Emma

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Emma, your dad's almost here.

I'm done.

You've done a lot!

This is for the Red Cross.

The rest is garbage.

- Even your dolls?

- I'm giving them away.

Even Dalia?

I'm done with dolls.

Get over it, Mom.

They'll get adopted,

and start a new life.

- Can he come up?

- No!

Wait up, Dad,

I'll be right there.

- So we agree on the color?

- Black is rather gloomy.

- Why not grey?

- Cause I want a black room.

I've a sample.

No goodbye kiss?

Are we there yet?

- We just left, Lola.

- Do you want to hear a story?

- Nope! Why isn't Jerome with us?

- I already told you, honey.

- There's not enough room.

- He's coming with Vincent.

- Who's Vincent?

- I forgot to tell you.

He's the son of an old friend

of mine, Bernard Mallet.

We studied architecture

together. He's in Brazil now.

- His son will stay with us.

- What for?

- To get his mind off things.

- Really?

- How old is he?

- About your age.

- I'm not looking after him!

- Make an effort.

He's had a difficult year.

- Can I have my usual room?

- Sure, if you want.

- Want to choose, Eleanor?

- I'll take the usual one, too.

- Want to choose, Eleanor?

- I'll take the usual one, too.

You had a nightmare.

The same one as last time.

It's terrible.

Your mother shouldn't have

told you those stories.

I wanted to know the truth

about what happened.

But now,

it's making my life difficult.

I can't even breathe!

Calm down, calm down.

I won't have children.

That way, it'll stop.

Your mother told you

this story so you'd forget it.

Think about it:
You can't forget

something you don't know about.

- Good morning, Emma.

- Morning.

- Slept well?

- Yourself?

Fine, thank you.

- Why take it away?

- You like it?

No, but I'd leave it.

I like it there.

Now we must be fashionable.

- Be what you want.

- It's not so easy.

I don't know, Alain.

You figure it out.

I don't have the blueprints.

I can't help you.

Can you give me a hand, Pierre?

- They were there the last time.

- Pierre, please.

Coming!

- I'll call you later.

- It's too heavy.

Grab the other one.

I'll call you later.

Irene abruptly

came into our lives.

One day, she was there,

at my father's side.

And my mother was gone.

The same thing happened to

Jerome's mom before I was born.

That same form of exile again.

My mother, single.

And me, living with her.

- Can't sleep?

- No.

Come here.

- Did you have a bad dream?

- No.

- Are you OK, Mom?

- Yes, sweetheart.

What are you doing?

I'm looking at a picture

of your dad's new girlfriend.

She's not pretty.

She looks like a gargoyle.

Who's Vincent?

Why's his father sending him?

Don't you remember him?

You spent a summer together,

when you were 5 or 6. Remember?

Not at all.

The boy who stole

your plush toy.

He said you gave it to him.

What? One of my favorite

plush toys? He stole it!

- I hope he's changed.

- He's no longer into plush toys.

I remember him.

Chubby and rather ugly.

There they are.

This is my sister.

Hi! How are you?

- Hi Vincent, how are you?

- Fine, yourself?

You've grown!

- Had a nice trip?

- Yeah.

- Glad to see you.

- So am I.

Hi, son.

How are you?

The car's this way.

I'll take your suitcase.

- How's your father?

- He's doing well.

- Anything for me?

- Look at him.

It drives me nuts. He speaks

to strangers, but not to us.

I'm sure he'll love that jerk.

He's the bookworm type.

"Has everyone noticed

how well-read I am?"

- He read during the entire trip.

- I read books, too.

You're a girl.

It's not the same.

I almost forgot.

He even gave me his stupid book.

Here. I don't want it.

FRANNY AND ZOOEY

J.D. SALINGER.

Lola, sweetheart.

Look who's here!

They're back!

My little princess!

How are you?

You're so pretty!

You're so cute. You've grown!

What's in your hair?

For those interested,

we're going to the beach.

- I'll ask Eleanor.

- She's here?

Our dad has always been

loyal to his ex-mother-in-laws.

- Are you coming with us?

- No, I'm fine here.

- What are you gonna do?

- Some writing.

Letters?

- No. I'm delving into my past.

- Still writing about the war?

It's not about war. At least,

not only about the war.

About my childhood. You'll see.

One day, you'll think about your

childhood and about your mother.

I'll never lose her.

She's immortal.

Go on, I'll join you.

Hi, Paul.

This spot is fine.

- Who's going in?

- Not me, there might be weevers.

What are those?

You don't know?

A weever's a treacherous fish

that hides in the sand,

and waits.

- So?

- ts dorsal fin is razor sharp.

It pierces the skin.

Plus, it's poisonous.

Your foot doubles in size.

I'm going in.

Wait for me!

It's freezing!

Socks, in the closet! 1, 2, 3.

Socks, socks... 1, 2, 3.

Done! And now,

for something harder.

Here we go.

Clothes, clothes...

Time for a shower.

Look!

He's got 3 books

on his night table.

You've changed.

I wouldn't have recognized you.

Maybe.

You've changed as well.

Your father told me

about the plush toy.

True, you didn't give to me.

I don't have it anymore.

- I can't give it back.

- It's OK.

At least

you admitted stealing it.

Why'd you have a difficult year?

- How are you?

- Fine.

Do you miss your mother?

Why are you asking?

I don't know.

You two are close, no?

You miss your mother?

You've been with my dad for

years, yet you're a stranger.

Maybe because you're not

interested in finding out more.

Why wear nail polish?

Looks like blood on your hands.

You hate everything that was in

my dad's life before he met you.

- That's not true.

- You don't even realize it.

I feel sorry for you

that we're here. I really do.

It's really too bad.

I don't know who you are

or what you think.

It's pretty obvious

what I think, no?

You're not making sense.

What do you want?

Listen, you know where it is?

Then go ahead...

I don't give a damn.

Read the letter to me.

Hand me your plates.

That's what I said.

Call Verges and ask him.

You figure it out.

Call me when it's done. Bye.

Sorry.

- Why do you work so much?

- I work, period.

I hope you're joking.

Each minute of your life

is devoted to your firm.

Even on vacation

you're on the phone,

- wheeling and dealing.

- I have no choice.

That's what puts food

on the table,

and pays for all this,

among other things.

There's a good excuse.

What about

your ex-wives' alimony?

- Please, not tonight. I'm tired.

- Right, you're tired.

That's exactly what I mean.

You work non-stop,

then you're tired.

It's really great for us.

We can never talk to you.

We don't always have to talk

to understand each other.

- I'm not much of a talker.

- Depends on the person.

What do you want to talk about?

- You.

- What about me?

Why are we here?

I don't know what you mean.

You're not here for me.

Yes we are, Dad.

I know why I'm here.

You like having a son.

And I know you love me.

But that's about it.

In fact, Dad... Dad?

You're not interested in me.

And even less in Emma.

No one interests you.

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