The Man of My Life
Synchronism: "espantalho"
Are you sleeping?
Yes...
You're not sleeping. You're talking.
I'm talking in my sleep.
Let's play!
Arthur, let Daddy sleep!
He's not asleep, he's talking!
I'm invincible. Indestructible.
I'm gonna take you down.
Come down! They'll be here soon.
They'll be here soon.
Are you coming?
They're here.
Gertrude? Is she here?
No. We've an Ilse now.
People in the village will love that. Just your type.
You're my type. Come here.
I have to get things ready.
I'm ready.
Not now, my love. Invite fewer people next time.
We'll have more time to fool around!
Fred...
You won't believe it. It's crazy.
Still the same guy?
No, someone new. I'm nuts.
Hi, nutty girl.
Hi Mom, you're so beautiful.
Got my flower t-shirt? Which one?
The cool one. Got it?
You've grown up, pretty girl.
You forgot? Capu...
You put on weight?
Ilse, got my flower shirt?
It was on the kitchen chair.
Daddy!
Daddy?
Mathieu!
He's all... naked! He's all naked!
Arthur, you're it.
Dad, want some sausage?
Actually he loves it... He's nuts about it.
Cheater! You're too close!
Dad, is there butter for the bread?
Yeah, cut it there, that's easier.
Do you mind... Wait a minute.
No problem... Go for it... I know you.
You okay, Ilse?
Fine, thanks.
Soft little waist.
You shaved!
Sorry, honey. It looks bad with sleeveless things.
You smell nice.
You were so hard after your nap.
Yeah, that was a long time ago. He's asleep now.
Let's try waking him up.
I saw our neighbor nude. Nice willy.
Have you lost your mind?
Not as nice as yours.
I drank too much. It's useless, he's asleep for good.
Forever?
Who knows?
Caress my butt.
Daddy!
Wait up, you meanie.
Mathieu's not helping!
Don't bother me nicht!
Daddy!
Jeannie!
I carry everything!
Dad, Jeanne's a meanie. I hate her!
You okay, little fruit?
Almost ripe? Catch!
Wait, little guy! I'll put the...
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah...
Do we invite cute willy?
No? Tonight?
It's sort of short notice.
You need formal invitations? Go on, I'll catch up.
Hello... I mean, hello, again.
Frédéric, I live...
Hugo.
We wanted to invite you to dinner, it's a bit last minute...
No need for formal invitations.
No.
It's just a barbecue... family, friends...
Thanks. I like family and friends.
Eight?
Excuse me?
Is eight all right?
Fine. That's fine.
See you then.
Girls, that's enough!
Can someone get that?
Frédéric, answer it?
No, I will!
Good evening.
I didn't hear you arrive.
Hugo.
That's the right way.
Kiss, kiss.
Girls, that's enough!
Can someone get that?
Frédéric, answer it?
No, I will!
Good evening.
I didn't hear you arrive.
Hugo.
Frédérique... too.
We set the table, Mathieu.
Thanks a lot.
I did the barbecue with Dad.
It'll be over-cooked.
Shit! Late as usual.
Late, but irresistible!
You get prettier every time.
I saw that.
She'll scratch my eyes out.
Stop.
How about me?
You're in for a big surprise!
Oh yes! More, more!
Benoît, this is Hugo.
Anne-Sophie.
Anne-So.
Mind if we eat while you talk?
You swim all naked!
Don't you ever swim naked?
No!
Arthur, calm down.
How do you know, anyway?
We saw you from the tree!
I won't have you spying on people.
Steiner's not a French name...
It's Swiss.
Swiss cheese.
Like I said, it's over-cooked!
Anyway, it's taken care of. Frédéric liked it.
Capucine, sit down!
She's gorgeous.
It's a riot down there.
He was ashamed to invite you over...
He was afraid we'd be too boring.
Not at all.
Don't deny it!
Mom, what are you saying?
