Emma Page #3

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with your heartbeat,

and it has

a powerful, mystical impact.

Isn't that great?

Can't sleep?

No.

- Can I?

- Are you by yourself?

They were all asleep

when I left.

A large latte, please.

- Irene's not with you?

- She wasn't feeling too well.

Not on our account, I hope?

- Remember when Emma got sick?

- What?

When Emma got sick.

She must have been

about 9, right?

It started out as bronchitis.

But you know

how it is with Emma.

So she ended up in hospital.

Where were you at that time?

Of course! How stupid of me!

You were with her.

That's enough.

Thank you.

Here. This is for her.

For Irene.

Come on, take it.

It's a gift.

It can't hurt her.

You can't accept it?

Yet I accepted the plastic toy

you gave me when Emma's mother

suddenly appeared, while mine

was taken away from my life.

I was too young.

Are you listening to me?

- Want me to go back to Paris?

- No, I don't.

Drink your coffee,

it'll get cold.

- Dad?

- Yeah?

Are you all right?

You're very perceptive.

- Is it because of Jerome?

- No.

I mean, yes.

A little.

I don't know what to do.

How to help him.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Where are you going?

- For a walk.

- Hi!

- Hi!

Going for a walk?

Wait.

Wait...

I'm sorry.

I'm probably not the first

to ask you dumb questions.

Why?

'Cause you're pretty.

- Where are you from? Paris?

- It's that obvious?

You walk as if

you were on a street.

But not any street.

A street with nice boutiques.

- Is that your boat?

- I salvaged it.

I'll fix it up, then sell it.

I was planning to go farther,

but I'll head back.

- There's nothing to see, anyway.

- Here, neither.

There's always me.

- Haven't I seen you before?

- Probably. I come every day.

What's your name?

I'm Leonard.

I live over here,

with my mother.

See ya.

- See you soon.

- See you soon.

- What time is it?

- 1 AM.

You coming?

- Where?

- Outside.

- Jerome's not with you?

- He's at a party.

- What party?

- At a friend's.

Do you love me?

You never say anything.

I never know

what you're thinking.

When I get close,

you do nothing.

What are you doing?

Take off your T-Shirt.

- Why don't you take it off?

- I prefer you do it.

Lie down.

- Did you fall out of bed?

- Couldn't sleep.

- I've got croissants.

- Thanks.

You always get up this early?

It's the best time to work.

Nobody's up

to nag me about it.

What is it?

I used to be afraid

to disappoint you.

I couldn't imagine not being

exactly who you wanted me to be.

It's no longer the case?

Should I be glad about this?

I don't know.

Come on, Lola. Your turn!

Are you ready?

If you stop it,

I'll buy you a Coke.

Vincent's skin is soft.

Softer than mine.

It reminds me

of a bird's feathers.

Yet I've never touched a bird.

How silly.

Or if I did, I don't recall.

No...

I've never touched a bird.

Or if I did,

only with my fingertips.

You haven't spoken to me

all day! What's going on?

- Vincent, what's holding you?

- Coming.

Talk to me...

Lola sweetheart,

wanna see my castle?

It's almost done.

You like it?

I like it a lot,

but there's no window.

Then we'll add some windows.

Come see how pretty

the castle is.

What kind of windows

do you want?

Round ones.

Here!

My life is now about waiting

for Vincent to look at me.

I wait, longing for one look,

one word.

A single word, just for me.

A simple word would do.

To be liberated

from this burden.

My downfall would be lightened.

I'd stop plunging into this life

that isn't mine anymore.

I'm losing touch with my life.

My favorite granddaughter

is paying me a visit!

- You have only one!

- Still, you're my favorite.

Can you hand me

that notebook lying on the desk?

The other one, the red one.

I'd like...

I'd like to read you something.

Sit down.

I was able to write this,

thanks to you.

Jeannette came to wake me.

I heard the sound of engines,

voices, and the noise

of boots and weapons

that accompanied it.

She said, "Go through the cellar

and hide in the forest."

I was paralyzed with fear.

"Hurry, they're here!"

She pushed me out of bed...

Are you listening?

Why are you reading this to me?

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Do you want to talk?

- I've nothing to say.

Vincent knows

my body intimately.

Nothing holds him back.

He's gentle.

Cruel.

Gentle and cruel.

Stop staring at me.

I'm going fishing

in the marsh. Wanna come?

Have you ever been there?

- Do you know where we're going?

- I know a nice spot.

What are you mumbling?

It's an experiment.

What is it?

Do you believe in God?

Yeah. And you?

No.

Do you pray often?

Depends.

No, not very often.

- I pray all the time.

- Why? You don't believe in God!

I'm praying for something.

For something to happen, I mean.

Why are we stopping?

Are we lost?

How can that be?

We're still on earth, aren't we?

Look what we have here...

"Immerse the crawfish

in boiling water.

"Add cider vinegar."

You're up next, Emma.

I don't want to see this!

Disgusting!

They're still moving!

That's gross!

You won't say that

when you eat them.

Look how nice it is.

Crawfish aren't bad.

Don't be afraid.

They can pinch, though.

Bye, Mona!

- Can you hand me a plate?

- Of course.

Take this one instead.

Get lost!

Why didn't you answer?

We're going out. Wanna come?

- Where?

- Dancing.

- Dancing?

- We never get the chance.

- So we're going tonight.

- Don't feel like it.

I'll have none of that!

Tonight, everyone dances,

including you. That's an order!

You shut yourself

in your room for days.

I'm coming.

What are you doing?

You're not wearing that?

This is fine.

Yes, but tonight

calls for a dress.

Yeah, right...

No discussion. You're changing!

I'll wait in the hall.

You're taking too long.

I'm coming in.

What?

- You're such a pain.

- Why is that?

You don't know you're pretty. If

you did, you wouldn't be a pain.

Why should I go

if I'm such a pain, then?

Why are you crying?

It's nothing.

I'm crying for everyone else.

For the entire world.

- And for you, as well.

- Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

That's what you think.

We're going dancing!

Come on, get moving.

Loosen up!

Ah! I made you laugh.

Dance with me.

- How's it going?

- Great! And you?

Wanna dance?

Come on...

- I have to go.

- Don't...

- I'm going home.

- Already?

- I'm fed up.

- Wait.

- Stay a little longer.

- No.

- I'll buy you a drink.

- I wanna leave.

A drink wouldn't hurt.

You're gonna end up a nun...

- There are no Jewish nuns.

- See? You'd be the first!

Want me to go with you?

Bye, now.

My feet don't even hurt.

Just barely, in fact.

But it's still not enough.

It would feel good

to really hurt.

I'd like to walk on weevers.

It would hurt less

than what Vincent did.

He's eaten me alive

and torn me to shreds.

Without any resistance

on my part.

I can hardly believe it.

Turn it off.

Are you OK, Dad?

Not really.

I'll be fine. I'm just tired.

- Not enough sleep?

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