loud families.
- Where is your family from,
Elsa?
- Oh, from Greece,
from Italy...
Pays Basque,
la Cte Basque, actually,
Biarritz, uh, Spain,
Algeria, uh,
a little island--
I don't know how
to say it in English--
but, uh, a little rgion
called La Kabylie.
Argentine, Belgium,
North of France, mmm, Egypt--
- How many people
in your family are there?
(Laughing)
- "Wear it in good health."
That's what
my mother would say.
- You will wake up really hot
if you leave the curtains open.
The sun hits hard
on this side.
- I'm an early riser.
It will still be cool.
- You're thinking about her.
I can see it in your face.
(Water splashing)
Can I ask you a question?
My mother and you,
who met Raymond first?
- It's all a blur.
I have this memory of him
holding the room's attention
after some party,
wearing a turtle neck.
(Ccile chuckling)
- Did he hold your attention?
- He was never still.
Your mother found
that attractive.
- And you?
(Anne chuckling)
- Good night, Ccile.
(Insects chirring)
(Birds chirping)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Humming )
Morning, Elsa.
- Good morning.
- You sleep well?
- Not really, actually.
- You strike me as someone
who has no trouble sleeping.
- Mmm.
I'll make some room for you.
Which section
would you like?
- A slice of toast
to start your day?
(Chuckling)
(Footsteps retreating)
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Slept well?
I am starving.
Pass the tea, please?
- Mm-hmm.
(Waves crashing)
- Do you find Elsa beautiful?
- Elsa? Why?
- I know you think
she's beautiful.
- Whatever you're doing,
you're doing it to yourself.
I mean, yeah, she's
objectively beautiful. Yeah.
- Yeah, it's pretty obvious
to think a dancer is beautiful.
(Chuckling)
- You're so frustrating.
It's--it's like you're
reckless and careful...
which usually means
the recklessness
doesn't come naturally.
(Waves lapping)
- Anne arrived last night.
- Who's Anne?
Anne Larsen.
She's a friend of my mother's.
And Raymond's too,
from long ago.
I suddenly feel like
summer is already over.
- You're so obsessed
with things being over.
And I think I know
what you need.
How far have you been?
I'll take us out real far.
Everything is less intense
when you can't see land,
no matter which way you look.
- I don't know.
It sounds...
pretty intense to me.
(Chuckling)
(Waves lapping)
(Footsteps approaching)
- (Raymond): Hello.
(Elsa speaking French)
Who will join me
in the water?
- Be right there.
(Water splashing)
- Ccile, I meant to ask...
How did you do
on your exams?
- Not great.
- Will you retake them again
in the fall?
How many do you have
to retake?
- It's fine.
(Chuckling)
- What do you mean?
What is "fine?"
- It's not a big deal.
Why are we talking
about this?
- Well, how do you expect
to pass in October?
Luck?
- I've never understood why
luck is so easily dismissed.
I always found it
to be, um...
dependable.
(Waves lapping)
That was impressive,
how quickly you managed
to upset Ccile.
- She will bounce back.
- But why would she ruin
her summer with school work?
- And how will she figure out
what she's passionate about?
(Chuckling)
- Come on.
Not even you believe that.
- The water is lovely.
You two should take a dip.
(Raymond sighing)
- When I finish this chapter.
- Anne loves a reward system.
(Knife scraping cutting board)
(Footsteps retreating)
- Ccile,
before you run out...
- You still do that by hand?
- Hardly.
Come sit.
I want your opinion.
What do you think
of this dress?
- Are those roses?
- Yes.
No?
- Just surprising.
- What's wrong with roses?
This one is
really beautiful.
I'm kind of obsessed.
- I don't remember
drawing this one.
It feels...
- Free.
- ... unthinking.
I count on
these unthinking gestures,
otherwise the work
becomes really boring.
Really bad.
The moment things become forced,
I question everything.
Sometimes, I think
the point is ultimately
to know less
and less and less.
If I'm creating clarity
or meaning,
I lose interest.
There always has
to be a third thing.
- What do you mean?
- I don't know how
to talk about it.
It vanishes before
I can grab hold of it.
It's like...
when the sun comes out.
Just before it sets.
But it's not even that.
It's...
more powerful than anything
I've ever felt, even love.
- Sometimes, I'm scared
of what I'm thinking.
