-Mrs Millaud?
Mrs. Millaud?
-May I come at another time next time?
I don't feel good in the morning because of the sleeping pill I take at night.
-We will see that after the session.
-Dr Zimman understood that, we used to see each other after lunch.
-I heard.
-It's such bad luck,
Zimman who has a stroke right now.
What do we do in those circumstances?
Do we have to start all over from the beginning? I'll have to repeat myself…
-You don't necessarily repeat yourself.
We express things differently, from another point of view.
Really, it can be very profitable, this change.
It looks like you want to ask me about my job.
No ?
About my practice.
-You are Catherine Bormans, medical graduate,
you have a DESC (Post-graduate specialist diploma) in psychiatry and are a psychotherapist.
For more than 20 years you have been a non-permanent in public hospitals
and have just joined the Val Dracy clinic
to replace Dr. Zimman.
Well, that's all I could find on Google.
Well, I've got to say I didn't imagine you like this.
Younger.
-You've got it all.
-With what story should I begin?
-What do you want to start with?
-Uh.…
Ludo.
The best thing is that I tell you about...
Ludo.
A new project?
- Bar project on the seafront.
- Not bad, these photos.
-Yeah, it's Alex.
-Alex uh...
-A friend who lives with me. He is a photographer.
-I thought you didn't like having people over.
-Yeah but we've known each other since... We played rugby together.
He just got dumped.
-I like how you look in this picture.
-Oh yeah ?
Come on, I'm running late. I booked a Uber.
-You are leaving already?
-Yes, the boss of the bar wants to see me.
- You promised we would spend the weekend together.
Huh?
-You're sulking ?
Don't you think you're too old for this?
Hey.
You weren't sulking earlier.
-I don't understand why you're doing this.
-What do I do ?
-Why are you calling me
if you don't enjoy spending time with me.
-Ah I love to have fun with you.
What?
What did you imagine? That you would introduce me to your sons?
I could be their brother.
If you prefer that we stop seeing each other... -No.
That's not what I meant.
-Because you tell me, huh.
Can you drop me there, please?
-Well…
- OK, I call you?
-What happens to
Laclos after the publication of the shocking story "Dangerous Liaisons"?
This great writer is above all a man of action,
a soldier, an engineer, and finally a man of principle.
The French Revolution,
is a great opportunity for him to make a mark on history.
As he supported the Duke of Orleans, he was quickly arrested at…
He was arrested in…. In…
He was arrested in...
-In 1793?
-In 1793, thank you.
And imprisoned at La Force, then at Picpus.
Can you imagine who will end up locked up there a year later?
* -Hello?
-Hello, it's... Who is it?
* -It's uh... Ludo's boyfriend. And you ?
-You... Can you put him on the phone, please?
* -Uh no, he can't, he's opening oysters.
-It is Claire.
*-Claire. Who is Claire?
* Ludo, do you know any Claire?
* -I don't know any Claire.
-Sorry ? * -I think it's a mistake.
-Uh... No... Can you put him on the phone, please?
*-Let me explain. I’m Alex, Ludo’s assistant…
-No… * -He will call you back…
-I'm ok thanks. Can I speak to Ludo?
*-He is not here !
-I just heard him!
* -Well... He just left.
-Listen, it's not funny... * -Oh there!
(Ludo has not accepted your invitation)
-Are you on social networks, doctor?
For people like me,
it is at the same time…
the sinking ship and the rescue raft.
We float in the virtual.
Sometimes we are the spider, sometimes we are the…
Gnat.
Uh...
Clara Antunès.
Born…
24.25.….
Uh...
(Add Friend)
It's not Alex at all
that I was aiming for at the start.
I didn't know him, he didn't interest me.
I asked him to be my friend on Facebook
only in order to reach Ludo.
(Add Friend Pending Request)
I didn't have to wait very long.
(Like)
(Glad you like my pictures)
(They are amazing)
(Wow, thank you !)
