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words from his country.

He gave me the coat and the doll.

And I go away with him.

After, I not remember.

After, another country...

Rich country.

Big white house... rich.

And the man, he live with his wife.

She is beautiful.

Golden hair...

I have pretty room

and very good bed.

There is a big green garden

with much, much light.

But I am afraid,

always afraid.

And I cannot speak, never.

After, the woman,

she is getting big.

And after, after...

in the house, the little baby.

And I'm very afraid!

But this child...

when he grow a little,

he call me to play with him.

With him...

I know I am same...

as trees, earth, the animals.

I live.

So if it rains,

I know:
This is rain...

and I am Isabelle!

But the woman,

when I kiss the child,

she is very angry.

She says that I attack

the little child!

Like a dog!

I cry loud!

I roll on the floor!

And I must go... again.

Because I...

I am very bad person!

After...

new country.

I stay in village

with woman from village.

I call her Aunt.

Aunt Ziba.

I live with her children.

I work the cows, the land.

It is good...

the land is good for me.

Only after, after,

everyone get crazy.

Completely crazy!

All over, fire.

All over, bombs fall!

And men kill men...

women... children...

and even kill corpses!

After, our village burn.

We leave

and we walk, walk, walk.

And all over, corpses.

And we cross borders at night.

And Aunt Ziba,

she tells me and I understand:

My mother...

she died...

when I am born.

And the man from France

is my father.

So I go away to France, alone.

Till here, till your house...

my brother.

But now...

I don't know...

who I am.

Please...

Forgive.

Well?

Nothing.

I'm worn out, going to bed.

What do you mean, nothing?

Lucie called!

I'll go to see her tomorrow.

You're hiding things.

You've never hidden anything

from me before...

or I've been blind.

Be careful, Pierre.

Sort things out quickly or I...

I told to you the truth.

Isabelle?

Yes, here.

No harm will come to you

ever again.

That's all over, understand?

I'm here now.

I said to you already.

I want nothing...

but you believe me.

If I believe you, I...

I believe you.

I believe you.

- Lucie wonders why you...

- I know!

Are you awake?

I have to go away.

I've found out...

there's... someone.

I have to go away.

I'm in here.

Are you going to tell me?

Me?

I'm leaving... Today.

To live in Paris.

With Lucie?

Without Lucie.

Alone?

"In the Light"

Stop!

Stop it!

There's nothing!

What did you expect?

What do you want in here?

It's dangerous.

Where have you been?

Who have you been talking to?

What have you imagined?

That... she exists?

What?

What did you say?

Augusto!

Has anyone been wandering

around here recently?

Has Pierre talked to you?

Speak!

Open your mouth or you'll see

what mine can come out with!

Listen...

I've made up my mind.

It's the only solution.

We're going to live together.

No, Pierre. It's wrong.

No, it's not!

No one must know that you're...

For the world, you'll be my wife.

All my life,

I've waited for something...

that would push me

beyond all this.

I've started a new book.

We'll have money.

Watch the child, please.

Don't let her put her feet

on the seat.

What do you mean?

Her feet aren't on the seat!

Calm down, sir.

I think I asked politely.

I don't think you did.

This is the end of the boulevard.

- You didn't start at the beginning.

- I did, sir.

No, I'd have recognized

the building.

Go round again, please.

I'll leave you here, that's enough.

Go round again, please!

Who'd you think you are?

- Your friends aren't clean.

- What did you say?

What are you doing? Stop!

You're going to apologise!

Apologise!

Turn round and apologise.

It burns!

Let me see...

- What's going on?

- It's tear gas.

- I didn't mean to.

- Is it your cab?

Where's the gas?

- In my pocket.

- Freeze!

Want to go to the hospital?

How long have you been in France?

- 15 years.

- The car's registration.

In the glove-box.

Get it for me.

Who's she?

Get out, please.

- Got any ID?

- You know her?

Yes, she's with me.

Got any ID, miss?

It's nothing, Isabelle.

Don't worry.

Got any ID, sir?

Me? Of course.

Give me your ID! Come on!

Are you crazy?

They wouldn't let me wait inside.

Are you okay?

My face? Don't worry,

nothing serious. Come on.

I guess she was scared

of the police.

What about you?

Do you have the right papers?

I'm okay.

This is it.

I'd like to see Thibault.

He's not here.

I'm his cousin,

he said I could stay.

He's not here, sorry.

- What happened, Pierre?

- Where's Thibault?

Through there.

I'm coming! Where is he?

Sorry to turn up like this.

I need your help. It's important.

Can we talk?

Who is he?

Who let him in?

It's urgent, I need you.

"It's urgent"?

But who is he?

Someone show him out. Music!

You're f***ing with me?

I don't understand but I'm Starting

to see your true face!

- What's he talking about?

- You know full well!

At last, a little truth, cousin!

What an impostor!

Out with him!

Bastard! I'm throwing you out!

Of my life! For good!

Isabelle, it's okay.

What would you like to do today?

Go look at animals with you?

Animals?

Big garden with many animals.

That's a little baby monkey.

Big baboon.

Family?

Yes, family.

Mummy monkey with baby monkey.

E-le-phant.

Look, he hates us all.

He thinks humans stink.

See you tomorrow?

Yes... tomorrow.

You want to stay?

Not on the street then. Here.

You stink.

You stink.

Pierre, it's me... Can I come in?

Always, Isabelle.

Very dark here.

Dark?

Come here, near me.

My sister...

You have not Start

to write your new book?

It's my fault.

No, not at all!

Belle...

I'm another Pierre now.

Thanks to you.

Yes, I owe you everything.

The ideas I had at home

for a second novel

make no sense now.

What's in this?

Sincerity? I was blind!

Now, I need new tools,

understand?

Raging torrents, volcanoes...

The stuff for a true book!

I want to see what's hidden

and live my hidden life to the full.

Then I'll be able

to write that book...

worse than the worst disease

known to man!

The real truth...

Yes, I'll write that!

But...

I'm not ready yet.

Pierre...

What are you talking about?

Belle, I'm scared...

Come to me.

I feel sick!

Brother...

My little brother.

Don't call me that anymore!

Marguerite!

Pierre, my boy.

- I'm happy to see you.

- Me too.

How are we?

Marguerite, I need money.

You?

As for your new novel,

you'd like an advance.

I'd be glad to give you one...

But everything you've told me

sounds terribly confused.

You worry me, Pierre.

Your appearance...

your conversation...

I barely recognize you.

This need to spit the world's

sinister truth in its face

is as old as the world itself!

You know what Musil wrote:

"One can't resent one's era without

being swiftly punished by it."

Be careful!

You dream of writing

a mature work but your charm

lies in your thorough immaturity!

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