- And this one?
- It reminds me
of dandelion seeds.
Dandelion seeds
are design miracles.
Parachutes that take flight
in such a way
they form a vortex.
It helps them stay afloat
as long as possible.
They can travel
remarkable distances.
(Chuckling)
They're designed
to auto destruct on landing.
(Jazz on stereo )
(Raymond sighing)
Well, I guess that's it.
(Raymond talking, indistinct)
- (Elsa): No, upset.
Let them play.
(Indistinct)
(Chuckling)
- (Raymond): Ccile what?
(Vehicle approaching)
(Engine stops,
door closing)
(Elsa giggling,
door closing)
(Raymond):
They don't understand.
(Door opening)
(Raymond talking indistinctly,
Elsa giggling)
You're not driving
ever again.
- You know I will in the end.
- You nearly crashed us
into the tree.
That's crazy...
(Door slamming,
Raymond shushing)
(Whispering): Quiet! Quiet!
(Elsa giggling)
- (Elsa whispering):
I don't know.
- What was it?
(Indistinct)
We shared a circle of friends.
Actually, it was more like
we shared each other.
- Nobody wants to hear this.
We talk about
the past too much.
- Everybody wants to hear this.
Cyril, am I boring you?
Ccile?
(Chuckling)
- What's Elsa up to?
- Uh...
- Her friend is in town.
- She mentioned tickets
to a show.
- They're going to dinner,
and then she might bring her
back to the villa afterwards.
I love meeting people
from Elsa's world.
- Mmm, I never know
what any of them do.
It's quite fascinating.
(Chuckling)
- Well, we can't rely on
these two to entertain us.
- No?
- Mm-mmm.
Nobody in your generation
knows how to tell
a good story anymore.
I really failed you
in that way, Cyril.
(Cyril chuckling)
You're not very good
at build-up,
nor energy, nor suspense.
- I didn't say anything.
(Laughing)
- I'm only teasing.
At least you can sing.
It's very important
to hold a tune.
It shows you are able
to calm your insides,
to breathe and listen.
Does he sing to you, Ccile?
(Speaking French)
- All I was saying is that...
- Here she goes.
- ... reminiscing is a way
for your father to bring
the conversation
back to himself.
- Yes, 'cause all I like
to talk about is me
and myself in the past
and myself generally and,
and, uh, and...
- Taking naps.
- Naps, yes, of course.
I can't help it
in this heat.
(Anne chuckling)
- I always have
terrible nightmares,
but only when I nap,
never at night.
- That sleep-paralysis-thing,
you know?
- Yeah.
- Anne gets that.
Can't move her legs.
- If it's OK with Anne,
uh, I'd like to hear more.
I love hearing
about past lives.
- Life was happening.
I have these images of us
sitting on kitchen floors,
the three of us.
(Raymond chuckling)
We were obsessed
with each other.
Morning, noon and night.
We were in Paris and New York.
Your mother was
at the magazine,
and me, styling,
sewing things together
here and there,
making tops out of skirts,
skirts out of tops.
I saved and spent
all my money.
We never ate anything.
(Chuckling)
We just were crazy
about fashion...
in a way I hardly
recognize anymore...
even though
it's still my world.
- It's strange, isn't it?
How our greatest passions
can become our world,
and then out of nowhere...
our world stops feeling
like a life.
Hmm. Show me, Cyril.
I want to see Anne's designs.
- (Raymond): Yes.
- No.
- Yes, please. Yes!
- (Raymond): Yes!
(Chuckling)
- Thank you.
Oh!
(Speaking French)
(In English):
You love women, Anne.
Yours?
- Mmm. Yeah.
(Nathalie chuckling)
(Cyril speaking French)
(Chuckling)
- I'm remembering my dream
from last night.
- Oh, please, do tell us.
(Chuckling)
- I'm laughing because...
there was a woman in my dream
I didn't know.
And now I--I'm sure
it was you, Anne.
- Hmm. I knew
you seemed familiar.
(Chuckling)
- (Raymond):
What was she doing, though?
- I couldn't say.
You know how it is
in dreams?
A mystery person
reveals themselves,
but never clearly enough
to understand their desires.
(Chuckling)
- (Woman on radio):
Look at the boy
(Look at the Boy
by Jean Plum on radio )
- (Cyril): He doesn't realize
what he's doing, doing to me
Whoo!
