Et soudain tout le monde me manque Page #2

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This one, too. Thats it.

- Its not dangerous, is it?

- No.

No, dont worry.

Youre crying, baby?

No.

Yes, youre crying, sniffing.

Its annoying.

I dont want to whine.

I just cant get used to it.

Suzanne, a mother.

My father, a father.

And you and I, well be what?

Nothing!

- We wont be nothing.

- Dom and Bertrand.

Dom and Bertrand, nobodys parents.

Great.

Nobodys parents for the moment.

If we manage to adopt,

well be someones parents.

Its not the same.

Itll never be the same.

Shell always

have the baby she carried.

And Ill have nothing.

- Ill have a problem child.

- Baby!

Maybe a juvenile delinquent.

Ju?

Theres veal stew. Just warm it up.

No, thanks. Im not hungry.

Ju, you have to eat.

All right.

And Steve Jobs?

Is he a delinquent?

No, hes a genius. And his parents

surely regret abandoning him.

Debbie Harry?

- Debbie Harry was adopted.

- Really? I love Blondie.

I know.

And Bill Clinton too, I think.

- Jesus.

- Jesus?

- Yeah, by Joseph.

- Yes.

- Moses.

- Yeah.

Aristotle, Marilyn...

Herv Vilard.

What?

Look!

Atom showed me this.

Adjust your grip like this

and the ball goes...

I dont care.

- You dont care?

- Absolutely.

And this? Care about that?

Or this?

- Stop! Im working.

- All right...

Ive been thinking...

I think you should have an abortion.

It would be better for everyone.

What?

No, but darling...

Darling!

Darling...

- What are you doing?

- Analysing the sauce.

Darling, can you pass the dish?

The secret is worth millions.

- The waitress is too slow.

- Tell him he eats too fast.

Theres parsley...

- Darling!

- Shallot...

I dont know what else.

Excuse us. It was an accident.

- Theyre nuts!

- Suzanne...

Whats the matter?

Your father wants me

to have an abortion.

Is that possible? Isnt it too late?

Not in Barcelona.

Its okay to the fifth month.

Theyre so open-minded in Barcelona.

We really must go.

How could you do that?

- Weve been trying for years.

- Really?

Not any more. Were adopting.

Right! I forgot

your low sperm count.

- Excuse me.

- What are you doing?

- Apologising and cleaning your blouse.

- Are you mad?

Egyptian cotton.

Clean it now or itll never come out.

- Sit down, Dad.

- I just...

Dont touch my wifes blouse!

Someones flying off the handle!

I have an idea.

Why dont you give Dom your baby?

- Then everybody will be happy.

- I cant take this anymore.

Im joking.

I was joking.

I know

having your fathers baby isnt...

You okay, sweetie?

I dreamt

my father sold the baby on eBay.

I tried to buy it

to give it back to Suzanne

but our PayPal account was closed.

Do we have a PayPal account?

Baby, I dont ever want to see

your family again.

And if the adoption goes through,

our child will never see them either.

Arent you in bed?

Whats that?

The Nightmare Christmas of Mr Jack.

5th month

Is he bored?

Or just tired.

Shes not bored, shes yawning.

Its a girl.

The yawn

indicates foetal well-being.

Its essential to lung development.

Its a girl.

Congratulations, Mrs Dhrey.

I hope your husband is as thrilled

about the news as you are.

Frankly, I dont give a damn

what he thinks.

Hes an idiot.

I cant take it anymore.

Ive had it with that sofa!

Sh*t!

Im no immigrant.

My parents did that.

History repeats. Its despicable!

Not you...

Mahboob, has your wife ever

thrown you out of her bed?

My wife? Shes in Islamabad.

That makes things easier.

What do I do?

- What do I do?

- Eli, Im on the phone!

- Alex?

- What?

Nobody speaks to me anymore.

Even Dom.

And Doms such a nice person.

This wall of silence

is seriously getting to me.

- How can I fix this?

- Orders dont match...

Alex, how can I fix this?

I dont know...

Just say you love them.

Love them? Love them!

You think thats enough?

Matt!

Cant you see Im busy!

Hold on.

Did Justine ever talk about me?

Well, youre her father...

So she talked about me?

No. Youre all she talked about.

- Can I get back to work now?

- Go ahead.

Sorry...

- What did she say?

- Eli!

I cant talk to anyone here either!

- Whos Sylvie?

- What?

Whos Sylvie?

Its complicated.

Id like to buy you a real coffee.

One day... if thats possible.

- Thats not real coffee?

- It isnt.

Real coffees Italian, not...

Real coffees Italian?

Rubbish!

So real people are white

and believe in Jesus Christ?

Racist!

Anti-Semite!

Okay, I wont insist.

Maybe some other time.

I was just kidding.

- You always have such a short fuse?

- Always.

And the X-rays...

What was that about?

I dont know.

Its a personal project.

Well, artistic.

I actually X-ray all the body parts

and reconstruct the entire being.

But it hasnt really taken form yet.

I have trouble seeing things through.

My parents said I never persevered.

They divorced when I was seven.

My mother made a new life

with an American.

They live in Denver.

My father lives with Suzanne

in the suburbs.

Theyre having a baby

even though theyre ancient.

And you?

What about me?

Were talking about parents

on our first meeting. Its hopeless!

What losers!

No, I...

My mother raised me.

I never knew my father.

- What luck!

- I dont know.

Yeah, youre really lucky!

Sometimes I see men my fathers age

and imagine what Id be like

if they were my dad.

I see what you mean.

Him! If he were my father...

Id have had acne,

spent my holidays in Brittany,

and spent my childhood

in neat clothes.

Your turn.

There! Behind you.

What? Him?

Id be fat.

- Is that it?

- Yes.

Youd be a lifetime

Weight Watchers member,

wear a Quechua bag,

live in a high-rise tower

and youd never, never, never...

never have a chick.

Never!

That guy! I dont know...

First, Id be Chinese and...

Id live in China.

No, youd be from Wu Tang Province

and make spring rolls all day.

No! Youd make dumplings

in a sweatshop.

You see, no man is perfect.

We all have baggage.

I may not be...

Im not much,

but Im fine with who I am.

Do you know why?

Because that mans son...

is not having coffee with you.

If she saw that swing,

Justine would have stayed.

- Pure Count Basie!

- Count who?

- Whos that?

- Whos that?

Pianist and leader

of the greatest big band of all time.

Yeah? And he was a good golfer?

Why didnt you ever

teach Justine to play golf?

To be honest, kids have...

Girls have always bored me.

I thought Justine would

become interesting around 14.

But guess what? By then,

shed despised me for years.

Why ask?

Did she say I was always travelling

and never around?

No, Eli, she never said that.

And my father...

How many times do you think

hes seen my act?

Fifty times?

Thirty-seven?

Eighteen? Six? Three?

No. Zero!

Not once.

And my father doesnt travel.

Have you ever invited him to come?

- What?

- There are posters everywhere!

I even put one

in front of his launderette.

- Its up to him to make the effort.

- No, no, no.

- Children have to make the effort.

- Rubbish!

- We never asked to be born.

- Parents cant change!

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