Arthur hardly ate a thing.
Don't worry, he'll eat tomorrow.
You're all alone there. Winter won't be too...
He can drop in on me.
He's not eating. It's over-cooked.
Great duck. I'm full.
I love solitude. It doesn't scare me.
It scares us. We go everywhere in a crowd of ten.
I don't mind groups, in small doses. I like to choose.
I prefer twosomes. Dialogue is more my thing.
They say one Swiss makes a monologue,
two, a dialogue, three, a catalog!
Here, my beauty.
That's why they call them "Au Pair" girls.
One-track mind!
What a quick wit! What'll you say when I tell you I'm a fag?
Your cellphone!
It's not me.
It's mine, sorry.
Not again, Benoît.
Never ends.
Shouldn't have married a surgeon.
Card trick?
Another new cell?
He loses them.
Disposable cells.
It's a real pain.
Card trick?
Okay, honey.
Not you, Grandma. You know them all.
I'll get another bottle.
Our glasses are still full.
Not mine.
I gave them my new number. The service is mixed up. Got my list?
Card trick?
Later, we're talking.
Later we'll be asleep. Tomorrow then.
Come here, Mathieu. Show me, I love magic.
Who was it?
They were calling from I.C.U.
Pick a card, Sir.
Call me Hugo.
Pick a card, Hugo.
Say when.
When.
Transfusion?
I hope so.
I'd be scared. Do I keep going?
Oh, yes. Sorry.
Now I fan out the cards and you say when.
When!
Now I cut the deck,
and your card will come up on top...
King of Spades!
No.
So, the King of Spades
turns into...
That's it!
Bravo!
He's good, isn't he?
More magic?
Arthur, my cards.
He's tired. I'll put him to bed.
Capu, stop eating bread.
I'm hungry.
That's what I love about magic:
it happens when you're not expecting it, and when you're not looking.
He won't say goodnight.
Saint Arthur, pray for his father, may he sleep longer.
Night.
Goodnight, Arthur!
She eats too much bread.
"She" can hear you.
Eat it slowly.
He's right, savor it. It gets sweet...
It's more salty.
No, it's sweet.
Capucine, let's try an experiment.
Everyone can try it. Take a bit of bread... If nobody objects?
Put it under your tongue.
Just let the bread melt slowly.
And soon, the saliva will make the bread taste sweet. There's an enzyme
Capucine knows by heart,
called salivary amylase. It turns starch to sugar. Let's try it.
So, you're a teacher?
It takes a little while...
Mine's not working!
Be patient, Jeanne.
It takes time.
Get into it.
I'm a carnivore!
Pretty smooth.
7 years of chemistry... You don't fuck around at Sodemax.
That's my lab.
You don't look like a chemist.
What do I look like?
I don't know.
I guess I don't look much like a graphic designer.
You are what you are.
Communications... I could see you in PR or tourism.
Tourism is your dream field, honey.
Flight attendant!
Nice of you to think of me...
I could also be a fashion designer, a decorator or a dancer.
We fags have our quota of jobs just like the handicapped.
Some fags are just determined to be bakers,
cops, train conductors, senators, masons...
chemists! They exist.
Going to bed, Mom?
Pretty soon.
He wants a kiss.
I took your seat.
No, he wants a kiss from Hugo.
You get a signed drawing.
Okay, I'll go.
Upstairs.
Upstairs, second door on the left.
What were you talking about?
The handicapped.
Strange phenomenon. It's a mystery.
And tonight it's calm.
If it's gusty, you can hardly stand up.
I'm not allowed to have sugar. But I love it, and I can't help myself.
You know, it's definitely better when it's...
Don't you think? Mind you...
It's all I have now.
Come on!
I've girlfriends, it's not the same.
It could be.
Yes,
but... No. I like being alone.
I understand. There's nothing like it.
A handsome boy like you?
That's right.
I lost the man of my life fifteen years ago.
That's that. Since then, I just can't.