(Chuckling)
- (Woman on radio): I can
think of so many things
That we could do together
- Wop!
- Whoa, whoa.
(Speaking French)
- (Cyril):
If he were mine
It would make my life
much better
(Ccile giggling)
Come on. Come on.
Look at his eyes
(Chuckling)
Have you ever seen
such a warm, tender smile
Oh, oh, oh, oh
- (Woman on radio):
Look at the way
The way he stands out
over all other guys
(Cyril humming )
Got to be so free
Got to welcome him
into my world
(Ccile giggling,
Cyril chuckling)
But I'm wondering
- Yeah.
- If he can give his heart
to just one girl...
(Cyril humming )

(Chuckling)
- (Raymond):
Now, what's this?
- I'm sharing my birthday cake
with you.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Is it your birthday?
- Yes, yesterday.
- Oh, we didn't know!
- Oh my...
You didn't say.
- Here.
- Thank you.
- Wait.
You need to make a wish.
Got it?
- Yes.
- Got it?
- Yes.
(Laughing)
- To Nathalie.
- Happy birthday, Nathalie.
- Thank you.
- Happy birthday.
(Speaking French)
(Nathalie talking, indistinct)
Look at the boy
- Mmm!
- Mmm.
(Birds chirping)
(Elsa humming )
(Water splashing)
- (Raymond):
Tell me something.
- (Anne):
I've been drawing a lot.
More than usual.
- Hmm.
Do you think you and her
are gonna be friends?
- Elsa?
- No?
- It's hard to explain.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's so pleasurable to be
in close contact with a woman
who seems totally at ease.
- What, like a muse?
- It's more than that.
- I understand.
- You do?
- Women like yourself,
and then Elsa too, I imagine...
(Inhaling sharply)
... your memory of men is never
as bright and detailed
and incandescent
as your memory of other women.
- Did you read that
in a book?
- But I think you know very well
where I learned that.
- It's funny, isn't it?
Loving someone...
- Mm-hmm.
- ... it sort of estranges you
from the world.
- Hmm.
- Raymond.
- Hmm?
- I can hold on to my loneliness
and still love enormously.
I'm very good at doing both
at the same time.
(Waves lapping)
(Waves lapping,
insects chirring)
(Birds chirping)
- (Ccile): Anne!
- Oh...
I didn't realize
the beach was so private.
- You don't have to go.
- You shouldn't spend all day
in a wet swimsuit.
(Birds chirping)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Fridge opening)
(Fridge closing)
(Footsteps retreating)
(Bottle clanging,
Anne sighing)
(Raymond inhaling deeply,
liquid pouring)
Aren't you gonna ask?
- Cyril, I imagine.
I saw it too at Nathalie's.
They've become close.
I trust Ccile.
(Scoffing)
- And him?
- Mmm.
I'm not worried about Cyril.
He's skinny like a boy
who is already
from many summers ago.
- It's a lot for her.
For you to trust her so much.
- You sound so...
wonderfully old-fashioned,
even if you don't mean to.
(Glass clanging on table)
What's really going on here?
- She's not gonna stay close
just 'cause you gave her
so much room.
- Be wrong sometimes.
It's less lonely.
(Door opening)
(Elsa talking, indistinct)
(Elsa chuckling)
(Vinyl crackling)
(Come Softly to Me
by the Roches on stereo )
- (Woman on radio):
Dahm do dahm Dooby do
Dahm, dahm
Dahm do dahm
Dooby do
Dahm, dahm
Dahm do dahm
Dooby do
Dahm, dahm
Dahm do dahm
Dooby do
Come softly, darling
Dooby do
Come to me
Stay
Dooby do
You're my obsession
For ever and a day
Dooby do
I want
Want you to know
I love,
I love you so
Please hold
Hold me so tight
Dooby do
All through
All through the night
Dooby do
Speak softly, darling
Dooby do
Hear what I say
Dooby do
I love you always
Dooby do
Always, always
Dooby do
I've waited
Waited so long
Dooby do
For your kisses
And your love
Dooby do
Please come
Come to me
Dooby do
From up
From up above
Dooby do
I want
Want you to know
I love
I love you so
(Ccile giggling)
Need you so much
Dooby do
Want to feel
Your warm, warm touch
Dooby do
Dahm, dahm
Dahm do dahm
Dooby do
Dahm, dahm
Dahm do dahm
(Giggling)
Dahm, dahm
Dahm do dahm
Dooby do
- Oh...
