Untouchable Page #3

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Tell me Driss, why do you think

people are interested in art?

- I don't know, it's a business.

- No.

That's because it's the only thing

one leaves behind.

That's bullshit. For 50 bucks and a stop at a hardware

store, I can leave something behind as well.

I can even add extra blue

for free if you wan

Stop talking nonsense.

Give me a M&M's.

No.

Give me a M&M's.

No feet, No sweets.

Hey, I'm joking.

It's a joke!

- Oh it's a joke!

- Well yeah!

- A joke...

- A good one, right?

Really funny.

It's a classic.

No feet, No sweets.

Give me one.

- It's so good!

- Cool it.

Oh come on!

No legs, Philippe.

I'll say it again for the tight-ass chick.

Too bad there's no audience.

Sorry, I was wrong about the price.

- Sounds right.

- Yes.

It's 41.500 euros.

I'll take it.

Really.

Hi, Philippe.

How are you doing?

You summoned me, I'm here.

I'm listening.

What's so important?

I didn't 'summon' you...

Can't you guess?

Who is this guy?

Everybody's worried.

Yvonne told me he's unstable,

brutal.

He hit a neighbour.

Philippe, you know better than

me you have to be careful.

You can't let anybody come

at your place.

Especially given your condition...

In this case...

I'm not quite sure you know

who you're dealing with.

Go on...

I have contacts in the police.

He's not Al Capone, but...

he's not mother Theresa either.

He's just out of prison.

If at least he was qualified...

but I hear he sucks.

Be careful. You know guy from

the suburbs have no mercy.

That's it.

That's what I want.

No mercy. [=No pity in french]

He often hands me the phone,

you know why? He just forgets.

So you're right. He doesn't really

feel any empathy for me.

But he's tall, strong, healthy,

and not as dumb as you think.

So for now, given my 'condition'

like you say...

I don't give a damn about where

he comes from and what he's done.

As you want.

That's all you wanted to say?

Hey, Magalie.

- Do you have a minute?

- No, not really.

I just want to show you

something really fast.

- What is it?

- Don't freak out, you'll see.

- One minute, that's it.

- Deal.

- So?

- So I have a bathtub.

See.

- Really fascinating...

- Yeah.

- So what?

- I was thinking...

we could take a bath.

It's big. There's enough room.

I have bath salts, shower gel...

Alright.

Why not, after all?

Exactly. Why not.

Go ahead.

- Start undressing.

- Oh you're gonna play it naughty.

I like that.

I'm taking off my clothes.

No problem.

What?

Where are you going?

You agreed!

We don't even have to use the salts.

What are you looking at?

I'm always anxious in the morning,

when the mail arrives.

As Apollinaire once said...

Quote...

'I'm desperate when I don't hear from you...

Wait.

I'm lost, you're going too fast.

I was at:
"As Apollinaire once said... ".

Quote 'I'm desperate when I don't hear from you...

You might not get it, but this

is an intimate time.

- Nope, I don't get it.

- Give it back.

I'll shut it down if you explain.

There's nothing to explain.

He's sending letters.

Letters?

- To whom?

- To women, usually.

Tell me, who is it?

There's one in particular.

Eleonore.

Who is Eleonore?

I've never seen her.

How come?

That's how epistolary relationships work.

It means they write letters

they only communicate by mail.

I'm not stupid, I got it.

Are those the blue letters?

What a seducer.

He's 'epistoling' like a boss

What about you?

Isn't there someone?

Even Albert, the gardener?

- Not at all.

- Come on, I noticed.

He always has a smile for you.

Am I right?

- Am I right or not?

- Stop it now. It's ridiculous.

So did he get some or what?

- What are you talking about?

- Did he plant his own cucumber?

What?

- I can't believe you...

- Albert, Albert...

- Soon.

- No!

Soon, trust me.

F***.

Hello...

Are you ok?

Do you need music?

Stay calm.

Calm down, Philippe.

Philippe.

Hey, Philippe.

Try to relax.

Breathe slowly.

Can you hear me?

Slowly.

You're gonna be ok.

I need air.

Air!

The fresh air feels great.

- What time is it?

- I don't know, around 4 am.

I haven't been out in Paris by

this time of the day in a long time.

What happened?

Medication side effect.

Doctors call these 'Ghost pains'.

I rather say that I'm a frozen steak

thrown in a burning pan.

I don't feel anything, but it's still painful.

It has to stop. There must be

something that will relieve you.

Yup. This could relieve me.

Well, we're all a little sick

when it comes to this...

I might even be sicker than you.

By the way, I meant to ask you.

About the ladies...

Can you...?

How does it work?

I have to adapt.

But concretely...

Can you do it or not?

I don't know if you're aware, but I have

no feelings between my neck and my toes.

So you can't.

It's complicated.

I can, but I'm not always

the one to decide when.

Also, there's pleasure to be

found elsewhere.

Really?

You can't imagine.

I sure can't.

What do you mean?

The ears, for instance.

What about the ears?

It's a very sensitive,

erogenous area.

So you get your ears licked?

I couldn't have thought about that.

Philippe.

- Hit that. It will help.

- What is this bullshit.

Come on, it can't get any worse.

Hit it.

Come on, harder.

Alright, let's share.

More.

- A bit more.

- Enough for tonight.

Sorry to bring this back, but I'm

really curious about the ear thing.

So if you have red ears, it means

you're turned on?

That's it.

Sometimes I even wake up with

hard lobes.

Both of them?

I met my wife Alice when we were

studying political sciences. We were 20.

She was tall and elegant.

Joyful bright eyes.

I saw pictures at your place.

It's the blonde one, right?

Not bad.

We had an incredible story together.

I wish you the same.

God I loved her so much.

Then she got pregnant once, twice...

She had five miscarriages.

Finally the doctors gave a diagnosis.

She didn't have much longer.

We decided to adopt anyway.

Sir.

Please.

Please!

Yes.

I want...

I'm gonna have a tarte tatin.

But cooked all the way.

Because the chocolate cake had a problem.

It was all fluid inside...

flowing everywhere. It was weird.

- That's why?

- Yes.

I'm still gonna have a tarte tatin.

I always liked competition.

Extreme sports, speed...

Going faster, higher...

I had it all with paragliding.

I got high, could see everything.

And breathe.

I was raised with the conviction I was

good enough to pee on the whole world.

I'd like to drink something.

My mouth feels dry.

That's one of the side effects

when you smoke weed..

- What are the other ones?

- It makes you hungry...

And chatty.

And then a day of bad weather,

a day I shouldn't have gone paragliding.

But you did.

Maybe to to share Alice's pain,

because I knew she wouldn't make it.

In the end, two broken cervicals.

And only my head left to get high.

The pain didn't take my mind away.

My true disability is not having

to be in a wheel chair.

It's having to be without her.

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