You might find someone. Even my mother remarried.
Arthur's room is...
Second door on the left.
And you? Don't you miss it?
Cake?
I get what I need.
Yeah, not really conventional...
You know, Anne-Sophie is...
Anne-So.
Anne-So comes on strong.
They have their own communication going.
Is Benoît in on it?
Don't, we'll do it tomorrow.
Yeah, she'll do it tomorrow.
Not too tired?
Never felt better.
Will you run tomorrow?
You bet.
What time is it? Gotta see my smurfs.
Smurfs?
Little blue men living together.
You know, The Boyz!
The night club? But it's nearly five a.m.?
No... Can't go now, it's way too early.
Planning to run later?
Okay,
what time?
Seven.
Isn't that a bit late?
You wear me out. I'm off to bed. How do you manage?
Hey, we're no pansies.
You get along pretty well.
Not too bad.
Have you got someone?
A husband? No, relationships are death.
Really?
Lots of my buddies are in relationships.
I've been asked to be a best man.
It's not my thing. But live and let live.
Really? So... you never lived with anyone?
No.
Never been in love?
I am when I make love. I like giving and receiving.
What is "in love"?
Thinking of the other person... I don't know...
You want to see them all the time, you dream of holding them...
I don't know... Sharing your life with them. Being in love...
Obsessed by the other person? You can't live without them?
Need to be in touch constantly? Miss them when they're with you?
Afraid they don't love you... or love you less?
Afraid to lose them?
Dependent, sad, anxious? No thanks. I don't ever want to fall in love.
Come on... "Fall" in love. Hit the ground.
I've never fallen.
But, come on... Love is more than that.
Okay, there is some pain involved,
I don't get why, but it makes you feel alive.
Great.
So you still feel that for Fred?
It's different now. The love is different.
It's more tender. The pain is gone.
And you feel alive...
Hey, Perfect Man.
Hello, Standing Man.
But not standing for long, I see.
I'm ready. Let's go.
Not me. I sent you an SMS.
Really?
Come and see my excuse.
I wanted to check out a naked angel.
He's beautiful!
This t-shirt isn't white.
It's okay for tennis.
It's tricky with your cape.
What are you up to, Arthur?
What are you doing?
Watch your mouth.
Let's go, we're already late!
Wait for me!
You're not in white!
Guillaume! I'm taking Arthur with me.
Arthur. Wait for me. Arthur!
Come on, let's go, we're late. Move it!
We booked. Let's go!
Arthur. Arthur. Watch it.
Arthur, wait a minute!
Wait for me. We'll catch up.
Not running?
Close the shutters, please.
Isn't that nice?
Yeah.
Doesn't that feel good?
Yeah.
How about there?
Great.
Watch out, everybody off.
It's a ghost parade down there.
Careful, they're armed.
With Fred, it's tender,
I love her. It's not the initial passion or craziness,
but it's good.
She's so... patient, and she understands me...
It's true it's not passion...
She's a great mom. She's perfect.
Come on, don't give me "perfection".
Man is wobbly, wounded, imperfect.
The only sure thing in life is death.
You can count on it. It's perfect, implacable.
I don't know...
I don't know, I just meant... Fred is marvelous.
I agree. No offense, but you want her to be perfect.
You expect a lot from her...
Perfect mother, perfect wife,
perfect at her job. Women have it very tough.
You're being tough on me.
No.
Yes, you are.
It's difficult. You speak really well.
You always say the right word, you think fast.
It's more difficult for me to...
I think more slowly...
and I can never express exactly what I'm thinking.
Frédéric, are you coming?
Sweetie pie.
Capucine, turn off the lamp, please. Arthur can't sleep.
Sleep tight, little guy.
Sweet dreams.
The sun illuminates the letters, casting shadows on the wall.
I've never seen anything... so...
I'm touched. Nobody's seen it yet. So, you like it?
More than that! I think it's...