- No?
- Yes.
Very yes.
(Earrings rattling)
- Thank you.
The red is a success.
Here.
You look so much like her.
- Mmm.
- There's always a little voice
in my head that says:
"Push your shoulders back."
- You're lucky
if that's all it says.
"Ugly."
- "Unoriginal."
- "Boring."
- "No fun."
"Inelegant."
(Sighing)
"Just the biggest
peasant hands."
They're awful.
Are you sure?
- I like your hands.
Veins are so beautiful.

(Indistinct chatter)
(Men and women laughing)
(Raymond chuckling)
(Chuckling)
Are you having a good time?
- We were just gonna
come join you.
- Elsa is looking for you.
There's a guy.
- A guy?
- Talking to Elsa.
- Of course there is.
Um...
Look, Anne and I got to talk,
and this just felt
more right for tonight.
I mean, it's too loud
in there.
And we just thought we'd sit
in my car and talk for a bit.
Hmm?
- You know, I'm just not
feeling up for it tonight.
- You're not feeling well?
Since when?
- Can you just tell Elsa
that I had to drive Anne home?
- Why don't you find her
and tell her yourself?
Do you both think
I'm an idiot?
From the moment you arrived.
I told Cyril.
I knew it.
- What's Cyril got to do
with any of this?
- Me.
He has to do with me.
Like you before she arrived.
- We didn't plan this, Ccile.
- You've been careless
before, Raymond.
Really selfish.
How is this any different?
- We've known each other
for a long time.
And there's history.
- Real history.
- This is all
so embarrassing.
(Footsteps retreating)
- Ccile...
Can we talk
about this, please?
Can you come back?
What Then by Z Berg
Hold the shell up
to my ear
When the lapping waves
appear
Just the dial tone
I hear
Ringing sound
Of yesteryear
Steady your hands
And ice your bruise
Parce qu'aprs moi

Le dluge
A house with no address
Un moment de faiblesse
To tear us apart
is the start of the end
When I'm gone
Quand je pars
What then?
(Birds chirping)
- How are you sure?
How can you decide overnight
that you're going
to get married?
- We just don't want
to waste anymore time.
- Elsa told me last night
she will be over soon
to pick up her stuff,
in case you're wondering,
or even cared.
- I don't want you to think
that we're not considerate
of Elsa's feelings.
(Waves lapping)
(Sighing)
I'll get the glasses.
Thank you.
- You terrify me.
(Chuckling)

(Birds chirping)

- "And they would have no time
to cross anyone else,
"for it was all
very mysterious
and brought no means..."

It's getting spooky now.
(Chuckling)
- Ooh!
- Mmm, it is.
"Just before I was leaving,
they all..."

"And said in
a very hysterical way..."
(Waves lapping)


(Waves crashing)
(Insects chirring)
(Footsteps approaching)
- I let myself in.
What?
(Giggling)
- They're not home.
I like your shoes
and your bag, your hair.
(Chuckling)
- I feel sporty.
- It suits you.
Do you think I know myself
enough to have short hair?
(Woman singing
in French on radio )
- Oh, I'm keeping this.
(Chuckling)
- Are you mad at him?
- It's important
to see things coming, Ccile.
Everyone will tell you
to be present,
to be in the moment,
but I never found that
to be true.
I like to see things coming.
- I think I know
what you mean.
I can usually tell when someone
I meet once will later be, like,
an important part of my life.
Does that make me psychic?
- You've got an energy
around you.
You are a sole life
to the smallest things.
- I miss you in this world.
She's making me study
all summer.
She doesn't want me
to see Cyril.
Like she has any say in that.
- She cares about you.
She loves you.
- She thinks I'm lost.
She thinks everybody is lost.
Elsa?
- Mm-hmm?
- Are you lost?
- I never really
thought about it.
I don't think I would even know
how to think about it.
(Chuckling)
- They're getting married.
- So soon.
- In Paris.
- She's very organized...
even with no heart.
Being organized is...
very emotional
for some women.
- Hmm... I don't know.
- What?
- If that's
what Raymond wants.
- Raymond never does anything
he doesn't want to do.
He loves her.
She loves him.
