Parlez-moi d'amour Page #3

They ruin the little time

you have left.

I don't know if I'm right

but I'm not lying

or tricking anyone.

As for the suffering,

we all suffer.

Hubert! How are you?

Just a second, I'll fetch it.

The day after the kid's birthday.

Yes, that's how it is.

No, I don't understand.

I've rented a small place

but I'm going to leave.

Yes, I remember.

Really? He wants to see me?

When?

Tomorrow, at his office...

Jeremy, wash your hands

after doing a pee.

As for you, put those slippers on.

How's your work going, dear?

Tell me about it.

It's okay.

I'm doing more translations

of that lndian woman writer.

I haven't finished Richard's yet...

Otherwise, I take the kids to school

and meet them afterwards.

I look after them like before

and I work too.

That's good. I stopped for six years

to raise your brother and you.

I was glad to get back

to work afterwards.

I had my friends at the store,

we had a good laugh.

I had my life, see.

How long have you been married?

As I always say, it's not 35 years

but 35 minus 3.

Why did you get back together?

I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Well, your father came home.

What about you?

What about me?

You wanted to start anew?

Yes.

We thought things had changed.

Look at us now. We're happy.

But not at first.

I remember

when you got back together.

It was hell at first.

You fought every day,

nothing was going right,

you said horrible things.

It wasn't what we expected.

Your father had lost everything...

and I was in love with him.

So you worked hard at it,

you went through hell, huh?

I always remember

what a friend told me

when your father and I split up.

He said,

''Never go back to someone

you've left.''

I think about that sometimes.

You regret it?

- If I was twenty again...

- You'd do it differently?

I was interested in so many things.

I loved studying,

movies, literature...

But fate decided otherwise.

I knew Saint-Germain,

the Boulevard Raspail

the little bars

where we'd meet up to talk.

We were so carefree then.

You have time, more than ever.

It's not the same anymore, dear.

Times have changed too.

Your father and I keep busy.

We're talking about you. I'm okay.

How's your work going?

Mommy, I want to do a poo.

You want to do a poo.

Well, my work's going well.

Come on, let's do a little poo.

Is your mind made up?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Come on.

We'll celebrate at my place.

It's a money war, see.

The poor versus the rich.

The world's divided, ruled by greed.

Still, when Julia Roberts

brings in 200 million dollars

for some film

of no interest at all,

apart from her,

it's tempting.

And that's the cost

of living in Los Angeles.

You know Los Angeles?

And you got over it?

What about my idea?

Brilliant.

I thought of you right away

when the Barcelona opera called

about this first performance

of a modern opera.

I called Hubert immediately.

I knew you were friends.

As for the composer,

Hiroshi Matsucho...

No, that's not it. Hiroshi Mas...

Something like that anyhow.

When he heard you'd write

the libretto, he was over the moon.

He's read all your books in English.

You're published in America?

No, in England.

In any case, I'm sure you'll get on.

Brilliant idea, huh?

It'll do you good to get away,

I imagine.

It won't cost me

and we'll come to see you.

Barcelona's not far.

Not far from where?

Honey, it's us. We're on our way.

Kissy-kissy.

Here we are.

Richard, come on!

Sh*t!

F***ing b*tch,

look where you're strutting your ass!

Slut!

- arling.

- You're ready to go?

Yes, grandma's waiting.

Are you

going to take dad's car, then?

Oh, no, I can't parallel park.

I prefer the metro,

like in the old days.

Shall I drop you at the Palais Royal?

Coming to see grandma?

I'm meeting my publisher at 9:30.

I don't have time. I'm late as it is.

Call her from work to say hello.

She says you never call.

I'll try to remember.

- No make-up today?

- It's in my bag

but I don't have time.

She isn't here. Go and see Corinne.

Mamaguy called.

She's in hospital with a broken foot.

Here's the translation.

Take a look

and bring it back ASAP.

How do you say ''to have someone''

in English. Sexually, I mean.

- Vulgarly?

- Yes, vulgarly.

Thanks. Excuse me.

Not for lunch. I can't.

Just a second.

Bastard.

Sorry, I work too.

It can't be when you decide.

I'm perfectly calm, okay!

Can you meet the boys from school?

I'll see you there.

It's easier that way.

Off you go.

When?

I'm leaving before the holidays.

When will you see the kids?

Like now, not often.

Not often?

You see them nearly every day.

I hate being a Sunday dad

or a school pick-up dad.

I have no place here now.

I have no wife, no kids,

no family.

What am I doing here,

like some erk,

sitting in my room,

waiting for visiting time?

That's all up to you.

If it was, there'd still be a family.

Even when it's up to you,

it doesn't work. This proves it.

You've become hard, Justine,

really hard.

Are you right to act this way?

Could I have another coffee?

Can I have one too?

I don't think I can love you

after this,

after the humiliation

and lack of respect.

- I thought you hated that word.

- No, I hate you.

All the more reason to go.

Will you two stop arguing?

We're not arguing,

we're having a calm discussion.

We say terrible things.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

Just you wait!

I'll get your brother!

I started on the wrong bit.

Help!

Who's this little boy

attacking his mommy?

I'm having a nap.

A little nap.

- Hey, ducks!

- Let's feed them.

Let's catch that duck.

Are you giving them the bread?

- Where is he?

- Over there.

Bread.

Wait!

A slimy bit of bread.

What are you doing? Careful.

Give me your hand, love,

I haven't got boots.

Bath tonight.

Anyone here?

o you have any eggs today?

How many do you need?

I don't know. A doen.

- For instance. Okay?

- Thank you.

Constantin, what are you doing?

Wait for me.

Fat pig...

Piggy...

Come here, let me eat you.

Your ass stinks.

Is he eating it? Mind your fingers.

- Look who's here!

- Grandpa! Wait for us.

Grandpa, wait for us!

Off we go!

Grandpa, take us to the duck pond.

Come on, sonny.

Here we go, grandpa.

Put that away, Constantin.

Give me your plate.

Gran, I like potatoes.

- Feed us! Feed us!

- Jeremy!

Put that down. Want a drop?

Jeremy, stop it. There's food there.

Constantin, put it away.

- I need the saIt.

- I'll get it.

Sorry, I helped myseIf first.

All right, dear?

I'm okay, dad.

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

You never seemed happy.

Perhaps I can't be happy.

You were always a bit sad,

even as a child,

but not like this.

You can be merry,

laughing, comical...

A bit like today, in fact.

It's good to see you like that.

It's made me very happy.

It's sweet of you to say so.

It's not sweet, it's natural,

you're my daughter

and I love you.

I'm sorry if I haven't...

What?

Made everyone get along.

You can't change people.

But I've changed.

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