It must be hard to calculate the rays' angles.
It's changing with the time of year. I guess.
I set it up in early summer. The winter angle will be odd.
See that?
Just as the word takes shape, it's already transforming.
It's ephemeral. That's what I like.
Will you cover the walls with letters and words... the floor?
No, it's almost finished.
Too bad, that would be beautiful.
Phrases, everywhere on the walls. An explosion of... Huh?
I want to keep it very pure. Understated.
Yeah.
Yeah, I was just saying... What do I know?
Love you forever, too. Sleep tight.
Of course the words move, they follow the sun.
You have to see it, it's...
It's magnificent!
Because... it's completely ephemeral.
It's funny he thought up something like that.
Amazing... He doesn't want to cover the walls with phrases.
He wants it to be very pure...
Where's my little chair?
What?
Downstairs. It was ugly.
It's always been there. Was it bothering you?
It just got to me.
Why? Do you miss it?
It was useful.
Yeah?
Give back my chair.
No.
Give it back.
Maybe...
I want my chair.
It depends...
Give me my chair.
No, never! Never!
Give me back my little chair!
Yes, yes, more, more... do the chair again...
Give me back my little chair...
No. They can't sleep in that room.
Let's put them in the back room.
Yeah, right, so the kids can hear us.
Is it just me or is Guillaume even more obnoxious?
He's not very subtle, but he's a good guy. Forget him.
So, where were we? Come on
Give me back my little chair! Yes, more...
Did I overdo it with the chair?
No.
I broke your concentration?
No. I'm not in great shape.
It doesn't matter.
What's that heart?
It's a cardiac frequency monitor.
That's handy. You can check you're alive when you want.
Yeah, if the battery goes, you go.
Daddy!
It's so hot. Unbearable.
You okay?
You didn't sleep much?
You're pretty.
Look, there's a wedding.
Coming, Arthur?
Nice. His R's are backwards.
Pauline used to write her N's backwards.
My daughter.
Kids can write in any direction.
We teach them left to right, right to left, up or down.
It's a convention. Babies see things from their beds.
80% of the time, they're lying down.
I can imagine it.
They hold picture books upside down.
They can see from any point of view.
The idea of up or down comes later, with standing position,
when they become "Homo Erectus".
Homo Erectus meaning "Standing Man"
Yes, of course.
I'm cold.
I'm often cold in the morning, every morning.
Ever since my dad kicked me out when I was young.
You're kidding.
Of course I am. I'm not cold because he threw me out.
What?
Alpha male stuff. He banished the weak one.
Go to sleep.
Yes?
Stop crying, Mom.
You didn't abandon him. Stop it.
Forgive me? Forgive me for what?
What... What don't I know?
That's beside the point.
It was 20 years ago! He didn't look before crossing.
You're like a broken record.
No. What do you want me to say?
It's taking its toll on you... You're there every day. (ravishing)
Try to see my point of view.
Yes. Kisses, Mom. Me too.
Coming!
So you're telling me that Man is wobbly...
How did you put it? Because he's alive...
And it's his awkwardness... I'm not sure the word you used...
Imperfection.
That's it. You said imperfection is life.
Perfection is death.
Basically.
Okay, well... I'm slow, you know.
So... I'm thinking that love,
being in love... fragile, doubting, and hurting
is a state of imperfection and it makes us feel more alive.
I'm not sure, I was just saying...
Relationships are a trap.
Capturing it destroys it.
The ultimate destruction is sharing your life.
The search for perfection.
Carné's film ends with the devil turning the lovers to stone.
Love forever petrified.
But their hearts were beating.
Sure. Buried alive.
Hi. There's a party on the square.
Feel like dancing?
People sleep in there!
Where? I can't see anything.
I don't know.
Are they dead?
I see mattresses.
Hey, what are you doing?
I'm leaving. I'm scared.
It's too scary!
Daddy!
Hey, I lost weight.
I didn't say anything.