They have their past,
and the past is very powerful.
- The past is conventional.
(Elsa laughing)
Raymond isn't happy.
He's lonely.
- You know, sometimes love,
I mean real love, looks lonely.
I've never known
why that is.
- He looked so happy with you.
(Clicking tongue)
- Exactly.
He's very handsome
when he's happy.
What are you trying to say?
Hmm?
- I don't know.
But will you help me?
Just...
(Sighing)
... I know it may sound
a little bit crazy.
But I think maybe there's
something that we can do.
Together,
I would need your help.
Maybe we could talk
to Cyril too, and...
He would help me
with anything.
You can come back,
and everything will be
happy and perfect.
(Waves lapping)
(Tableware clattering)
(Footsteps retreating)
(Raymond sighing)
She has asked you to talk to me,
hasn't she?
(Water splashing)
- And why would you say that?
- Your silence is different.
I'm not in on it.
I'm not gonna stop
seeing him.
- Is that what
you think Anne wants?
- Isn't it?
If she wants it,
do you want it too?
Is that how things
are gonna work from now on?
(Chuckling)
- You really need to spend
more time with her.
I've known Anne long enough
to notice when she says
exactly the opposite
of what she means.
She gets in her own way.
- I get in her way.
(Raymond sighing)
Tell me.
You also think
I should stop seeing Cyril.
- Ccile...
my love...
no matter how hard
you push me,
I'm not going
to tell you what to do
or what not to do.
(Tableware clattering,
water splashing)
- Fine.
- "Fine," what?
(Footsteps retreating,
Raymond sighing)
(Tableware clattering)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Indistinct chatter)
- (Cyril): What's going on?
- Why is it that
with some people
marriage feels so permanent,
and with others,
it feels like the opposite?
When I get married,
I don't think I want it
to feel permanent.
- Hmm.
- Did Elsa tell you
what we talked about?
- Ccile, all I want to know
is if we can be together.
Sometimes, I think
about forever.
Do you?
- You sound younger when
you start talking about forever.
- Please don't do that thing.
- What thing?
- That thing where
you don't know what to say
so you become mean.
- Be at the spot
I showed you, OK?
(Cyril chuckling)
- OK.
(Birds chirping)
(Waves lapping)
- (Raymond): Ccile?
- Let's go this way.
I need some shade.
(Insects chirring,
birds chirping)
- You all right?
- Mm-hmm.
- I feel very, very strange.
- I know.
I mean, I do too.
Think of Anne.
- Yeah, only Anne.
Only Anne.
(Indistinct chatter)
- Mmm.
- It must upset you.
Her and Cyril.
- Mm-mmm.
- You're taking this so,
so well.
Why is that?
- I'm trying not
to think about it.
- How's that going?
What do you think about
when you try not
to think about something?
- Trick question.
- Yes.
- Hmm...
I buy things...
that don't really suit me.
- Like?
- I have all these red lipsticks
I've only worn once.
- I love that.
- You?
- Well, you're looking at it.
I selfishly would like you
to be a little more...
(Moaning)
(Ccile chuckling)
- You're only restless because
we're vegetable shopping.
(Church bell tolling)
(Door opening)
(Door closing)
(Footsteps approaching)
- (Cyril):
OK, repeat after me.
Ready?
- No.
- No?
(Chuckling)
Je m'appelle Ccile
(Ccile giggling)
- (Ccile):
Je m'appelle Ccile
- Yeah.
My vie n'est pas facile
- My vie n'est pas facile
- Mais j'ai
beaucoup de style
- Mais j'ai
beaucoup de style
(Chuckling)
- Laissez-moi tranquille
- Laissez-mo tron... what?
- Moi. Laissez-moi.
- Laissez-moi.
- Tranquille.
- Tranquille.
- That's a very important one.
- Laissez-moi tranquille.
- Yeah.
- Laisse...
- Laissez-moi tranquille
- (Ccile):
Laissez-moi tranquille
- (Cyril):
Laissez-moi tranquille
- Laissez-moi tranquille
- Avec Cyril.
- Avec Cyril.
(Tapping phone)
(Chuckling)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Knocking on door)
(Birds chirping)
- Ccile.
- Yes?
- The books,
maybe it was a bit hostile.
- You're beginning
to seem desperate.
- Excuse me?
- Why do you care so much?
