The Queen of Hearts

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- Morning.

- Morning.

Here.

Celine, please come to the checkout.

- The check's not in your name?

- No, it's my boyfriend.

Doesn't matter, can't do it.

- But I've got his ID.

- Do you have another form of payment?

Err, no.

Dennis!

Yes, Nadine.

What's going on?

She has a check not in her name,

and no other way of paying.

But I've got his ID.

- Go on!

- Thank you!

Get out of here!

Yes, you! Out!

The

Queen

Hearts

The Queen of Hearts

"Adele,

I can't explain,

I can't find the right words

to explain to you my pain.

It's the pain of living.

Maybe a sort of storm deep inside me.

My head hurts, my body hurts.

Abstract wounds

that cause me pain

and lead me to this conclusion:"

It's all over between us.

"You gave everything and I took it all,

but it's not enough.

Love itself is not enough, I believe. "

I'm suffocating.

If you leave, I'll kill myself.

You don't believe me? Watch this!

Let go!

"Today, you see me as a monster.

One day, you'll thank me. "

Let go!

You said you'd never leave me!

You lied!

Bastard... A**hole...

Son of a b*tch

- He's a sh*t!

- Sweetie...

Sweetie.

Sweetie,

splitting up is murder.

What will become of me?

I want to die!

No no no!

Stop it, that's enough.

Enough nonsense, now.

I'm going to give you

a little something to do you good.

Here, hold this.

With a little glass of water. Hup!

There.

Now, you can't stay here...

not good for you.

You need a change of air,

go somewhere else.

You need to... breathe fresh air.

I don't have anywhere to go.

This is his house.

I've got no job.

I've got nothing.

Your mother?

I'd rather die!

Your father?

Don't have one.

There's my cousin Rachel,

but she won't want me.

Adele, can you explain to me,

who is this Spanish lady?

I'm the neighbor next door.

Mathieu has left Adele.

She wanted to kill herself,

you got that?

I gave her tranquilizers.

- Really?

- Yes.

I work all day.

I can't leave her alone in this state.

Why don't you take her?

Because she's not my family.

Today, just this once,

I can watch her here

while you work.

Impossible. I hate people

in my house when I'm not there.

This is what we'll do.

You wait for me in the park

and I'll collect her after work.

Okay, we'll do that.

Okay. We meet here at 5:00 pm.

See you at 5:
00.

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

What's going on?

No!

But how?

He fell? He's bleeding?

I'll be right there.

Who are you?

Where's the Spanish woman?

She left in a hurry.

She left her with me.

I'm Pierre.

- Thank you, Pierre. I'm sorry.

- Please don't worry. it was no trouble.

I live right there in the student dorm.

I spend my days here, for my studies.

Very interesting.

Well, goodbye, Pierre.

Goodbye, Miss. Ma'am.

Please excuse her.

What got into you?!

A moment of craziness.

It's the Spanish woman's tranquilizers.

We'll throw them out.

You know, it's not the end of the world.

Look at me, before I went to Italy,

I had hit bottom.

Then, in Italy,

I met this great guy.

He said he wanted to come

and live in Paris.

I was crazy with joy.

Obviously, I didn't show it.

I think I'm in love.

- I think we have a problem.

- What?

I'm sorry, darling, but I can't sleep

with a woman. It's a neurosis.

There.

Good night.

You're not getting dressed?

You should because

we're leaving in five minutes

and there's no way

I'm going to be late because of you.

He didn't even call me.

I have to remind you,

you don't have a cellphone.

You can't carry on like this.

You have to get over him.

You have to live for you,

to meet other men.

Find a job, an apartment.

In short, you have to build your life.

I wanted to build it with him.

- I want to live and die with him.

- You loved him that much?

I don't know if it's that,

to love someone

But I feel that

when you look at someone

And he becomes a blur

because emotion's driving us crazy

When you can't speak because

everything's melting between us

From my dreams

His wise beauty

Paralyzes me

And I could

Stay for eternity

Without moving, just breathing

his tender morning scent

I don't know if it's that,

to love someone

But I feel that

when you look at someone

And he becomes a blur

because emotion's driving us crazy

When you can't speak because

everything's melting between us

The passion, the desire

Inside of me

To wake him every day

With my mouth, kissing him

Not on his mouth but on his dick,

it's my desire and my secret

I don't know if it's that,

to love someone

But with him

it was like that every morning

I think I will never

get over it

Because the pain of love

is the worst of all.

Morning, Pierre.

- Do you remember me?

- Yes, hello.

I need to ask you a big favor.

I have to go to work.

Can you look after Adele?

I can't leave her alone.

- Yes, no problem.

- Thank you, that's very kind.

Please excuse her,

she's not very presentable.

There.

Buy her something to eat,

a sandwich.

See you later.

I never did that! No!

So answer me!

Why do you say that?

You can't do that!

Why is it over?

That's completely...

Hello?

Hello?! Hello?

Sh*t!

What is it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

- What's that dumb look?!

- Hey, cool it!

You've never seen someone who's sad,

angry? That doesn't exist in your world?

Idiot!

Dummy!

Useless git!

What a woman!

Can I ask you something?

Are you sick?

Yes, I think so.

Can it be cured?

No, I don't think so.

You're sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Anyway, I don't want to be cured.

I want to let myself die.

Ah, well that's very different.

Why don't you commit suicide?

I already tried once,

but I messed it up.

That's too bad.

Well, luckily, otherwise I'd be dead.

But you just said the opposite,

that you wanted to let yourself die.

No, that is...

I'm unhappy, I'm suffering

and I want to continue suffering,

to continue loving him.

- Who?

- Mathieu.

Why, is he dead?

No, he left me.

That's tough.

But you'll get over it.

My cousin said

I have to meet other men.

She's right.

- I don't like any of them.

- Have you met a lot?

No, only you

and I don't like you at all.

I didn't ask anything from you.

I don't give a damn if you like me.

I don't like you at all,

with your rotten unhappiness.

- You're very mean.

- I'm mean?

I could not take care of you.

I don't know you.

Plus, it's cold.

If I was mean,

it's because you hurt me.

You too, you hurt me.

Okay. In fact,

you never admit you're wrong.

- Yes, I do.

- No, you don't!

- You don't.

- I do. Stop bugging me!

Give me an example then.

Well, err...

for example, it's my fault Mathieu left me,

because I'm a big zero.

That's not recognizing your faults.

That's flagellating yourself.

Really?

What I said before,

I didn't really mean it.

Why did you say it?

I don't know.

I was afraid

that you wanted to sleep with me.

I must be truly repulsive.

I'm sorry but this kind of situation

makes me panic.

Adele,

I don't know you

but I respect you.

Shall we meet again tomorrow?

With pleasure.

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