So you have extramarital affairs...
You know, I like you. You seem nice,
but you can't ask me such personal questions.
It wasn't a question.
The tango is perfect.
It's beautiful. Not that.
It's perfect. There are no surprises.
You know the steps. Zero risk.
They're beautiful.
He could be anyone. She's in love with love.
Another man does the steps, it's the same.
You see?
Same dance, same music, same punishment.
You're not going to start that again.
You only see your theories, but you're not looking.
Look!
Look... It's better.
The little bride is lost in the eyes of the man she loves.
Nothing else matters.
They are imperfect. His hair is in his eyes.
Lovely mouth.
Very lovely mouth.
There's nothing...
A plastic bride and groom on a cake. Just a charade.
No! They're in love!
I just champion their love.
Now it's passion.
They can't see the end. It's already written.
You can't stop living because you know you'll die.
Look. See how much she loves him.
She hears the violins. The melody.
She hears it.
Do I shock you?
What?
It's just...
What about your own pleasure?
Yeah, right...
It's like you're not sharing. You give without receiving.
It's as if you watch yourself giving from a distance.
From the little chair by the bed, you watch yourself with her. It's odd.
What little chair?
No little chair by the bed? I pictured you with a little chair.
It's the way I am, that's all.
It's strange, all the same.
You don't let her give you pleasure, you're afraid to lose control.
Don't you think?
You are so pretty.
Stay, let me look at you.
I have to pee.
Come, come, come.
Little belly.
Don't press on it!
I fell asleep again.
I noticed.
I'm off to the market when the kids are ready.
I'll go now for a coffee.
What are you doing?
You hid it. I found it. Now I'm taking it upstairs.
What's wrong with this chair?
(No news, good news? Hugo)
You're not going?
I'd rather go with you.
We're gonna have candy!
You ran alone?
Yes, what a dream.
You okay?
Yeah.
Time to work. I'm going. Excuse me.
Going to the river later?
Don't think I should.
The kids could use my pool.
Okay.
Arthur, look out!
No!
Why?
Mommy!
You're truly unique.
I'm dead ordinary.
No, you pretend to be.
You wear Frédéric's disguise.
You're Fred's husband, Arthur's father, head of Sodomax.
Sodemax.
Too bad, I liked Sodomax. Yeah, well...
You're not there. I don't know where you are.
I'm here...
Where is your planet?
I'm less surprising and secretive than you.
What was your dream?
My dream...
Yes, when I grow up I want to be... I want to be?
A fireman.
No, your deepest dream.
A dream too big for you.
I don't know, I don't remember.
I'm bugging you. You don't like talking about yourself.
Talk about me That's all I want to hear
Talk about me That's all I care about
My loves, my moods, My heart throbs
My disappointments, My rages and my failings
Talk about me
Why go on about it?
Stop reviewing the past 20 years!
Everything has consequences.
You would've left him anyway.
It was over,
you didn't love him, all you did was argue!
You want to rehash this?
I went back then. That man wouldn't see me.
That man!
He wouldn't let me in the room. I stood in the hall like a jerk!
I'm not going. Do you hear? Even if he's dying.
Stop crying, Mom. Is George with you?
Say hello for me.
Ilse. Kids. Let's go, it's raining.
But you're not an animal.
Didn't see me last night.
Excuse me, I don't understand.
But how could a father...
...kick his own son out? Easy.
He says, "You faggot" to his son in disgust,
opens the big red door of their home
as the mother sobs about what she'll tell people,
and he tosses the son's bag out.
He says, "You've hurt us very much".
So the son won't feel he's suffering alone,
and he slams the door.
All you have left is an icy morning,
and a big hole in the pit of your stomach.
You know the worst part...
When he closed the door,
I could hear the burning question... the thing he was dying to ask,
the last thing my father wondered:
He was dying to ask, "Are you the man or woman?"
I wish he had asked because I would've loved to say:
"You know what's great, Dad? I don't have to choose."