(You are very..)
(You are very talented. Good night)
(Don't go ! Which one do you like most?)
(All of them, I can't choose)
(What about you, what's your job?)
(I'm in fashion.)
(you're a model?)
(Don't get too excited)
(I organize events related to fashion. I'm just a trainee. I'm on starvation wages)
(I've never heard of that expression)
(My boss is very frugal...
(My boss is very greedy)
(My boss is a cheap shot, but it's good for my resume.)
(I've got time, I'm still young)
How was it ?
-It's okay.
-But you did something...
Special ?
-Yeah, a bowling alley.
-Ah?
Ah well that's good, huh?
-Yeah.
-And she, uh... Was she there?
Oh!
You know it doesn't matter to me anymore.
-Yes it does.
-Yeah.
-Why are you asking ? They were glued together.
-It's true that they are annoying.
-So, who won ?
-Uh.…
She won the first game and dad the second one, I think.
-Mmm...
Not you ?
-Well… -He finished last, like a loser.
- Shut up, you.
-We can speak proper language, huh, it doesn't hurt.
Max, not while having diner.
- "Children, do not feel envy
"from our age of pain where the heart is in turn slave and rebellious,
"where laughter is often sadder than your crying.
"Oh ! Do not hurry to ripen your thoughts!
"Enjoy the morning, enjoy the spring,
"your hours are flowers intertwined with each other,
"don't shred them faster than time.”
It inspires me nothing. Sorry, but it's an old thing.
-Well...
You understood the theme, which isn't so bad.
-What do I do as a plan, then?
-I'm not the one passing
my baccalaureate at the end of the year.
The…
What are the figures of speech?
How are rhymes?
Huh?
-That's nice.
-I want to help you, but you have to work at it.
-Okay !
-Well don't get upset, come on!
These are cross rhymes, A-B-A-B.
And regarding the figures of speech, there are three.
Does the term metaphor mean anything to you?
This little green light…
Which indicates that the other person is online, that he is there, just like you.
In front of his screen…
-What did you feel when this light came on?
-Well... comfort.
Like a puff of bronchodilators, I was breathing better.
I'm…
Very ugly…
And very old.
Excitement.
(and very funny too !)
The fact that he watches what you do,
photos you commented,
the music you listen to…
It's crazy, when you think about it, all the things he can know about you…
(I could not find you on Insta??)
Insta?
Insta…
Social network,
a photo and video sharing service.
I'm not that type of person
I'm not like everybody else.
-Because you refuse to put yourself on the Internet.
You can take your tickets in advance. Be modern.
(You understook you cannot do without me...)
-Even taking them in advance,
you have to take the waiting lane too. -But it's faster.
-In France, we are picking it up.
-Are you okay?
-No. Yes, well…
A little… a guy who is getting heavy with me.
-Come on, tell me. Who is it
-Nothing ! He's a guy... a young man who is getting carried away.
-A student ? -He gets excited playing with fire. No !
Maybe…
-Are you playing arround and becoming a cougar?
-But I don't play.
It is very serious.
-We say cougar, but what is the word for a man?
-We say 'a man', right?
- Guys with younger women have always existed,
we don't make a fuss about it. -This is not the same thing.
-Yes. -It's not the same type of thing.
-The devil's advocate.
(I need to know. What are you expecting from this?)
(Let's say you're intriguing me)
(Oh!! really? qhy?)
(The way you behave !)
(How is that ????)
(Intringuing)
-Ah?
Let's go back to the 20th century and try to find
the personification of an independent woman writer,
we would have to talk about the personality of Marguerite Duras.
"Very quickly," she writes,
"in my life it was too late.
"At 18, it was already too late.
"Between 18 and 25,
"my face went in an unexpected direction.
"I don't know if it's the same for everyone, I never asked, but...
"It seems to me that I have been told about this rush of time
"that hits you sometimes
"as we go through younger ages,
"that are the most celebrated in life."
