The Very Private Life of Mister Sim Page #5

He thought he was Einstein,

and he tried to discover the square root of -1, a mathematic enigma.

He was sure he discovered the great secret of life itself.

He eventually ended up jumping in the sea.

His body was never recovered.

But a few months afterwards, the Teignmouth Electron was found.

And his diary, where he tells his whole story which ends with this sentence :

"It is finished, it is finished, it is the mercy."

It's finished, it's finished... Have mercy.

- Samuel !

- Franois Sim ! I'm quite happy.

- You told me to call you when I'm done with the book.

- So?

Well, it's... It's unbelievable, it's... This poor Crowhurst...

- Yes, it's crazy to see how his loneliness drove him mad...

- I'm mad at his publicist, he is the bad guy here...

Rodney Hallworth, quite a weirdo.

He put the pressure on him, told everyone

he was a better sailor than he actually was, bragged in the press...

He killed him basically. I can't forgive him.

Don't you think he killed himself?

No, no, no... He couldn't do anything else.

Have you experienced loneliness? Real loneliness?

Eee... No, No... Not really.

- Well, I have an appointment... I have to... I...

- OK.

- I will have to hang up...

- Good bye.

- Thank you. Goodbye.

- I embrace you.

Why is he embracing me?

- Is everythink OK?

- 15 minutes more.

This is the IP009, a leading product. A revolution in oral health.

The handle is in hazelnut, the brush in pig hairs.

OK, but this is a gas station, not a pharmacy.

- And?

- And I don't sell toothbrushes in here.

But you are wrong, everybody has teeth.

Your customers, don't they have teeth?

- We are not interested.

- Well, I'm sorry, but you are not modern !

The future belongs to versatile shops !

It's not like "oil", "sponges", "chips" !

If you don't understand that, you will go down !

- Leave me alone now !

- This situation is because of people like you !

- This is the 21st century, damn !

- Etienne, can you come please !

And what is this? Alcohol? You sell alcohol in a gas station?

Oral health, nobody cares,

but getting drunk while driving, no problem !

Hey, what's going on here? What's the matter?

- I want 2 bottles of whisky.

- Well, give him the whisky.

- The car is ready.

- You take the credit card?

- Ah, Audrey ! What a pleasure !

- Where are you now?

- I am on the road between Cannes and Mandelieu.

- It's the Esterel, it's gorgeous...

- I don't care about Esterel, Sim ! You give up and you come back now !

- Why would I give up? I have plenty of meetings...

- Come back now, bring the car back ! Is it clear?

- I can't hear you, I'm getting in a... In the Frejus tunnel...

- In 500 meters, turn right.

- I know what you think.

You think "He lied about his position"...

Don't worry. I won't jump off the boat.

Don't worry about this.

- Calculating.

- Now this is what I like with you, you take me as I am !

You don't judge me !

You don't judge me.

I arrived in Paris in October 1957.

I arrived in Paris in October 1957.

I wanted to be a poet.

Until then, I was working as a waiter in a large brasserie,

rue du Faubourg Montmartre.

I'm coming right away.

Take care of your ass !

I was there since one week when I saw something

which would change my life.

Hey ! You !

What was that !

You jumped on my leg !

Is that a joke?

Wait, I'm thinking... Yes exactly. You're a joke.

How is stealing 2 old croissants going to be a problem?

You wanted to put them in your safe tonight?

Take your stuff and go.

Everybody agrees with this very decent decision?

It's unfair.

You want to go too?

You are the only one who said something earlier.

- I wanted to thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Even if afterwards you stayed quiet...

- I can't afford to lose my job.

Nobody can afford, and everyone shuts up.

During war time, we call that collaborating !

This is how Francis entered into my life. He stayed forever in my memory.

I wrote every event of these few weeks.

Baudelaire, of course. But Mallarm? Here is a genius.

And decades later, I can live each second once again.

- I wrote poems too.

- You? But what did you live?

You just fell from the nest.

You can't be a poet when you haven't lived.

I met with Francis every evening,

and I spent all my days waiting for the evening.

- You have to listen to Chostakovitch. He's so powerful.

Francis was enthusiastic, educated, stubborn.

- I want to leave Paris. People think too small here.

Frivolous. Impatient. Cruel.

- I will hitch-hike through America like Jack Kerouac.

We could take a boat in May.

- You want me to go with you?

- We leave everything, we go off on an adventure. You and me.

- With which money?

- I will ask my sister, she's rich.

She married a powerful chemist.

Can you picture this?

He was dominating me completely.

But I was OK with that.

Come closer... Smile. A real smile !

To have him as a friend gave me strength.

I felt like I was invincible.

- Why are you coming here?

- My b*tch sister doesn't want to give me money.

Women are not reliable. Sit down.

She doesn't care about our trip.

- Well, too bad...

- You know what she said? She's very much against homosexuality,

and she wished a painful punishment to those who live by it.

What a sad news for people like us !

Farewell, creep.

Francis, I had another idea for the money.

I know where they hide the day's profits.

- Are you serious?

- Sure. We are on the road! I'm ready! I can do this!

We won't live your slave life! We're above this!

We are sorcerers.

46.000... Did you take it all?

We need 4 times that...

Our trip is gone, you messed up.

- What do you mean?

- We will spend our life here, like all these losers. What you did is useless.

You are the loser ! I lost my job, the cops will look for me !

And you say it's useless?

You are an impostor, Francis.

I don't know why I followed you everywhere for weeks.

Why do I have to do anything,

just for you to stop treating me like trash.

Really? You wonder why?

Wait ! Come back !

After that, my life became quiet.

I met Barbara. I courted her, she seemed to like it.

- I'm not really into classical music. More into Luis Mariano.

Do you know "La belle de Cadix"? I love it.

- Oh, chestnuts! You want some?

- No thanks, but please, go.

I'm coming.

- You can still save yourself. Tonight, 9pm. The Select.

Bring your stuff. We leave. You will come?

I arrived very early on, ready to assume my life.

But at 9:
15, no Francis still.

After 15 minutes, I remembered

that there was another cafe called "The Select" in this neighborhood.

I lost Francis.

3 months after that one night stand,

I received a letter from Barbara's father.

She was pregnant, and I was expected to act as a man with honor.

Franois was born 4 months after our wedding.

Is Jacques here?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm going around the world. You?

I'm a pathetic mistake.

A cock lost in the wrong hole.

I can't see anything. I can't see anything!

In one km, turn right.

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