Mon roi Page #6

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- He's across the world.

Come on, baby.

- Look who it is.

- Whos this?

Hi, Daddy.

Look at you/ Aren't you gorgeous!

Where are you?

Australia.

Guess who can stand up.

Show Daddy you can stand up.

You re fabulous!

/ called to say Merry Christmas.

You okay?

I've got to go, we're going to eat.

Miss you both.

Ciao, Simbad

Ciao, buddy.

My love! My baby./

You see your father?

What's he doing? Island-hopping?

No, he's...

He's had a breakdown.

He's in a bad way.

It's understandable.

He lost his father.

Obviously, he needs to be away

from his wife and son,

on a boat in Australia to think.

That raises the bar for when you die.

Where will we go?

Japan maybe?

The Great Wall of China?

Slow down.

Look at him.

He was nice and calm.

After your Skype, he's agitated.

Sure, he saw his daddy.

No, he saw something on a computer,

not his father.

Young babies don't understand mirrors.

They can't understand Skype

because it's flat.

Okay, Lila.

New subject maybe, we're done with that.

Excuse me.

feel like a parrot,

endlessly repeating itself.

Except she never wakes up.

The day he remarries,

she'll say

it's to understand his first marriage.

Apparently, love's like that.

Sh*t!

Can you hear me?

Okay, sir.

She's breathing.

- She ever attempt suicide?

- Never.

- We have a pulse.

- She took that.

Okay, I'll keep the tube.

Look at me.

You took the whole tube?

Can you hear me?

Tell me what happened.

Her husband called.

I'd like your sister to tell me.

She can't talk.

Tell me, I'm listening.

l'll pack a bag for her.

Solal.

Yes, I'm here.

Get in, it'll reassure her.

What can I get you?

Sparkling water, please.

Lightly sparkling.

You're looking better.

That's not hard.

I want a divorce.

You love me?

Yes.

So, that's settled.

The check!

It's not settled.

The problem isn't you or me.

The problem's us together.

Isn't that a Phil Collins song?

What are you after? Tell me.

Live apart and never see you.

You'll be able to do whatever, whenever.

Nobody will scream at you,

there'll be no tears...

You hit on me, remember.

- I hit on you?

- You saw me with my crew.

Out drinking. You saw it.

You sized me up, right? You're a lawyer.

I wasn't some guy you met in a library.

You leave people for the same reasons...

- Exactly.

- The same thing that first attracted you.

Precisely the same reasons.

Okay.

So the next guy will attract you

for a reason, then you'll leave him.

- When do you build something?

- We're building nothing.

- Really?

- We destroy each other, that's all.

Not you.

- Not me?

- You're indestructible.

In any case...

Modesty, ever heard of it?

When you love someone,

it hurts, it's not easy.

- You don't hurt much.

- Don't tell me what I feel.

You're a pain in the ass.

What the hell!

I've got to burst into tears

all the time?

How do you know what I feel?

You want me to...

- What do you want?

- You fought for us?

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes.

- Not one second.

What's "fighting" mean?

Screaming, bleeding...

That's not how I fight.

find a way to stop you leaving.

That's how I fight for us.

Why must I be

what you want me to be?

You came over to me

precisely because I am what I am.

Why not accept what you have?

I can't go on like this.

Monday, we're together.

Wednesday, we're not.

Thursday, you'll move back in.

Friday, no you won't.

Next Monday, you cheat on me.

Next Wednesday, you love me.

I can't take any more.

I prefer...

I prefer this

to that...

That's called an electrocardiogram.

Like that, you're alive.

Like that, you're dead.

I prefer not to be in love,

and not get hurt.

That's what you want?

Yes, that's what I want.

What about our boy?

Until the divorce settlement,

alternate weekends.

The nanny brings him over,

so we don't meet.

No.

What do you want?

No divorce.

- Not an option.

- Okay.

If we divorce,

I keep him, you visit...

That's not going to happen.

We'll both hire lawyers and the judge...

I hire you as my lawyer.

No, I won't do it.

Sorry, I want you to be my lawyer.

- Not possible.

- It's what will happen.

I'll pay you a fortune.

I don't want your money.

It's Agnes's money.

Take it.

What is this!

We'll have to explain to Simbad.

Let him be. He's suffered enough.

For you, letting people be

means not explaining things.

- You do talk crap.

- We have to tell him.

- Shut up!

- We tell him.

At 1 year old! Tell him what?

What the hell! He can't talk!

He understands, he senses it.

We tell him.

We sit down and talk to him.

We tell him it's over

and we're separating.

You live with Daddy.

Then with Mommy.

Your parents have split up.

Make an appointment,

see when he can fit us in.

So?

I say we tell him. How's best?

- How do we do it?

- Yes, how?

Like this.

Stop it, Georgio.

Listen up.

I'll see my son as much as you.

Or I'll start talking.

Let go of me!

If you think your lawyer tricks

will keep my son from me,

you're kidding yourself.

Don't forget

the pills you popped pregnant,

and constantly freaking out

in front of him.

Remember?

I've got witnesses.

And you'll lose custody.

Use your head for once in your life.

Got me?

Take your weight.

Easy does it.

Very slowly.

There you go, very good.

That's great.

Give me five.

My beauty!

I missed you so much!

Let me take a look at you.

You decide what I juggle.

Kiwi, orange, spoon, you choose.

Kiwi, orange and open yogurt.

An open yogurt?

Sneaky!

Here we go.

Move back.

Hold on, we're taking cover.

See? I can still make you laugh.

Sex!

Now we're divorced,

I can propose to you again.

Yes, you can.

I can't guarantee the answer.

Hold on...

l was looking for my teddy bear, dammit.

She's such a pain!

You've had dental work?

Had them whitened?

Just go!

Your b*tch act! So annoying!

Enough, get up.

Listen! The little boy!

Hide in there.

He's my son.

He can see his dad in bed with his mom.

We're separated and you're dating.

lt'll confuse him.

Mommy!

On one condition. Tonight we f***.

Or I stay here.

Here he comes!

- Tonight we f***?

- Yes.

Touch my balls.

I'm going.

Hippopo!

Bring Hippo. You slept well?

Morning, my love!

Morning, sweetheart.

I'm hungry.

I'll go get breakfast.

She's reunited with her true love.

Dropped it.

Give it to Hippo.

Who's that?

Look who's popped out! Da...

Daddy!

Come here, you!

You've changed.

You're serene.

I'm back to how I was before.

Before what?

Before I met you.

- Have you changed?

- I'm off everything.

One coffee's exceptional.

For me now, it's a psychotropic.

- Stop.

-

drink camomile, don't smoke.

I'm on nothing.

Damn.

What about Agnes?

I'm done with her. She's on her own.

As my father used to say,

abandon those who abandon themselves.

I didn't get what happened last night.

Why all of a sudden, yes?

Now all of a sudden, no?

That was last night.

Today's real life.

Last night wasn't real life?

No, it was a parenthesis.

It wasn't a parenthesis.

The rest is a parenthesis.

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