Each word was chosen with care.
A very small error on my part, one...
One fault of language and...
The magic was in danger of going away.
(You what would make me happy?)
(Tell me !)
(A real picture of you !!!)
I couldn't refuse him this photo.
-Why ?
-I imagine he would have suspected something.
I couldn't go back any more.
It turned me on, I think.
It's when…
the spiral has begun.
-A spiral?
-I was about to give Clara Antunès a real face.
* -Hello?
-It's Clara.
* -You call me with a hidden number?
-I check that you are not...
A psycopath.
* -I understand, OK...
* And... Do I sound okay, I don't have Dexter's voice?
-No.
* -Your voice is...
* It's weird, it's different from what I had imagined.
-Well I...
I'm sorry.
* -No, no, don't be sorry, you're...
* You have a very pretty voice.
* If I talk about myself, I find my voice to be.…
* very irritating, but...
-I do not think so.
*-How nice.
* Yeah, your voice sounds….
*Very young.
* How old are you exactly?
* You're of legal age, I hope?
* You're 24, right?
-Almost…
Almost 25 now.
*-You sound younger.
-People often say that.
Uh...
I posted a picture.
You did not like it ?
*-Yes. I love it.
- Do you like me, then?
* -Yeah, kinda.
* Did you read my comment?
(Is it possible not to like such a beautiful creature !!)
-Thank you.
*-Well.
* Do I have the right to have your phone number now?
* Wow! Okay.
* So not only are you hidding, but...
* you are speechless also?
* Clara?
-Who was in this picture?
- No idea, I chose a random one.
whenever he thought of you, he had in his head...
Well…
Another woman ?
-No, not really, no.
He said he liked my voice,
my words, my way of thinking. That was me.
If I had…
If I had told the truth and put my real photo on Facebook,
Alex wouldn't have accepted me as a friend.
He wouldn't have wanted to get to know a woman like me intimately.
-Huh?
"A woman like me"?
-Yes, a woman...
With slightly heavy eyelids and a faded complexion.
-Is it important for you that people think you are beautiful, young?
No ?
-It's a pleasure that I never wanted to give up.
I like to be looked at, when people found me attractive. Don't you ?
-And yet, to this man you are sending
another person's picture.
-Yes, it's true, I did the exact opposite.
As if…
I hadn't given myself the chance to exist in his eyes.
(From now on you will be able to call me whenever you want. Clara the muted)
Baudelaire, in his analysis,
sees in the Marquise de Merteuil a feminine Tartuffe,
always one step ahead, superior to Valmont.
What interests him most,
it's not so much his superiority over Valmont,
but her rebellion as a woman,
her rebellion against a hypocritical society.
Open your books and go to the letter 81.
(Alex: 9 missed calls)
When I was with him, I...
I was feeling alive.
Very early in her work, Ms. de Merteuil decided to create a unique self.
I had never felt so alive.
I didn't pretend to be 24 years old.
I was 24 years old.
* -Did you know a lot of guys?
-Uh... On Facebook?
* -No, I mean...
* Guys who mattered to you.
- Only one man really mattered to me.
* -You're not even 25 years old, you still have lot of time.
* Are you still thinking about him?
-Uh... I would like to...
Just remember happy moments but...
It's difficult, you know.
* -What were you talking about?
-About….
Shows, art,
about…
Books.
* -Wow, okay, you were dating a nerd, actually.
-Yeah!
* -He was older than you? -A little.
* -You must be bored to death with a guy like me.
-Do I seem bored to you?
*-Not really.
-It's been a long time since…
I didn't feel so good with someone.
* -OK, you got me here.
* Clara? -Yes ?
Yes ?
* -I think something is happening to us here.
-It doesn't happen like that in….…
In one day.
* -Sometimes it does...
*It's the proof it does.
-Hi, how are you ? -Hi. Yes.
Your hair looks great. -Thank you.
-You look good.
You too.
