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This is what you wanted, right?

You can still see your parents?

They do not live here.

I'm welcome home, but...

You never go there?

You think it's stupid?

Since yesterday, yes.

He wants to go.

Thank you for posting.

See you?

Wait, Louie.

I know a great place,

but put yourself on your 31st.

On Friday?

Alain just called me, he may have

a studio for 2 hours.

My CD, Muriel, my CD...

- Do not tell me you go out?

- If.

I have an appointment.

And children? You promised me

that you take care of it yourself.

Occasionally, not now.

I did not ask you never.

But you could take them.

This is not a problem.

I have to sing, Alain must mix.

No question they bawl

in the background.

- You could have warned me before.

- Come on, say it. Two hours.

I beg you...

- Two hours? Are you sure?

- I promise. Yes?

You're an angel. I adore you.

Come on, it's okay.

No, I do not mind.

Hein, Muriel?

Sorry for the unexpected.

It was two hours of studio...

Dad, I want to come!

No, it's not possible.

It really is impossible, children.

Laura, are you ready?

The number of the studio,

if something goes wrong.

Wise, eh? Promised?

- Do not forget, Laura.

- No, I do not forget.

- Here we go, Alain!

- Come on! Be wise!

bye

Look, crocodiles!

Crocodiles? Nothing!

Wash yourself with soap.

You can do it alone.

- I want too.

- You want lipstick?

- Do you still play?

- It happens.

How'd you like?

Concentrate, Martha.

Yes!

- I'm late?

- No, no. No problem.

A reception every two months,

and a buffet every 15.

- You want something to drink?

- Yes.

- Where are the restrooms?

- Down the hall to the left.

It's okay?

I'm hot.

What up?

Laura and light.

But what happens?

Where is your sister?

What is...?

Sh*t! Laura!

What does it mean?

They are alone! Are you crazy?

- All alone at night!

- Muriel was supposed to take care of.

It is not there. You lied to me!

You had arranged everything...

But all is well, right?

Laura, your life is a huge mess!

These are my walls, it does not matter.

You recouches small and...

- You're crazy, Laura.

- Listen... But where are you going?

I get my kids to bed.

Is that clear?

Listen to me.

I take care of your life

and thou leave me in the lurch.

I rent a studio,

I mix anything.

I bring you back, I try, Laura,

I try,

And you will care a!

Where were you?

You left two children

alone at night!

As if you had something to f***.

I expected you an hour.

Alain is gone and it's your fault!

It was my evening

and you have the f***ing up!

- Is it in you realize?

- Your party?

For this demo to the con?

You only think about yourself.

And what, your excuse?

Because I would like to hear.

My excuse?

I had an appointment,

and you knew it.

Oh, an appointment?

And with whom? With whom?

You really want to know?

Oskar.

And you're in love?

You slept with him,

and the world can crumble. Is that it?

Do not think he cares about you.

Do not kid yourself, kid.

He does not like the insipid village.

I am kind.

So why he hath plated?

You were so fantastic!

I am kind.

And you're in very far.

Leave me the camp.

Get the f*** I said.

Will wet your p*ssy elsewhere!

The visiting time is over, ma'am.

I'm sorry.

I have to see.

I for 10 minutes.

It is in intensive care,

there are rules. Sorry.

I just want

him about two minutes.

There are rules, sorry.

She is not alone,

I can not...

Just talk to him for two minutes.

It's so complicated?

Two minutes with my mother.

She is in a coma,

she can not hear you!

- Muriel is not there.

- I like him that much?

- Are you Laura?

- Yes. I do not know if it will come back.

- Tonight, anyway?

- I do not know.

It was played.

I threw out

it may come back, or maybe not.

I do not know.

Long as it is clear.

I expect if you wish.

- You do not know how it's done?

- That's not it.

What then?

I prefer you to go.

- How old is she?

- 70 years.

Sit down.

- She's in a coma.

- I'm sorry.

Well, that's nothing.

- We made it.

- You hear well?

She lived where Muriel lives.

Lived.

This is your only daughter?

- So you live alone?

- Only with my husband.

- It will be 35 years next week.

- Excuse me? What?

35 years? With the same?

I have something to learn!

I always choose my evil men.

Boys who do not want children

or people who already have.

Yes, we can not know in advance.

What is the secret?

- The secret?

- Come on, 35 years with the same...

And a child...

Must do, huh...

But if! Be done.

It's complicated.

And what is it like after 35 years?

- I was all out of whack.

- How so?

You did not know how to do more?

- Kissing, everything...

- Kissing, everything...

It's like riding a bike, right?

You never forget, it seems.

No, but with another man...

I find it hard.

I mean, brave.

That is true.

Muriel and do nothing know?

She knows nothing. I believe.

Mothers and daughters

have no secrets.

We, yes.

Maybe she doubted it.

- She never says anything.

- That's it, that.

She may have forgotten his key?

If you come to Muriel

it is not there.

That mother Muriel.

- Good evening, madam.

- Martha.

Oskar, my ex

or what should I say?

Well, a friend of Muriel.

- She is not you?

- No, she ran yesterday.

- Without saying a word.

- That's it, that.

I will seek,

to later maybe.

Is it still raining?

Calm.

Yes, that's me.

In town, at Muriel.

I'll sleep here.

She felt woozy.

No, nothing serious.

But it's better that I stay.

This is the first time?

- In thirty-five years, yes.

- You think?

I leave you.

I'll get Alain.

- Have a good night.

- Have a good night.

There is noise.

- You still hurt?

- No.

What did you do tonight?

I'm out.

With your friend?

I do not have any friends.

- I thought...

- I invented everything.

I lied to everyone.

I do not think Oskar

wish me well again.

It happened here, he sought you.

- So, you've seen?

- Yes.

I found friendly.

Mom?

Do not you find me dull?

Since you're in town

you're a little pale.

I have always been tasteless.

And lean.

I feel so ugly.

You're beautiful.

All mothers say it

their children. That does not count.

So what account?

I'm scared.

But what?

I also sometimes fear.

Come on...

What?

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