I'm playing in a movie.
What kind of movie?
A costume movie.
Are you filming this evening?
Yes. The whole night.
I have to go there in an hour.
Can I come?
If you want to.
But if I come, I don't want to be thrown out.
What?
If I come, I don't want to be thrown out.
You can call me.
I don't know your number.
It's an American phone, so you have to dial 001.
Careful. It's strong.
See you later.
Yes?
It's Liz.
If you want to come now's the time.
After it'll be too late.
You need my help?
Yes.
Yes, the same stuff for my friend.
I'm at Payenne street number 12.
Where's Ken?
He had to make a delivery.
For an important client.
He asked me to help you out.
Well... Bye.
Careful. It's strong.
Besides, you know that.
Something bit me.
A filthy mosquito.
You have to be careful in a neighborhood like this.
Is the wound big?
What's your name?
Sophie.
I'd like to give you my card, but I don't have it anymore.
Too bad.
Sophie?
Will you have a coffee with me?
Please.
Can I rub your feet?
Why do you want to rub my feet?
Because your feet hurt.
They do?
You ran all night in my dreams.
Please. Have a coffee with me.
They're coming.
I'm sorry. Can you bring us two coffees?
What are you doing?
Are you nuts?
Don't you remember me?
Miss, not this way!
That way, miss!
Yes. That way.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
That's a pretty song.
Thank you.
Miss!
Will you go and have a coffee with me?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Get to work.
Don't play games with me.
Get up.
Pick up your stuff and move out.
I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone.
- Do you know each other? - No.
What are you doing?
You don't know him either?
- Lend me your guitar for a moment. - No.
For a moment. I'll give it back.
And now I'm walking around with your guitar!
What are you doing?
Where do you think you are?
Hello.
Excuse me.
Are you new on the job?
Miss, your coffee.
What can I get you sir?
A Debon.
Here you go.
- Can you play my favorite song again? - Yes, of course.
That's a beautiful song.
I fell in love when it was playing.
For the first and only time in my life.
What are you doing in here?
Keep quiet.
I want to know why you need this.
Showing me some affection would be a nice change.
Instead of looking at me with bitterness.
Give me a surprise kiss. Surprise me with something.
But, but, but...
But that's not what I call beauty.
You're the only woman that I've ever loved.
Who do you think you are?
Get your dirty hands off of me.
And stop touching me
and looking at me with that crazy look.
Considering all that was bad,
I think we still did very well.
AN EVENING WITH FANNY FORESTIER AND BOB LEANDER
"LAST DAYS"
Late in the night...
Yes?
Francine.
Francine... I remember it exactly.
It was the 15th of May.
Spring was late to arrive and rain clouds were gathering.
And you were screaming.
Good luck.
And of course you were accepted.
You left Boston and moved to live in Paris.
A small apartment on a street in the Faubourg Saint-Denis.
I showed you my neighborhood, my bars, my school.
I introduced you to my friends.
My parents.
I listened to you as you learned your lines.
I listened to your singing, to your hopes.
Your desires. I listened to your music.
And you listened to mine.
You listened to my Italian, German, Russian.
I gave you a walkman and you gave me a pillow.
And then one day, you kissed me.
Time passed.
Time raced.
And everything seemed so easy,
so simple.
Free.
So new and unique.
We went to the movies.
We went dancing.
Shopping.
We laughed.
You cried.
We swam, we smoked.
We shaved.
From time to time you screamed.
Without reason.
Sometimes with reason.
Yes, sometimes with reason.
I walked you to the conservatory.
I studied for my exams.
I listened to your singing, to your hopes.
Your desires. I listened to your music.
And you listened to mine.
We were close. So close.
Ever closer.
We went to the movies.
We went swimming.
We laughed together.
You screamed.
Sometimes with reason.
And sometimes without.
Time passed.
Time raced.
I walked you to the conservatory.
I studied for my exams.
You listened as I spoke Italian, German, Russian, French.
I studied for my exams.
You screamed.
Sometimes with reason.
Time passed, without reason.
You screamed.
Without reason.
I studied for my exams.
Exams, exams...
Time passed.
You screamed.
You screamed, you screamed...
I went to the movies.
Forgive me, Francine.
Yes?
- Thank you. - Good night.
Mrs. Richmond.
Good evening.
Please, this way.
Good evening, sir.
Go ahead.
Here.
What can I get you?
Here you go. The menu.
Two crabs and two glasses of wine.
- Good night. - Good night, Mrs. Richmond.
You don't pay anything, sir. It's on the house.
Whose turn is it to read?
Mine.
Alright, Carol. Go ahead.
I'd like to tell you about a special day
during my recent trip to Paris.
My whole life I dreamed of going there.
And that's why I studied French in a class for adults
for 2 years.
I saved up some money and went to Paris for 6 days.
After 5 days I still felt jet lagged
and I felt a little tired the whole time.
This was my first trip to Europe.
I wanted to go there for two weeks,
but I couldn't leave my dogs all alone for that long.
I really liked the museums and streets of Paris.
Only the food wasn't as good as I expected.
I considered coming to Paris with a group,
but I'm a very independent person.
Since I work as a mailman in Denver,
I was used to walking every day.
I also wanted to live an adventure in a foreign place.
Excuse me.
And I also wanted to practice my French.
Do you know where I can find a good restaurant around here?
They say a lot of things about Paris.
They say it's a place where artists find inspiration.
They say it's a place where people come
to discover something new about their lives.
They say it's a place where you can find love.
Of course, at my age, I didn't expect any of that.
But during those days, I thought a lot about my life.
I pondered whether I liked Paris
and whether I would want to live there if I had the money.
I imagined myself delivering the mail every day
and getting to know the people who live there.
I'm sure they're very nice.
I visited a known cemetery, where famous people are buried.
I saw the grave of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir.
According to my guidebook,
they were famous French writers, who loved each other very much.
And that's why they're buried together.
And I saw the grave of a man whose name was Porfirio Diaz.
According to my book, he was Mexico's dictator for 35 years.
It was interesting to be near a man who had had great power,
but who now could not move or talk.
I thought about my sister Patty, who died at a very young age.
And I thought about my mother, who died of cancer last year.
One day, I also will be buried
and maybe no one will come to visit me.
But I don't care. I'll be dead.
But I'm not a sad person.
On the contrary.
I'm a happy person.
I have many friends and two wonderful dogs.
Sometimes I think that it would be nice to have someone,
with whom to share this life.
For example, as I was looking down on Paris from atop a skyscraper,
I wanted to say to someone: "It's beautiful, isn't it?".
But there isn't anyone.
I thought about my ex-boyfriend, Dave,
and whether he'd like this trip.
But I felt a little stupid,
because it had been 11 years since we last talked.
He's now married and has three children.
And I found a very pretty little park.
I sat down on a bench and ate the sandwich I had bought.
It was very tasty.
And then something happened,
something that is hard to describe.
Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job
and all the people I knew,
a feeling came over me.
As if I recalled something,
something that I had never known and for which I had been waiting.
But I didn't know what it was.
Maybe it was something I had forgotten.
Or something I had missed my whole life.
I can only tell you
that at the same time I felt
joy and sadness.
But not a great sadness.
Because I felt alive.
Yes. Alive.
That was the moment when I fell in love with Paris
and the moment I felt that Paris had fallen in love with me.
But every one of these makes you happy.
Bartender, champagne for the ladies.
Ben!
Bob...
Ben!