-Yeah. I'm taking care of my looks.
10, 11, Caluire. 12, Lausanne. 14, Geneva.
-Gilles, stop. I don't care about your tour.
-I'm just explaining Claire. Of course I will catch up on these weeks later.
-There's no way we're changing the schedule.
If you have a problem, handle it with your chick.
She doesn't work, she can handle it.
-My "chick" ? And you're a Literature teacher.
You didn't want them alone with her. -I changed my mind.
It's so good to be selfish.
It took me over 20 years with you to...
Realize it.
Why ? I dunno.
-You... you met someone.
-You would like to know! -I would like to know how you are doing.
-Yeah, I met someone if you want to know.
He's beautiful, he's…
He is gentle.
And with him, everything is...
Everything is fun.
-Congratulations.
-I think I'm finaly living without you.
A great feeling!
* -So this party?
-Well...
It was horrible…
*-Why ?
-Yeah… people were mostly in their 50's, really…
*-You kidding ? -Tough !
* You don't say. -Oh yes.
* -You must have got hooked up.
-Ha ha, maybe.
* -OK, and you're back home?
-Yeah. Already in bed.
*-What are you wearing ?
-Uh.…
A high-cut sweatshirt...
Shorties.
* -Are you naked under your sweatshirt?
-Yeah.
*-Take it off.
* I'm putting my hand on your belly, can you feel it?
-Yes, I can feel it.
* - I'm going up slowly...
* On your tits.
-Yes…
* -They are so pretty, your tits.
* All round…
* Very firm…
* I want to kiss them. -Kiss them.
* -I kiss the tip of your tits. Sigh
* Do you feel that I suck each of your nipples?
* Do you know what would make me happy while I eat your tits?
* That you slip a hand in your shorties.
-Oh yes…
I want to.
* - Do you want it too? -Yes.
*-Tell me.
-I want to…
To slip a finger into my panties.
*-Go ahead.
-Oh yes !
*-How is it ?
-Oh, it's hot.
*-It's wet ?
-It's all hot and very wet.
* Do you feel your pussy there?
-Oh yes…
* -Go ahead... You like this.
-Oh...
*-I love it so much when you give yourself pleasure. Keep going.
* I want to hear you moan.
* You make me bend.
*I am penetrating you.
*Go ahead.
*-Go ahead.
-Its good.
Oh, it's very...
Oh….
Alex...
Oh….
Oh my love.
Oh Alex…
Oh….
My love…
I miss making love.
Not just the act…
But to kiss, to caress...
To touch.
Or rather to be touched.
What is love without desire?
You could tell me about yourself for once.
I tell you about everything and you...
You don't say anything.
-I am only the temporary receiver
of a message that is not really intended for me.
-You are therefore completely inflexible?
-No, I'm a doctor. Your doctor.
Not your friend.
-You never slept with a patient?
It often happens that...
That there is desire for one's therapist, right?
-Yes, we say that...
It’s sometimes part of…
Of the process.
-Of the process…
-The healing process.
-Yes, for the patient, but for the doctor?
-We learn something from ourselves
with all of our patients.
Sometimes it's good from..
a theoretical aspect, and sometimes it's...
good from a more personnal one.
- Did you get excited?
Are you excited with this scene in the car with Alex on the phone?
-There are boundaries, Claire,
which are defined by the ethics of my profession.
* - Does that prevent us from seeing each other?
- Next week, I can't, I have to take care of my little niece.
*-You promised me. -I won't have time.
I'm sorry, I...
* -Clara... I'm coming.
*-I need to see you.
-My life is not easy, you have to understand.
* -I swear to you I'm trying but...
*At least,
* tell me you want to see me too.
-But what ?
-Do you think she remembers we exist?
-I love you. Alex, I love you.
I feel so good with you.
If you could only knew, how I need to see you, to feel you...
That nothing else matters. Okay, I'm in the car,
I'll call you back, okay?
*-Yeah yeah.