It's high time to illuminate the stars.
I was afraid you'd miss this.
Thanks.
But their hearts were beating.
Buried alive.
That's not what the film's about, I don't agree.
On the contrary...
Yes, I know, I'm talking nonsense... You're right.
Can you send me a postcard from the Eiffel Tower?
Just like every year.
Bye-bye, Grandma!
I want to go to the station!
Let's go to the river. It's hot.
Bye, Grandma.
Bye, sweetheart.
Not tied down, okay.
That's a choice. A woman in every port.
A sailor, rather.
We'll talk again.
Goodbye. I don't exactly agree with you.
Hello.
Running tomorrow?
Naturally.
Are you okay?
Fine, honey.
I just... It's okay. Go back to bed.
Did you hurt yourself?
I'm fine. See you later.
What's wrong?
I twisted my ankle this morning.
Oh, shit.
Why did you come?
I felt like it. It didn't hurt so much...
You didn't feel the pain?
No... I don't know.
You can't run on that ankle.
I didn't feel it at the time.
You came anyway.
The laundry's drying.
What laundry? Where?
Are you okay? Having a good vacation?
You're not bored?
I'm fine.
There's Daddy! There's Daddy!
See what I'm doing? You wrap it above the foot.
If it's too tight, you loosen one layer. He'll yell.
Where's my thing?
Could you please speak properly, with real words?
You took a real tumble.
Not really.
He's indestructible.
Fine then.
I'll stay with you.
No. I'll just stretch out in a corner and take a nap.
Go ahead, don't worry.
If you want...
How is wobbly man doing?
Yes?
Fine.
She visited him? Good.
Yes, let me speak to her.
How are you? When are you coming, honey?
Give me a break! Big kiss, my love.
Stop, it tickles!
Is it just a sad dream
A child's nightmare
That makes my eyes shine bright
That makes my blood cry out
I wanted to check on you.
I'll get back to work.
I've lost sight Of my universe
I see from above
My life all askew
Is it just a sad dream
A child's nightmare
That makes my eyes shine bright
That makes my blood cry out
Lost on the tide
My horizon is blurred
Oh my love it is time To illuminate the stars
I've lost sight Of my universe
I see from above
My life all askew
You confuse me.
Listen. Stay off it
and take the pain-killers.
Shall I write it down? No. Easy on the wine.
Let him be.
I'm thirsty.
You drink a lot.
Ilse, the olives!
So authoritative.
Why not?
Fred, want some wine?
Arthur's nose got sunburned.
I forgot the suntan lotion.
The sun's hot by the river. It's strong and it burns.
We go too early. Maybe we should go later, when the sun's not so hot.
In the blistering heat...
Arthur says there are bugs in the shade. Insects that bite him...
It's too hot at noon.
I wet his hair, but it's too hot. I should take fruit.
Peaches or some other fruit to quench his thirst...
and cover him with lotion... I have to protect him more.
The sun is so very hot...
so very hot, and he is so small,
so small he's so small,
he's just so small...
Fred?
Flat tire?
Yes.
It's late. What's up?
I'm going home.
Where were you?
Weren't you at The Boyz? Naughty girl!
I'll be fine.
Put your bike in the trunk.
What are you doing?
I can't sleep.
Talk about me It might be harsh
But talk to me Talk to me about me
Ilse, come back. Stop!
I'll put your bike in the trunk!
It's a misunderstanding. It's not what you think.
What do I think?
I don't know. Her version.
Come to apologize? Or to call her a liar?
I was fooling around, but I didn't rape her.
She put up a fight.
I'm a family man.
I respect my wife and my kids. But I'm just a man.
She came on to me... She's very provocative.
I screwed up.
I don't get it. Is that an apology?
Yes, if you say so.
No, you say so!
You want to apologize.
Yes, of course I do.
So, do it.
All right.
You know me, I'm not a monster.