- This look on your face,
it's like you believe
nothing good
has ever happened to you.
(Footsteps retreating)
(Crickets chirping)
(Door opening)
(Indistinct chatter)
(Door closing)
(Shoes thudding)
- Hey.
(Breathing heavily)
(Breathing heavily)
(Crickets chirping)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Paper rustling)
(Birds chirping)
(Waves crashing)
- I know things
have been tense.
I wanted to tell you
properly and privately...
(Waves lapping)
... how much I'm looking forward
to getting to know you better.
I love Raymond very much.
The love I have for him will
never not include your mother...
and you.
- Have you ever done
something mean?
Like...
totally cruel...
on purpose?
Have you ever
not stopped yourself?
- I have.
I've hurt people I love
on their most important day.
Sometimes, I'll remember
when I'm walking somewhere
and I nearly trip
or have to pause...
'cause the shame of it
comes back like a ghost.
- (Whispering):
I'm just really tired.
- Is this about Cyril?
Seasonal love
can swallow you up.
It feels limitless...
like a song.
- It is like a song.
(Paper rustling,
door opening)
(Door closing,
footsteps retreating)
- Do you think
she's still seeing him?
- He's with Elsa now.
- You hate it when
I get impatient with records.
(Chuckling)
- One of the pleasures
of records is not having
to think about
what comes next.
What?
Tell me.
- I was about to accuse you
of trying to live in the moment.
- Where are you going?
- She's waiting.
(Ccile screaming)
- (Cyril): Whoo!
(Crickets chirping)
(Cyril grunting)
- (Ccile): This is
a good idea, I swear.
- (Cyril): I hope it works.
- It's already working.
- All right.
See you tonight.
Cheers.
(Sighing)
Tonight.
Bar du soleil.
(Chuckling)
- Who was that?
- Don't hate me.
Charles Webb.
We're meeting him
and Frances there.
- His wife?
- Mm-hmm.
- I didn't realize
until this exact moment
how much I was hoping
for a night out.
(Chuckling)
I love that feeling.
- And how's it feel?
- Fizzy.
(Felicita by Al Bano
and Romina Power )
(Man singing in Italian )

(Laughing)
- And so are you going
to be designing your own dress?
- Mmm! I'm considering
a skirt suit.
- Chic. I like it.
(Chuckling)
- The fifth of October?
- Mm-hmm.
- But that's so soon, Raymond.
- Well, the fall in Paris
just seemed right.
- And you didn't consider
waiting a year?
- Not for a second.
What for, though?
- It is romantic
to do things quickly.
- Or maybe we do things quickly
to keep the romance alive.
- Mmm.
- It will be small.
Nothing elaborate.
I'm taking care
of all the details.
- Congratulations!
Etc., etc., etc.
(Glasses clanging)
Oh, I nearly forgot!
(Charles chuckling)
- Wow!
- I told you
she's too old for that.
- Impossible!
(Giggling)
- (Raymond): Oh my goodness!
What is that?
(Laughing)
This is so cool.
- Gorgeous, eh?
- Where did you get this?
- Oh, that one is great.
- My own private collection.
(Laughing)
Elsa?
Elsa McInberg?
It's her, isn't it?
- Elsa?
I don't know her.
He looks like a Roman statue.
- (Charles): A cherub.
- (Frances): A really beautiful,
tall cherub.
(Chuckling)
- I used to dress like that.
- You did?
Like him or her?
(Chuckling)
- Well, are we just going to
talk about this beautiful couple
or should we invite them
to join us?
- (Charles):
To fall in Paris.
- Fall in Paris. Oh.
- To fall in Paris.
(Brake clicking,
engine stops)
(Crickets chirping)
(Raymond sighing)
- Your accomplice.
- I love you, Anne.
(Birds chirping)
(Knocking on door,
Ccile inhaling deeply)
- Come in.
(Door opening)
- I thought
you might need this.
How are you feeling?
- Did you have fun
last night?
Yeah, I was pretty bored.
- Sometimes, I can confuse
boredom with feeling hurt.
Both can make a person
get carried away.
- Not you.
You never get carried away.
- No, I do.
And then I don't
for a very long time.
(Anne chuckling)
You must be looking forward to
seeing your friends at school.
- I guess I'm looking forward
to the fall.
The wedding.
And the change of season.