-It was your father! That's it !
-Go, Blues!
-Go Reds ! -Go!
That was a foul !
Hey !
What the hell is that referee doing? He needs glasses!
-Sit down.
-He's giving me the stink eye. But it's true !
Do you have children, doctor?
I suppose a successful husband.
Or not !
It must be frustrating in the long run to never give your opinion.
-And yet, if you knew what was going through my head, sometimes.
You would fall off your chair!
You talked about your children.
-Yes, my sons.
My sons.
When they were at their father’s,
it was getting more difficult.
-Why difficult ?
-I would let myself drift away.
-Until ?
-Until…
I felt as if I was more Clara than Claire.
You, you think I'm like all the other girls.
* -Clara.
-But you do not know me.
* -I know you are unique.
-Yeah…
We can't go too fast.
Even if it is difficult for both of us.
* -You will drive me crazy.
-OK, then a small gift for the impatient man.
-You still haven't told me
where this photo came from.
And this video.
-I did tell you, read through your notes.
I randomly found it on Google.
-Randomly, really?
-What do you mean ? Why would I lie ?
-That's the face he loved, the picture of this young girl.
Well, it's still….
No it's not…
It's not nothing, It means something.
-She was a stranger.
-Yes…
And how did you have access to her pictures and videos so easily?
-What world do you live in? Of course it's easy!
Facebook, Instagram… Everyone spreads their life there. You just have to use it.
-First of all, it is not an interrogation.
And secondly, I can't help you if you don't tell me the truth.
-Oh, and there comes the shit.
You are going to enjoy this, then.
It was a photo of my niece Katia, that's it.
You are happy ?
What difference does it make to you?
-Your niece?
-A pretty blonde girl.
Alex seemed to prefer blondes, that's all.
-That's it ? -Yes that's it !
-You could tell me about this niece?
-Uh yes… I don't have much to say, huh.
Uh...
Katia is my brother's daughter.
When he had this helicopter accident with his wife,
she became an orphan overnight. And that's it.
-I don't understand what you mean.
-I brought my niece Katia.
I took care of her like my own daughter,
but before that, she was almost a stranger.
-And does she know that...
You used her picture?
-No, Katia didn't know anything. Anyway, we don't see each anymore...
As soon as the inheritance papers have been settled, uh...
Katia went to live in Norway.
-You took ownership
of her face, her age, her history...
What were you looking for?
Live another life?
-No, not another life, my life!
Finally !
- Well, yesterday, I didn't even go out. It rained all day.
-Same here.
-I was like, "Maybe she'll call me?"
-I have to sleep.
*-You want me to leave you ?
-I'm so tired I can't keep my eyes opened.
-Sometimes you sound like a lady.
-You will still love me when...
When I am old?
* -How old?
-50 years or…
* -50? Wow it's ok!
* We have a whole life in front of us !
-You were waiting for me ?
*-Well yeah.
-It's cute. What were you doing ?
* -I am preparing my trip.
-What trip ?
* -I am going to Goa at the end of the month.
-Oh? Alone ?
* -No, I'm going with my roommate.
* You know, Ludo, I told you about him.
-Oh !
How long will you be gone?
*-Two months. You're afraid you won't be able to handle things without me?
*He's laughing.
* Clara?
-How long have been planning this for ?
*-For a long time.
-And you only tell me now about it?
* -I didn't see you coming, beauty.
*You know what ? Come with me.
-Bah I can't.
* -If you quit your internship, you...
*We only have one life.
* Anyway, what does it change that I am in Goa?
- It scares me to imagine you far away, you see.
So far.
-Hush.
*-It's not like we could hug anyway.
-You miss ... Do you miss me?
I mean, do you want to see me?
* Of course I do
* Of course I do ! Don't you ?
-I do, but I...
I'm so scared of...
I'm afraid you will be disappointed.
*-I will definitely not.
* I am sure I won't.
* I also... freak out a little that you'll be disappointed.
