Hello, Mr. Rousseau?
It's Michel Hermann. Hello.
Tell me, does the name Celia Shelburn mean anything to you?
Celia Shelburn? Of course!
Really? I only heard of her last week.
She's 24 and she's going to write her memoirs.
She's got lots to tell, so you've got lots to write.
So I had to rush back to Paris
to start my new job with Celia Shelburn.
Anyway, it's 46B28.
I have red wine, Diet Coke.
I love...
It was funny.
We can speak French, if you prefer. I speak French, too.
You speak French? Okay. Fine.
By 18, I'd toured the world several times.
Really?
It's such a drag to be so famous.
Yeah, I imagine.
Do you see the boats pass by at night?
Yeah, it's beautiful. I love that.
I've always dreamed of seeing that.
Celia, I've gotta go!
I lost track of time!
Every morning, she had a cardboard croissant from the Pakistani deli.
I told her those things were disgusting.
But she said she really liked...
French breakfasts.
I, on the other hand, always habituate myself to local customs.
So it was bacon and eggs for me.
My idea had been to take a little stroll,
to show her Paris.
As time went on,
I sensed we didn't want to separate.
We didn't want just a little stroll.
We wanted a much longer stroll.
At one moment, I don't know why,
I don't know how, this happened...
I felt her hand say...
"Really? Are you sure?"
And my hand said, "I'm sure.
"I want to and I sense you do, too. "
She squeezed my hand even tighter. She wanted to.
It's wild how strong these stupid moments can be.
Those 12 seconds
will be etched deep inside you forever.
In the movies, most love stories end there.
It's better not to show what comes next.
But that's the interesting part.
- Stay! - Let me go!
No! Stay!
Let me go!
What the fuck are you doing?
Neus!
Fuck you!
Neus! I don't believe it!
What are you doing? Come back!
Where are you going?
It was like we had to go through that.
Like going through all that wacky shit reassured us somehow.
It proved we were in love.
You know, I feel a little weird working with you.
Why?
Well, a month ago you were a stranger and now...
I tell you my life story...
You're gonna write it.
You've become my mirror.
I hope you don't find me too superficial.
Not at all.
You're a spoiled child but you have a strong personality.
You think so?
You're a beautiful person.
Your dream's about to come true.
The next morning, everything had changed.
Even my scooter wasn't the same.
Get out!
Get the fuck out!
Wendy and I decided to visit William in Saint Petersburg.
Beginning a relationship is like going on a trip.
And going far away can show how close you can be.
William took us to the Komunolka where he and Natasha lived.
A communal apartment occupied by several families.
Hello.
This is my sister Wendy. And Xavier.
Please, come in.
Come on, Natasha!
This is my sister, Wendy. Xavier.
Oh! Hi!
Can't you put some pants on?
Oleg, this is my fiancé's family.
You could make an effort.
Well, tell your fiancé...
Must you walk around in your skivvies?
It's my house. If I feel like wearing skivvies, I'll wear skivvies.
With or without English people.
Make them some tea. And thanks a bunch, Oleg.
I love you, too, darling.
I'm sorry that you're seeing the place like this.
Times are changing. I'm about to buy the whole apartment.
It'll be great when it's just for our family.
- Won't it? - Sure.
This is "the street of ideal proportions."
The height of the buildings is equal to the width of the street.
And the length is 250 meters.
Moscow? You're in Moscow?
I don't know...
No! I didn't say that. It's not far. Why not?
Two days?
I don't know if I can. Of course I want to.
Yeah, great.
Any guy with a normal constitution would have run after her.
Me, I didn't move.
Or, rather, it's the train that moved.
I just let it.
I'm happy to see you.
I was all alone in Moscow.
I was so bored.
Then I remembered you were in Russia too.
I thought, "That's too dumb. We've got to see each other!"
I'm so happy you came. You're really a great guy.
Yes, you are.
1,500.
She was just so beautiful.
Celia is the stuff that dreams are made of.
So beautiful, she's almost not real.
It'd be incredible to spend your life with a woman like that.
Please!
Andrej!
Take out the champagne!
I felt the sub-woofer calmly pounding away.
After all, that's what a boom box is supposed to do.
That's what it does.
We must like that low tone.
We all want to vibrate.
Celia is the female equivalent of "the street of ideal proportions."
We're not on earth long, so that's the street we want to live on.
I could've spent hours, gazing at a girl like that.
Just watching her live, walk,
lulled by the swing of her skirt,
inebriated by the fabric sliding against her body.
I could have lived on that an entire lifetime.
But can you live like that?
They were right, I had to stop dreaming and get back to real life.
Hey, bitch!
This street of yours... Wanna know something?
It's ugly!
I've left Wendy three messages.
Why is she avoiding me?
Relax. She'll call back sooner or later.
She's got her family, her brother's wedding. She's busy.
Yeah, ma?
I know, you told me two days ago.
I've got another call. I'll call you back.
What's all this shit about love?
How do we get so nuts?
The time we waste!
When you're alone, you cry, "Will I find her?" When you're not,
"Does she love me as much as I love her?
"Can we love more than one person in a lifetime?
"Why do we split up?"
All these fucking questions!
Yet you can't say we're uninformed.
We read love stories, fairy tales, novels,
we watch movies. Love, love, love...
You could just call her back.
Dear William and Natalia,
I'm pleased
to welcome you to our wedding palace.
Before registering your marriage,
I must ask
if your wish to marry
is mutual, sincere and free.
I ask the groom to respond.
I ask the bride.
Yes.
Still, this "till death do us part" masquerade is pretty insane.
You can't help being moved. You can't help believing it.
"The most beautiful day of my life." "For better or for worse..."
The photo album! We'll have that for life.
It's a day to remember.
The tombstone of our love that lives on for eternity.
It's awful, even I can't swallow it anymore.
Gorko!
I wish you happiness, my children.
I raise my glass to William
and his new family.
Cheers!
I miss you so much in Barcelona.
I love you all.
Cheers!
Everybody, dance!
On your feet, everybody!
Let's light a fire under this party!
Do I look like the farandole type?
Who cares? It's Saint Pete's!
Come on!
What the fuck do you care? Come on!
You okay?
Why are you crying?
Are you okay?
Everything's fine.
What's the matter?
Voilà! That's me...
I'm almost thirty. Still alone.
Same damn face... Can't change a thing.
Me. Screwed up old me.
No, that's too stupid.
Don't do that.
If I think about all the girls
I've known or slept with or just desired,
they're like a bunch of Russian dolls.
We spend our lives playing the game, dying to know who'll be the last.
The teeny-tiny one, hidden inside all the others.
You can't get to her right away. You have to follow the progression.
You have to open them, one by one, wondering, "Is she the last?"
Shit, I didn't finish!
Well, it's no big deal...
I'll finish the story later.
Wait, I'll help you.
I finished!
Super bueno!
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