Don't tell anyone.
You know my kids, you can't hurt them.
Say something.
Why isn't she saying anything?
Ask her.
What?
To forgive you. You haven't asked.
All right! Sorry, okay? Fuck!
Even you said she was enticing.
Even me... A faggot?
Ilse, don't tell!
Why won't she answer?
Come on.
He had a little nightmare.
I'm not invincible. You're not either.
I'm not indestructible.
I'm fragile.
We're not invincible.
There are some major problems at the office. I must go.
Can't you handle it from here?
I'm the only one who can do it. If I'm not there
it's a catastrophe...
That's too bad.
I'd much rather stay here.
Why can't the others stay?
No, because... Matt, forget it!
It's complicated.
It requires lots of time. Capucine, give us a hand!
Come on, let's get going!
You're welcome to stay. Stay a while.
I really must get back.
Are you sure? We'd really love you to stay.
That's very sweet of you.
Give Ilse a kiss, because she has to leave.
Bye, Arthur.
She's all sad.
I'm so sorry.
Thanks anyway.
There are good people in families, too.
Sure, there are good people, that's not what I'm saying.
What a cliché... a man dying surrounded by family.
One big happy family!
I think it happens. It does.
Okay. When it works, it works.
You picture the family but the family pictures you, too.
If you don't match their picture, you're as good as dead.
For years, I've helped young guys dying alone in hospitals.
And you know why? The son doesn't fit the picture.
The parents don't see the ravages of the illness.
They don't realize their son needs them there to remember him.
There's a picture worse than their son dying.
Their son taking it up the ass!
I can't keep him from dying. We all die!
I'm fed up, Daddy. You're too rigid, severe!
I feel nothing for that man!
Your father. Not by choice!
I don't know who he is. Supposedly my father.
He threw me out 20 years ago,
and I grew up fast, but I owe him nothing!
And if you ignore me, I'll grow up faster?
I love you. But it's not an obligation.
Must we love our kids? Because we planted the seed?
I don't know. Why do you love me?
Because you're your own person.
Fair, loyal, intelligent, beautiful.
It's chance...
Because I'm decent, intelligent and beautiful?
I guess I'm pretty lucky...
because otherwise...
Sorry. What am I saying?
I love you because you're my daughter, of course.
Forgive me, forgive me.
It's not for him. It's for you.
You're not an orphan.
It's a pity!
He's so thin, I don't recognize him anymore.
He's not the same man. The hard edge is gone.
He's a human being on his death bed.
His eyes are huge, like he's waiting for something.
He says he's afraid.
He asks for you. He looks for you at the door.
Why didn't you tell me the truth about his illness?
You knew about the transfusion?
You knew what he had. If I'm so intelligent,
why didn't you tell me?
Daddy.
What's wrong with him exactly?
Hello. You want to...
Yes.
I'm Pauline, his daughter.
Frédéric.
Frédéric...
I live next door, with my wife...
Are you visiting?
No, I came to fetch him, we're off tomorrow.
Goodbye.
Are you going?
I'll give it back tomorrow.
I miss it already.
You're devastating.
Why did you come?
Why are you here?
You want to tell me something?
You're leaving...
Hello, Mother.
Thank you for coming.
Wake up!
Stop sleeping! Stop it! You sleep all the time.
Wake up.
Frédéric...
Stop.
You're in love.
Fred, don't do this!
You're my love, please. You're my love.
It'll be okay. Caress me.
Stop it!
Tell me you love me. Please. Want me, please.
Stop!
Want me.
I can't. It'll be okay. Look, I'm fine.
Stop. I can't.
There's no one else, but I just can't.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Arthur... my little guy...
I'm not indestructible. I'm not invincible.
I'm wobbly, imperfect,
I've a broken paw, heart in tatters.
I love you, but I know I still have to grow up.
My masked avenger. I'll come back.
You'll teach me to read backwards.
I'll come back to spar with you again.