* Clara…
-What are you doing here ?
-Let's go outside ? I want to get some fresh air.
- Okay, let's go.
-I keep thinking about...
-What do you keep thinking about?
-Uh.…
He became the center of my universe.
During his trip to Goa, we talked every day.
Even several times a day.
I wish it had stayed that way.
But after he come back from Goa,
Alex became very pushy. It was…
More and more difficult to calm him down.
(Surprise !!! I just landed this morning from Goa)
(ALEX is connected to CLARA ALEX is on his way to CLARA He will be there in 3 minutes)
*-I was there.
* In your own city.
-I couldn't... Not today.
* - Wait, there, it's scary.
* Are you a psychopath?
* You have played me for a fool since the begining?
* Are you crazy?
-No I…
* -Hello?
-What are you doing here ?
-It is sunday.
-Well yes, yes, I was waiting for you... I was even a little worried.
-Drop it.
*-What is happening ? -I set the table.
Hello?
* -Who was that? What are you doing ?
-I have friends who arrived unexpectedly here.
*-Why are you whispering? Are you having a party?
* Cool, wow. -I must leave you, I'll call you back.
*-Are you kidding me ?
* It pisses me off that we always do things your way.
* We can no longer speak over the phone?
-There's nothing left in the fridge. -I will make pancakes.
-There are no eggs.
*-About what ?
-Eh? Alex...
I need to tell you something.
* -What? -Uh...
I'm with someone. I…
I have a guy, we live together.
*-You've been together for a long time ?
-It was a few months before I met you... I don't know anymore.
* -And you tell it to me like that?
* You could have told me about it.
-I tried.
* - Did you tell him about me, to your boyfriend?
-Uh no.
No, Gilles is very jealous. He's very paranoid…
Anyway it doesn't work very well between us anymore, so...
* - So, I...
* I understand why you didn't want us to meet.
* I've been waiting for you like a fool for weeks.
-Excuse me, Alex.
* I feel pretty bad now.
-Excuse me.
* Er, I'm going to... I'm going to hang up, I think...
* I have to think it over. -Excuse me.
* -Yeah, Clara.…
* Uh...
* I don't know what you are thinking about us.
* But I feel lost.
* I don't understand the control you have over me.
* I... I can't take it anything anymore.
* I'm going crazy.
* I'm going to Paris next Thursday.
* My train arrives in Montparnasse at 3:02 p.m.
* Don't try to call me or write to me by then.
* If you care about me.…
* well simply, be there.
* You have no idea how much I want to meet you finally.
-It had become out of control,
I had to do something there was no other way out.
It tore my heart apart though.
But after seeing him so young and vulnerable,
I understood that the moment had come, that...
It was hurting me too much.
* Alex, something completely unexpected happened.
*Yesterday…
* Gilles asked me to marry him.
*I said yes.
* We are going to live in Brazil.
* He accepted a new job there.
* I know I made the right choice.
* You and I lived in a dream.
* A dream with open eyes.
*It was wonderful,
* but it was only a dream.
* Don't be angry at me, Alex.
* You have to know you will always be a part of me.
I resumed my old life the way you finish a book.
Shattered.
Devastated.
Old.
When I wanted to contact him again, it was too late.
His page no longer existed...
By disappearing, Alex had been more radical than me, he had been...
Stronger too.
Hi.
I've been very busy, that's all.
That's it.
You see through me !
I did not hesitate very long.
It was the only way to get information about Alex.
-I think you're beautiful.
-How nice.
Well I was quite busy between my publications and the courses.
And your job, is it going the way you want?
-Yes gently.
-You look tired, how are you? -I'm okay.
It's a bit difficult right now, but...
-Difficult ?
-Do you remember my friend Alex?
The photograph.
-Yes, vaguely.
-He had a car accident.
He drove off a cliff.
Can you imagine?
He killed himself because of a psychopath
that he had never seen.
