Lolo Page #6

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And a view of the Eiffel Tower.

You got conned.

I know.

Listen...

I never asked anyone this, but

how about moving in with me?

For a while?

You love your

big-dick Biarritz Bumpkin.

And you,

your fat-assed Parisienne.

You left your phone off.

I was worried about you.

- Isn't this a bit early?

- I'm so glad you're back.

Come on in.

I'm in deep sh*t.

How come?

Why?

I totally messed up.

I asked Jean-Ren

to move in with me.

And?

He's moving in and

I'm freaking out.

Your life is absolutely thrilling.

- Want some coffee?

- No, no. It makes my heart race.

You're neurotic even when

your p*ssy's getting fed.

Superwoman at work

and goofball in real life.

You could be banging

25-year-old hunks.

Not cripples who stain your carpet

with yesterday's spaghetti.

Get a grip.

You're so right. I'm fed up.

I'm too fat to work in fashion.

Jean's moving in,

Lolo's going nowhere...

Kick him out.

- Who?

- Lolo!

- I can't do that.

- Are you kidding?

Like he gives a sh*t.

Same as my daughter and me.

They are autistic at that age.

Kick him out. He'll thank you later.

- You think?

All I've got is coffee.

- No green tea?

- No!

See you tomorrow

on the Cartier shoot.

- I can't kick him out.

- Sure you can.

- Ah! Hello! Bonjour!

- Hello.

- Violette.

- Ah! Violette, yes.

I'm Sakis.

Of course.

Nice to meet you.

Coffee and cigarette.

You brought him back?

Inspired by you

and Jean-Ren.

It's easy to

import guys now.

See you tomorrow.

You'll be fine.

Let's hook up,

the 4 of us.

- For dinner, I mean.

- Sure.

It's too soon

for anything else.

- Listen Lolo, we need to...

- Ah!

Er, your notebook was here

all along. You're shambolic.

-You're a mess.

- Thank you.

You're welcome,

mom.

It's partly your fault

Jean broke his arm.

Why'd you plaster him up?

Mother,

it was a surprise for you.

The Keller Gallery is taking

my new exhibit, "Trauma".

The Keller Gallery?

Bravo. I am so proud of you.

Invite Audrey to the opening

and maybe patch things up.

No, with Audrey,

it's dead and buried.

What?

Actually,

right now, I can't

leave Jean on his own.

He forgave all you said?

Yes.

He will move in here for a while

so I can look after him.

How long's a while?

I dunno.

He's giving up his apartment.

It's dusty,

he has allergies.

Are you sure?

With nothing in common,

what'll you talk about?

We do have stuff

in common.

We get on well...

If not enough,

we'll have a kid.

Then we'll really

have something in common.

You're nuts! At your age,

you'll have a mongoloid!

Sometimes I wonder

if you want me to be happy.

Gimme a break.

Look...

It'd be good if you find a place

to paint and sculpt.

It's getting pretty intrusive.

And the stuff you use stink.

Those resins are toxic.

They killed Nikki de Saint-Phalle.

Yeah, you're right.

Lulu's folks have a

room in the attic.

It's empty.

I could make it my studio.

Great.

I can hangout

at his place if you prefer.

Why not?

It's not a bad idea.

Perfect.

I couldn't let you

do it all by yourself.

I feel responsible

for your arm.

Thanks, I appreciate it. Really.

It's no big deal.

I can see my mom's

totally into you.

I'm glad you're

taking it like this.

I wondered how you'd reacted

when she asked you to move out.

Are you kidding?

It was my idea.

You guys need your space

and I need mine.

We're not gonna play

blended families,

like some dumb

American comedy.

You know, Lolo, you're welcome

to drop by whenever you want.

You keep your key and

we keep your room the way it is.

Cool.

Lulu, right?

Nice to meet you.

Take the big one.

Good for you. Cardboard boxes

plus stairs equals cardio workout.

I'll get that.

Just hold the door open.

Are you sure?

We are young.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thanks for the help.

I mean it.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Gotcha!

You got everything?

Wait... My laptop.

My black bag.

- You left it in the car.

- Really?

On the front seat.

Damn, damn, damn...

Damn, damn, damn.

No, no, no...

Oh, no... no.

Excuse me.

You saw anyone took off

with a black laptop bag?

No.

- Sure?

- I'm sure.

Say I stole it,

why not?

J.R.!

We found your laptop.

Happy now?

An Arab didn't

take your book-bag.

I was only asking.

Don't go

calling in the UN.

This neighborhood

is full of hicks.

Hey! Hick yourself...

- Pardon me?

- No, nothing. No.

- Have a good evening!

- Yes, good evening.

Thank god!

My whole program's in there.

- No backups?

- Yeah, in the bank vault.

But I tweaked this one.

They'll love this.

Cool.

- We gotta go. See you.

- Okay, see you.

Thanks again.

- Here.

- Thanks.

The boys were

a great help.

- Lolo called to say his back hurts.

- Damn.

- I was a bit hard on him the other day.

- He seems fine.

Yeah?

He's having fun

handing out with his buddy.

That's is better than

clinging on to his mommy,

with an Oedipus complex.

He hurt his ribs when you

fell on him, now his back...

He's so fragile.

You keep worrying about him.

I guess so.

- Oh!

- Hm.

I'll miss you. When are you

getting back from Milan?

The day after tomorrow.

A quick trip.

- That's too long.

- I will miss you too.

- Look...

- Hmm.

Whoa! What the hell

is going on?

No, no, no!

Ar.

Hello,

how's my sweetie doing?

What is La Scala like?

If you get done early,

hop on the morning flight.

But I won't be here though.

I have a meeting with

the boss of the bank.

At 8:
00 tomorrow morning.

No need to rush.

You can catch the later flight.

- Kisses, mio amore.

- "Amore mio."

"Amore mio." [My love.]

That's what I meant to say.

Kisses.

Good morning Mr. Dutertre.

Morning Mr. Dutertre.

Hmm...

Good morning Mr. Dutertre.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure's all mine.

I'm very proud to present to you

my new software

that will connect the entire network

of France Rural Credit.

It has taken almost

20 years of hard work

and you won't be

disappointed.

My simulations

will show you

a 10 to 20 microseconds

of savings per transaction.

A net gain of

millions a day.

Yes, millions of euro a day!

You're welcome.

I am delighted to contribute

to the success of

France Rural Credit

and its shareholders.

What?

A genius? No...

Just passionate about my work.

Please call me

Jean-Ren.

- Calm down. He sleeps.

- Okay.

Where are you from again?

- Slovakia.

- I love Slovak.

My God, you have so many

books. Unbelievable!

Ah yes,

I'm a big reader.

- Aw, so sexy.

- Balzac, Flaubert...

What are we drinking?

But, he never got a chance

to see her again.

So Mareritte went to hell and back.

[ Norwegian:
Mareritt means nightmare ]

There is this phrase that

Churchill you probably know.

Or maybe not.

"If you are go through hell,

keep going."

That's his life.

How can someone

have such bad luck?

It is so unfair.

He must be so lonely

after what happened to him.

Yes, he is staying here

because he doesn't

have a place to sleep

even in exactly 8 months,

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