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mysterious love affairs?

I have an ex and a daughter.

Then let's not talk about that,

shall we?

- It's been a while, hasn't it?

- I'm sorry.

No, it doesn't matter, it's OK.

- Does that still hurt?

- No.

An accident on the job?

- Not really, no.

- No? What then?

- You don't want to know.

- I can handle it.

But if you don't want to talk about it...

What am I doing here?

What am I doing here?

Gosh, Rudy...

- I don't know, it was fun, right?

- Fun...

You don't know me.

No, that's true.

But that may come.

At least, I hope so.

You hope so.

What's come over you?

Nothing.

Sorry I asked.

Please, Rudy, come to me.

I gambled all my life

and lost everything.

Yes, but it doesn't matter,

you can start...

They were upstairs, asleep.

I poured all the booze

I had not drunk out on the floor.

I sat down,

threw my cigarette on the floor...

and I closed my eyes.

I thought that would put us

out of our misery.

Stupid bastard.

So, that's your sweet little Rudy.

Your sweet, dear Rudy.

The mystery is gone. Let the misery begin.

- That doesn't matter to me.

- But it does to me.

Rudy, it's over now.

What's done is done.

You're OK, your wife's OK.

Your daughter's OK, right?

I had two daughters.

Goodbye, Chantal.

Did you sleep a bit?

I've taken the day off.

Want to do something?

I have to study.

Can you drive me home?

- You could work here.

- No, I need my computer.

Vicky, stay here.

- Rest a bit.

- Want me to take the bus?

- I only want to know what happened.

- So do I, Mom. Really, so do I.

Why don't you move back here?

Like in the old days: You and me.

I went to see him

and we had dinner together.

You were right.

He really is a great guy.

Funny, nice body...

But he no longer has a motorbike.

- You don't know him.

- That's right, I don't.

You didn't let me see him for 7 years.

- I did?

- Yes, you did.

How many times did he call you?

Did he ever send you a letter?

I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it was he

who no longer wanted to see you.

Nice work, Mom.

Really, terrific.

- What are you doing here?

- If I don't hear from you...

- How are you?

- Terrible.

Yeah, that's pretty obvious.

What is it you want, David?

- Vicky, I hardly see you anymore.

- No.

- Why is that?

- I'm really not in the mood for this.

Is there anything you are

in the mood for, these days?

Since when do I have to justify

myself to you?

- To me? Nothing.

- Anything else?

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- The Vicky I know...

- And you know me, or what?

- Come on...

- What?

- I thought...

- What did you think?

What did you think, David?

I'll send you your notes by mail.

- Already? What did she say?

- Nothing. She wasn't there.

Can't be helped. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, mate.

It's useless. I've lost her.

No, you haven't. I'm sure you haven't.

- I'll check every day, if you want.

- Idiot.

- Don't do that. Don't you dare, man.

- I won't.

- Here. Can't study without a screen, right?

- Thanks.

- They've called again.

- Who?

Your job. Your car does not follow

the fixed routes.

And they send you here for that?

Sitting here and looking at the apartment

is not going to change much, is it?

I'm not interested in that damn job at all.

I'm not talking about your job.

What floor does she live on?

- It's pointless.

- Pointless?

And that's it, then? So,

what are you going to do about it?

- Wait.

- Wait?

What else can I do?

Show her you are there for her,

instead of sitting here like a wretch.

No one ever won a war by waiting.

Santa Claus has come a bit earlier

this year.

Do you think of her often?

And of dad?

I can't think of her

without thinking of him.

Do you have cigarettes?

- What are you doing here?

- It's Friday.

- Yes. So what?

- I've got the tickets. Are you coming?

- Tickets? What for?

- You know...

- Are you coming?

- You are unbelievable.

Can I come in a second?

Vicky, I know I can't ever change what

happened back then. That's not possible.

But I thought that maybe we could...

- the two of us...

- I don't think so.

There are things

you don't know, Vicky.

There's two sides to everything.

- Not now, Mom.

- Come back inside.

Come on.

- Will you take my other daughter...

- No, Mom!

I am talking to my father now.

Why haven't I heard from you

for seven years?

Why did you never answer my letters?

Do you know how long

I waited for an answer?

She says you never wanted

to see me again, is that true?

Is it true?

OK. That's all I needed to know.

Thank you for the fond farewell.

Goodbye, Rudy.

Vicky is not available.

Hello, it's me.

How are you?

Call me, will you?

Rudy, you'd better come along.

Where were you?

I've been looking for you a long time.

Me for you too...

Yes, I've been away for a bit.

Me too...

how are you?

I saw my dad.

And?

One big lie, just like

the rest of his life.

I don't think I ever want to see him again.

It's better this way

you don't need him.

Do you really think so?

I'm sure

I'm going to be online less often.

I want to start studying again.

You'd better quit altogether.

But what about you?

That will pass...

But I don't want to lose you.

Maybe...

Maybe we could meet sometime?

How so?

I'd like to see you.

That's not a good idea.

Why not?

You don't know me.

But I could get to know you.

I'm convinced we would get along

very well.

And what if we don't?

We will, I know it.

Why?

Because I have...

never met someone before

who understands me like you do.

Do you mean that?

Yes... Yes.

Rachid?

Are you still there?

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