There were no skid marks on the road.
He is dead.
He was 28...
Excuse me.
Hello?
-When someone dies,
what should we do with his virtual identity?
Leave it as it is? Delete it?
What choice do we have?
Wait!
I have it... I wrote it here.
It was... It was vital.
Necessary.
I would like to have your opinion this time. It is important.
-I will read it.
(TRUE CONFESSIONS by Claire MILLAUD)
-For a long time, the idea that nothing would ever happen between us
was unbearable to me.
To break up was like giving up living.
After all, I was madly in love with this man.
Why giving up?
What would have it cost me to try?
The fear of not being able to take Clara's place?
Alex was going to be unhappy?
Well, I will be there to console him.
Excuse me. I seem to know you.
-Sorry ?
-I feel like I know you.
You would not be a friend of Ludo?
-Ludovic, yes.
-Ah yeah, I was sure.
I am his former... Well, an old friend.
You don't remember?
The oysters…
You know, over the phone.
-Ah yes !
Yeah.
-Do you still live with him?
-He hasn't tossed me out. Not yet !
-You must be easy going, then.
You’re a photographer, right?
-Yes, more or less, yeah.
I'm trying to set up an exhibition.
-Ludo told me about it…
He showed me pictures of you. Well, pictures you took.
I really liked them!
-Thank you.
I get off at he next stop.
-You do portraits?
I mean not just live photos, but portraits of...
-Uh yeah, I make portraits, I make books…
I do everything, I think. Except weddings.
-Because I need a picture for my book.
Usually they send a photographer, but in that case...
It's funny to meet like that. Maybe you could...
-Ah, well, yeah! I.…
I'm looking for a job so...
That would be cool. Great.
Shall I take your number?
-If you want.
-I forgot your first name.
-Claire. Claire ! My name is Claire.
-Claire ?
Thank you.
-But there is especially Nora
in An Ibsen dollhouse. The doll,
the good wife,
the responsible mother.
It's her !
The play tell the story of the awakening of her consciousness.
A woman's emancipation from her predefined role in society.
And today, we can say that it is still a question for us,
that she refused to comply.
To meet the standards in which we are locked into.
-How did he do it?
-Eh? Who ?
-No... Uh Ludo.
How did he manage to go out with a beautiful woman like you?
You're super photogenic.
Very good.
Can we just...
-Eh? -Unbutton your shirt?
-The blouse? -Yes.
-This book is intended for college readers,
I don't know if...
If we can…
All the more reason to bait the reader.
It's good.
Great.
And uh ……
Go ahead, make yourself comfortable.
-More relaxed, like that? -Yes.
- Sorry, I moved. -It is not a big deal.
-And.…
You're married ? Do you have children? Divorced?
-All of this at the same time.
-You've got the three winning horses.
-In the exact order, even.
-And all that before turning 30 years old?
You're hiding something to me Claire.
I can…
I'm trying something.
Do you want to take a break? -No, not at all, continue.
I have nothing to hide.
I was married for 20 years to a man who meant everything to me.
Before him, I had known other boys
but it has been such a long time that I forgot almost all about them.
I gave birth
two boys. Yeah…
I thought breastfeeding them would make me a better mom.
After that, my breasts and my belly never looked the same.
My husband left me for a woman who could be my daughter.
When it happened, I thought...
I thought I was going to die of grief.
Yeah, I think I'm too passionate. That's the word.
But I know
that I can be very happy.
That's it, I think...
You know almost everything.
-It's crazy.
-What's the matter ?
-Well...
Nothing. The way we met.
It's crazy.
It's in landscape, but you can crop so that it is in portrait, sharper.
I like that one. I think it's beautiful.
The same one, large smile. It is my favorite.
No ? -Yes.
-We made love day and night.
We had to make up for lost time!
We quickly settled together or rather…
He immediately came to live with me.
- "Shut my eyes: I will be able to see you,
"shut my ears: I will be able to hear you,
"and even without feet, I will know how to come to you
"and even without a mouth, I will invoke you again.”
