Camille redouble Page #4
- Year:
- 2012
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Take off your sweater.
Take something else off then.
You're handsome.
I don't know...
Under the covers?
It's so hot.
Your skin is so soft.
And your ass.
Nicest I've ever seen.
Please keep quiet.
I can't get it in.
Keep calm.
I'm calm.
Very, very calm. No problemo.
Hold on.
Gently...
But you're a total sex freak.
Nymphomaniac! You need help.
What? Stop laughing.
Want to take control?
Don't laugh! You took control.
You take control,
wiggling like you're in heat.
It's not my thing.
Too brutal, too sexual.
I didn't mean to be brutal.
We didn't get on.
So what?
Hurry, I'll see you out.
Just a sec. I can't go out naked.
Hurry up!
My mom will be home soon.
My mom took me to the eye doctor.
He said something weird.
I'm going blind.
It's a genetic disease.
There's nothing to do.
When?
He doesn't know.
He's sure it will happen,
but he can't say when.
Maybe he's wrong.
We'll go see other doctors.
You're not going blind.
He's just crazy.
My mom says not to trust doctors.
And lots of them make mistakes.
Can you see me with a white cane?
Out of the question.
At least I won't need glasses
anymore.
We've all observed the sky
on a moonless summer night.
We feel lost in the immensity
and depth of space.
We surprise ourselves pondering
our place in the universe.
Our origins.
The origin of the world.
Our lives.
What came before us
and what will come after.
Observing the cosmos
is a metaphysical experience
that makes us feel our existence
in vertiginously enormous spaces
and infinite time.
Light from Andromeda,
takes 2 million years to reach us.
For distant galaxies,
10 billion years.
A signal of light
that reaches us today
after travelling
4 and a half billion years,
that is, the age of Earth,
was emitted by a star contemporary
with the birth of Earth.
It witnessed our birth, if you will.
And so, as we look
further and further into space,
we look further and further
into our past.
It was very interesting.
Can I ask a question?
You say we can look into the past.
Can we also travel into the past?
Imagine... that this flame
is far, far, far.
Very far.
And its light...
takes a long time
a very, very long time
to reach you.
You still see it.
even though...
the flame has gone out.
The past has passed.
You can't go back.
It no longer exists.
Do you have time?
I have some more questions.
- I thought Physics bored you.
- It used to.
We can go have coffee.
Your place? I know people
at the caf. They'll stare.
This makes me uncomfortable.
Impossible.
Miss Vaillant.
I won't ask you in for coffee.
I'm sorry.
It's because of something you said.
I think that maybe... I don't exist.
I need to talk to you.
- What would you like?
- Whiskey.
No way.
Wait in there.
Go on.
It's not easy.
You won't believe me.
What's your name?
Alphonse.
Yes, Alphonse. Hard to forget.
Do you live alone?
I mean, are you married?
- Divorced.
- Me too.
Do you have children?
Two boys, twins. 8 and 8.
- Not interested in Physics?
- I am.
Time.
Why? Are you writing science fiction?
I should.
Miss Vaillant.
I'm sorry.
I really needed some whiskey.
I'm from the future.
I was projected into my past.
I'm living it over again.
I'm 40 years old. Not 16. I'm 40.
You don't look it.
- My daughter is 23.
- Is she well?
Last time I saw her
was December 31 , 2008.
I have to work.
So go on home now.
You don't believe me.
Normal that you don't.
It's hard to believe. But it's true.
You have to go now.
My mom is going to die.
In 39 days.
I know she will. Of a stroke.
I called her doctor.
He blew me off.
- Can you help?
- What is this?
Even if you don't believe me?
Why do you think she'll die?
I know it.
If I get a specialist to see her
would you feel reassured?
Give me your number.
I'll call with the appointment.
You'll do it?
I don't know why, but yes.
I'll go.
Perfectly normal.
Maybe it's hard to see.
There can always be something
but I can do no more.
Everything's fine. We'll let you go.
The trouble's in my daughter's head,
not mine.
Stop. You have too much imagination.
You scare me.
Can I talk to you?
Maybe you saw me with a girl
I'm not into.
Maybe there's a guy you're into.
- I'm not into other girls.
- Just wait.
I'm only into you.
- You crazy?
- Get me time with Camille.
Ask her yourself.
She runs away,
plays hard to get.
And you're all always together.
The pool one night.
When?
I'll tell you.
- Bringing your pal?
- Why?
Fair is fair.
Okay. But don't tell.
We both don't tell.
Well, I'll be.
Yeah right.
Don't even bother.
Surprise, surprise.
Come on!
I won't stay long.
It's her birthday.
I know.
- How do you know?
- I'm a super-spy.
Happy birthday.
Open it.
I don't know this picture.
What?
I don't know it.
Pretty, isn't it?
Look.
Your cheekbone.
That sad look in your eyes.
You're about to start walking fast,
far.
Full of movement.
What are you doing?
Come on.
Out of the pool!
I was committing suicide.
She saved me. She's a hero.
It's embarrassing but I'll say it.
I feel we're made for each other.
Like a force pushing me towards you.
I think of you when I go to bed,
when I sleep, when I wake up.
That time we kissed,
a voice in my head told me
we were meant to be together.
Planets attracted to each other.
No use fighting it.
I think you feel it too.
I'm sure of it.
When I saw your face in the picture,
it was as if I'd always known you.
Since before I was born.
Like I was 1000.
And I'd known you for 1000 years.
When I look at other girls
they're like silhouettes,
all the same.
You're the only one I see.
- You never told me this before.
- Not something you say often.
- What if you're wrong?
- I know I'm not.
And if ever you cheat on me?
Why not give me a chance?
You kissed me the last time.
Why not again?
I'll become a photographer
and you, an actress.
But first, I want to travel
the world. You'll come along.
Was it your first time?
I can't hear you.
I thought I knew you.
You didn't know me.
You've changed.
Or I have.
Where were you?
We were worried.
You should have called.
I'm sorry. I forgot
we were celebrating my birthday.
Happy birthday, honey.
From Dad and me.
Now you'll be on time.
So you like it?
Yes. A lot.
Just a little.
Sweet sixteen!
I wish you'd never die.
Swear you never will.
Come now.
Promise!
Your turn.
Now spit.
On my honor.
Now we're immortal. Is that better?
Blow out your candles.
How about a prayer?
Are you crazy?
Not a real prayer. A song.
Okay, a song. What song?
"Little Ditty".
I'll get the tape recorder.
We're too soft on her?
Especially you.
A little ditty
on my fingertips
Haunting and clumsy
rises to you
A little ditty
That we both used to play
Alone I make it sound a pity
Ti mi la re so do fa
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