Emma Page #2

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- Except Lola, and perhaps Irene.

- That's enough, Jerome!

Fine...

Way to go.

These are your father's

only vacations,

- and you find a way...

- It's none of your business.

-I live with your father.

-So?

That's no reason for stopping

Jerome from talking to his dad.

He was there before you.

All of us were.

When you met him,

he was married.

Doesn't it bother you?

Sleeping in the same bed

where Emma's mom slept?

Enough! You too, Emma.

Be quiet!

How long do you plan

on hassling your father?

I wonder how he managed

to keep his cool.

Why the hell should you care?

I don't care, I just think

your father's great, that's all.

You can have him if you want.

- Where are you going?

- For a walk.

You lose.

Wait for me.

- Why did you kiss my knee?

- I didn't.

Are you all right?

You should always carry a vial

of poison or a razor blade,

to protect yourself

against evil.

You're a strange girl.

My best friend

shot himself in front of me.

This fish was cursed

when it was small,

so it can't swim. It sinks.

What do you say we help it?

We must throw it

back into the water.

Hold on! I'm coming!

Jerome!

It's not funny, come out!

That's enough, stop it!

Are you stupid or what?

That's not funny.

Let's see

how it's doing, sweetie.

So, can you manage?

Yes, but it's hard

to not eat any. I'm starving.

- Could I have some ros?

- Of course, honey.

- I'd love to see an auction.

- Really?

- I've never seen one.

- You may not like it.

Jerome came once.

He was bored stiff.

- But we're different.

- I'd say so.

- I'll check it out.

- When are the guests arriving?

Huh... 8:
30 PM.

Could you get me

some paper napkins?

It's exactly what I thought.

They love him.

It's not the same.

For him, Dad and Irene aren't

parents, they're normal people.

So that's what it is.

They look nice from the outside.

That's what it is.

No doubt about it.

- Hi!

- Hello!

- Irene would love those!

- Not bad!

This one's even better!

It's her style.

- This one!

- Too classy!

- Super cool colors!

- Let's get these!

We'll say there were

no more white ones.

Let me see.

They're horrible! Perfect!

- How's the wine?

- Needs to breathe a bit.

What are these dreadful things?

- Why not white ones?

- They were out.

- We thought those would do.

- Are you making fun of me?

Not at all. They're kinda nice.

Come back here.

And apologize.

It's not our fault

if they were out of stock.

- We thought it was stylish.

- That's enough!

- Go back to the mini-mart.

- They're probably closed.

I don't give a damn.

And make sure they're white.

Petrovici was a ceramist

during the interwar period,

of minor importance, yet the

value of his work skyrocketed.

- It was totally unexpected.

- What happened?

What do you think?

I know.

Something to do

with the catalogue?

The way Irene showcased

his work had an influence?

- Precisely.

- Congratulations, young man.

I know Irene's modest,

and I shouldn't say this,

but she did a remarkable job.

Great photographs.

But above all,

she made this artist

look like a Giacometti of sorts.

Room service. Madam is served.

Wait, kitten.

Let me finish my sentence.

- There.

- That was a long sentence!

You think my sentences

are too long?

I don't know.

- Has anyone proofread it?

- No.

Not yet.

You're writing your memoirs?

- I know, it's not very original.

- No.

But that's all right.

We should all write one.

Can I read it?

I thought the past

suffocated you.

Just one excerpt.

- I know which one.

- Then tell me.

The forest.

The one you were fleeing to,

and they caught you.

It's not written yet.

I can't write it.

Not for now.

Is it similar

to what Mom told me?

Ah, my love.

I don't know

what your Mom told you.

Then write it!

So I can finally

know what happened.

Jerome...

Have you...?

- Have you seen Jerome?

- No.

- You OK, Emma?

- Yeah.

...in other words, archery

is not about aiming a bow

and shooting arrows,

but about unlocking

something within ourselves.

Where were you?

We were looking for you

to play poker.

- What happened? You're bleeding.

- I fell.

Don't move,

I'll take care of it.

- What happened?

- Nothing. I just fell.

- I hate seeing people hurt.

- I'm not hurt.

- You're bleeding.

- It's nothing serious.

Yes, it is.

- You should be more careful.

- That's a stupid thing to say.

Nonsense...

You're the one

who makes no sense.

Let's see...

We'll have to amputate.

Just kidding!

- Where did it happen?

- On the street.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure. If it's not spiteful.

Sure. If it's not spiteful.

- Are you happy with my father?

- Very.

- You always seemed worried.

- With you and Jerome, I am.

You have no idea

how destructive you are.

- We scare you that much?

- Only when you try to exclude me

- from your father's life.

- That's not possible.

Dad always did what he wanted.

If he loves you,

we have no power over that.

Can I ask you another question?

Did your parents ever divorce?

No. I lost my mother

when I was 15.

- You never told me that.

- I had no reason to.

- Your father brought you up?

- He put me in a boarding school.

When my mother died,

my dad fell to pieces.

He was madly in love with her.

He was upset with me.

He said I looked like her,

and that it was...

...unbearable.

- He'd have preferred I had died.

- How can you say that?

It's the truth.

I overheard him say, "A couple

can always have children,

"and start over.

"But now it's over."

I wonder how it would be

if my mother were here.

What would she think?

I wonder how it feels

to miss your mother,

but be able to see her again

because she's alive.

Do we miss them more

when they're alive?

I don't know.

Perhaps.

We're a burden for those living.

It's complicated.

- I'm tired. Let's go.

- I'll stay longer.

- I said we're going.

- Don't be so protective.

I'll buy some bread

on the way home.

Mom! I've got

a surprise for you!

Turn around!

- What's this?

- A gift.

- You stole it?

- Who cares?

It's a nice coat to wear.

You look great in it.

- "Who cares"?

- Are you crazy?

- Take that coat back.

- Take it back? I stole it!

If you don't want it,

throw it out.

Bring gifts

to your father, instead.

To thank him for abandoning us.

Stop it!

It happens! A man meets

another woman. That's life.

Careful, the sun's

stronger than it looks.

Dad? Have you ever

read "Franny and Zoey"?

Yes, a long time ago.

I know I loved it,

but I don't remember why.

You remember the story

about the pilgrim?

Not really.

The man who didn't know what

it meant when the Bible said

- man should pray all the time?

- Doesn't ring a bell.

Try to remember!

The pilgrim who traveled

across Russia, only to find out

you only have to say

a prayer, or the word "God",

and repeat it constantly.

Simple as that:
"God".

You don't need to have faith

or believe in any god.

By repeating "God" or a prayer,

something happens.

The words harmonize

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