Go ahead, read, you.
-No you. -Please.
-Come on. -Come on.
- "Break my arms, I will take you with all my heart as if I could you my hands.
"Clog this heart, my brain will beat. Burn this brain,
"my blood will carry you."
I love you.
I love you so much. -I love you too.
Do you know what I like most about you?
It's weird.
It's your voice.
- Claire's voice, Clara's voice.
Obviously he was still thinking of her.
Was I so naive to believe that my face would replace hers?
How to ignore that I was
without a doubt just a substitute
for the other one he lost.
Worst…
That through me, she was the one he loved.
There is no worse rival
than the one that doesn't exist.
(I couldn't forget about you. It's over with Gilles, I'm back.)
(I miss you so much.)
(I don't know where you are, but if you love me,)
(join me today at the Café français between 6 and 8 p.m.)
(Don't call me. If you don't come,)
(you won't hear from me again, I promise.)
(Your Clara.)
-Are you ready ?
-Yes.
-Let's go ?
-Yes.
-You don't want to stay here?
-I prefer to have lunch outside. I prefer that.
-You're the one I want to eat.
-We may have time to go to the movies.
-Definitely!
-Have a look at the sessions.
- I'm going to get a sweater.
I'm cold here.
(Recent connections)
(Welcome back Clara. We missed you.)
(We hear screams, car brakes, and then the impact And finally: silence. The END)
-In a movie, it could end like this.
-Yes, and in reality?
Why not consider finishing with a happy ending?
Even in an imaginary world, you deny yourself happiness,
as if you wanted to hurt yourself.
Again.
Again and again.
Who hurt you, Claire?
Who hurt you?
-You know, what I stole from Katia…
It took me a while to figure it out, but...
the attitude of Katia, my niece…
Towards me, was more and more hostile,
over time.
Gilles is
her uncle by marriage.
He has told me enough: "no consanguinity".
"She loves me, I love her.”
"No aggravating factors, only love" "are his words.
In fact…
a 27 years age difference versus 20 years of life together.
Katia did not go to Norway,
she moved in with my husband.
I couldn't tell you.
Nor even write it.
They destroyed me. She destroyed me.
-But…
But it's her, your rival,
that you have chosen to personify.
-Yes.
I wanted her beauty, her youth.
I wanted her happiness. She had stolen mine.
I was jealous, I...
-In fact,
it’s like you’re refusing reality,
as if you were fleeing from the truth.
The desire for eternity,
the illusion of eternal youth, yes.
We all want to get away…
From the prospect of our own death.
-I'm ok with dying.
But not with being left alone.
There is no age to be a little girl.
I needed to be taken care of, to be rocked to sleep, even with illusions.
-How long has it been?
-She entered the clinic about…
About 9 months ago.
-It went pretty far.
Alex was completely under her control.
To the point that one day...
He made me listen to a message.
I immediately recognized her voice.
At first, I didn't want to believe it.
I thought it was a little game.
Something a little sick.
I did not say anything to Alex but I tried to make him aware of the situation
that this girl, this Clara,
she was a little bit too perfect.
He ended up having doubts.
When Clara disappeared, he deleted his profile.
A few months later, she called me.
I told her he died because of her.
That he had committed suicide.
My friend was going crazy and I...
I don't have the profile of a cuckold, so...
I lied.
-I do not understand.
You mean he is not dead in a car accident?
-No.
No…
In fact he just became a father.
-He lives in the South of France.
He got married.
He just had a child last month.
A little girl.
We believe we are guilty, and the second after we are not.
I wanted to say goodbye.
Sometimes,
a patient carries with him something that we had and that we have lost.
-You know, I listened to your advice.
I resumed writing my manuscript and...
It felt good to know that everything was possible again.
There is not only one end.
-No.
No.
Goodbye, Claire.
-Goodbye, doctor.
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