- It's always easier to leave
the house in a jacket, isn't it?
(Chuckling)
Try and get
some more rest, OK?
(Door closing)
- (Cyril): How did I do?
Were you jealous?
- I was.
I'm beginning to hate myself.
- Is that new?
- This hate is different.
Feels like a poison
inside of me.
- Well, that's guilt.
- Don't do that.
Don't try to name
what I'm feeling.
- Why are you doing it?
- When I'm thinking about it,
I don't know.
But when I'm not
thinking about it,
it feels like
I don't have a choice.
- But you do.
- You know what
I really don't like?
When I say
I don't have a choice,
and then somebody
insists that I do.
(Chuckling)
If I'm not hungry,
I'm not hungry.
- Yeah.
But whenever you tell me
you're not hungry,
you end up eating
from my plate.
I have a present for you.
- No.
(Raymond clears throat)
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
(Chuckling)
(Clears throat)
(Guitar )
(Singing in Italian )
(Raymond singing
in Italian )

- She becomes the person...
(Indistinct)
She can't get hurt.
(Chuckling)
- That's very sweet.
- Bye.
(Footsteps retreating)
(Phone chiming)
- Um, I need to grab
some things in town.
- We should go before
the shops close.
Let me find my list.
- Mm-hmm.
- Butter. I used up
what we had left.
There were some other things.
You know what?
I'll get those tomorrow.
- Hmm.
- I'm going for a swim.
(Footsteps retreating,
Anne inhaling deeply)
- I should walk this off.
(Raymond chuckling)
(Chuckling)
(Waves lapping)
(Leaves rustling)
(Insects chirring)
(Waves lapping)
(Insects chirring,
birds chirping)
(Woman giggling)
- (Raymond): Trs beau.
- (Elsa): Ouais, trs beau.
Trs beau.
- Mm-hmm.
Elsa, I don't understand.
(Elsa speaking French)
- I love that.
So cool.
(Chuckling)
That's funny.
(Elsa and Raymond
speaking French)
(Waves lapping)
(Birds chirping)
(Ice crunching)
(Birds chirping)
(Door slamming,
footsteps retreating)
(Door opening, closing)
(Engine starting)
(Footsteps approaching)
- Ccile... please,
get out of the way.
- What happened?
Don't go!
- It was nice for a moment,
wasn't it?
- I can fix this.
Just give me a chance
to fix this.
- No, I was wrong.
I was the most wrong
I've ever been.
- No, Anne, we need you.
Wait!
(Engine revving)

(Sighing)
(Indistinct chatter)
(Sirens in distance,
footsteps approaching)
(Objects clattering)
(Church bells tolling)
- Hello.
You all right?
I could never get up,
and that would be absolutely OK.
I could live right here
on this tile.
- Mmm.
(Sighing)
- Please tell me something.
- About?
- Anything.
I feel like my throat
is filling up.
- Her hugs were
warm and cool.
Never longer than a few seconds,
but you would feel so held.
(Raymond chuckling)
- Yes.
- Maybe that's
what elegance is.
Being warm and cool.
- Does she feel
like our secret,
or was that
a cruel thing to say.
- Everything will feel cruel
for a long time.
- When your mother died...
I was knocked out.
'Cause I was younger,
and--and you were small.
And I... don't know what
you understood at the time.
Probably so much.
(Sighing)
You know, life then was still
about new joys, not old ones.
And grief...
grief just did not fit.
There was a period after that
where I didn't recover
or remember or...
or move forward.
I--I needed
everything up close,
'cause that was the most
immediate way to live and...
with Anne...
I was finally,
after so long...
good.
- Good?
- Yes.
Good.
(Chuckling)
I--I loved hearing her
in the next room.
I will never, ever take
anyone or anything
for granted ever again.
- But we will.
(Wind howling)
(Footsteps approaching)
(Jewelry rattling)
(Footsteps retreating)
(Rain pattering
against window)
(Sniffling)
(Speaking French)
(Woman singing
in French on radio )
- You came!
- Hey.
(Door closing)
- I was either gonna bring
something or be late,
and now I'm late
and empty-handed.
- I'm just happy you came,
so don't worry about it.
Your coat?
Just over here.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- I'll come find you in a sec.
- Take your time.
(Indistinct chatter,
cheering)

(Girls speaking French)
(Waves lapping)