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Sorry Angel
Sorry Angel
- What?
- Nothing.
Believe me?
got me down.
I was pretty.
The few guys I knew
wanted to be whores.
For ladies.
What's up?
Nothing.
- No.
No?
You drag.
I'll remember...
Go home.
Get lost.
Get lost!
Cut it out.
"Kindness"?
Shit, Jacques!
Yes, kindness!
All right...
- All alone?
- Of course.
He was a let-down?
Is Loulou in bed?
You're crazy.
Of course.
What is it?
An actress profile.
- Who?
- Who cares?
Géraldine Pailhas.
I can't help.
I have some at my place.
Got foil?
Yes.
Hold on...
My creditors
Receptionist.
Receptionist's good.
At what salary?
It's reasonable.
Why take Jean-Marie out to dinner
if you're broke?
Even poor,
Yes.
Bastard.
Not always.
I wonder.
I don't mean it aggressively.
You're right.
None of my business.
It's me again.
It's late,
I already tried at 9.
Tough luck.
Anyhow,
I won't whine on this thing.
But after...
I'd understand.
Tomorrow maybe.
I wanted to pee.
- I know.
No way, lady.
Why not?
Hold on.
- Sorry!
Wow!
- Maybe.
I never asked.
- A few kisses...
- I never asked!
A few kisses at dawn won't do.
Ok, fine.
What?
I could.
- Grow up.
- Careful...
- Got them.
- All set?
Where were you?
I got lost.
Where'll we be in 10 years?
I'll be teaching
in a vocational high school.
We'll be nothing.
- Great.
What's that?
Pierre, I'm going for a walk.
Don't worry.
Thanks.
As planned.
Let's go.
Frankly, the hotel's barely acceptable.
Is it the room?
Of course it is!
I won't be able to sleep in that dump.
Authors?
I'm invited,
if I go straight in.
Yes.
Move over.
Any good?
Yeah, but a bit...
Yes.
They shouldn't.
I like to read.
Ok, I see.
Before anything,
I hate your generation
Shall we leave?
On what?
My old novel.
Breakfast then?
Bye.
It's clean.
Good night.
Here all alone?
Well, hepatitis.
Really bad.
That way.
I went home for my birthday.
I had a fever,
For courage,
A nightmare.
I was on a ward with homeless guys,
I told myself,
"Like Jacques,
Forget them.
- No.
You're so polite.
Mr AIDS Politeness.
You could be Mr AIDS Fuck You.
Am I a drag?
- I'll go now.
- Bye.
Sleep well.
And write me a new play.
I will.
Take care.
- No.
I won't impose that on you too.
May I?
There's my place.
I have time.
I walk well,
given my condition.
Welcome.
Very pretty.
This way.
Damn!
- What?
- Be discreet.
They came back to eat.
Dunno.
Forget it?
What for?
I go to my mum's at weekends,
by the sea.
We'd go there?
may be just
Maybe.
You're shameless.
No smoking in my room!
So?
Nothing.
What do you do in life?
- No, seriously.
- Seriously.
Really?
Evening.
That's funny.
Not that funny.
Want a beer?
Yes.
Two, please.
Thanks.
I'm...
with anyone
Mr Arthur.
60 km away.
wave...
But no.
He stayed dead.
Paris 13?
Northern Paris.
No.
so be elliptical.
Ellipticism, I can do.
Right...
Right.
No last...
- Nothing, like?
- Nothing.
Go home now.
I have to be up early.
You'll never call me?
I think I will.
Good night.
Good night. It's late.
I'm off.
Come in.
Look!
Up there?
What a dumb bitch!
Hold on...
Get lost!
Fuck...
Want Loulou
Really?
Yes.
Come on then.
Come on!
- Hurry!
Come on.
That hurts.
You see...
Loulou,
- What a nerve.
- I say nothing.
A little...
Come on.
- So enjoy it now.
- Stop!
Written it down?
No.
- But I will.
- Do it.
they'll decide.
Ideally, I wouldn't want them told.
Dying in hospital,
- And you?
- Yes.
We'll see.
I have no reason to be a gentleman.
but didn't.
- I'm cold.
- Water.
No!
It'll warm you up.
- I'm cold.
- This is nice.
It's nice.
Come on.
- This'll be tough.
- Hold on.
I can do it alone.
No, let me help.
Damn...
More coffee?
A drop.
You said you weren't in love.
We aren't.
Yes.
But you aren't?
No.
With anyone.
just as a friend.
Exactly.
Liar!
Ignore him.
- Why?
I'm in love,
He's cool.
Yes, he is.
He told me he would.
No need to wait.
Is that it?
- Ok.
I need respect!
Yes, respect.
You could've told me.
Here?
Loulou!
Come on.
I'm here.
Chill.
Move it!
You'll be...
Let's go.
Hello.
Ok, Achille?
Thanks.
We take him?
It's your car.
Hello.
- Get in.
"Get in..."
Drop me before the boy scout, ok.
Promise.
25 minutes.
Tough...
- Arthur.
- Nadine.
Anastasia.
Psychology.
Pharmacy.
And you, Arthur?
I forget.
- From Loudéac?
- Yes.
I work at the summer camp.
Françoise Cloarec.
Before my time.
My second year.
It must be interesting,
working with kids.
It's amusing.
Need my eyes?
What?
Don't mind me.
What?
I didn't do anything.
Don't move.
- May I answer?
- Go ahead.
Hello?
A bad time?
Yes, thanks.
Who is it?
A guy I just met.
Maybe...
Maybe too.
You're ultra-sentimental.
What's he like?
Blond.
A "Maxim's" then.
Surely not a "Wrong Blond"?
a "Whitman" or a "Vondelpark"?
Really?
Really.
welcomed
Anyhow...
he linked them
Walt Whitman,
Still there?
- Taking notes?
- Yes, I am.
Idiot.
Now, a rarer specimen,
the "Vondelpark".
Does he resemble
The "Vondelpark"
is no fashion model.
impassive air.
An unhinged side.
He's more plain Breton
of Chester Kallman.
Auden, then,
on arriving in America,
a Walter Miller.
Miller worked for a literary review
to request an interview.
and whispered,
"It's the wrong blond."
I get it.
"Maxim's", a fantasy.
"Whitman", a bedhopper.
Right.
Clearly a "Whitman".
A slut then?
It hurts that you think that.
I'll go now.
No, get rid of your useless blond
Bye, Jacques.
Bad news?
Kind of.
I have to go?
What?
Bad time?
Can it wait?
It's urgent.
I know him?
- Just go.
- Wait!
- Yes.
Wait here.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Going far?
Pretty far.
I'll manage.
Pretty far?
all right?
Come on.
He's a whore.
He is?
I swear
He isn't.
Teaching me prevention?
on a Sunday?
Just go. Give me a rest!
The fuel...
I love you.
Flattery is poison.
Give me a hug.
- We hug now?
You're nuts.
It's scary,
Bang-bang, bunny!
What's going on?
You're dead!
Bang-bang, bunny!
You're dead!
Bang-bang!
You're dead!
Move it!
I can wait.
- No!
Good night.
of kiddy pee.
You're gross.
And I stole some cider.
Want some?
Yeah.
Well?
What?
Cheers.
So I began to wonder...
Listen!
All right.
Ok...
Before me,
Yeah.
I've cheated on people with guys
for a while.
Not Stéphane.
Arthur...
I'm no horndog.
We've talked.
interest me.
It could help
He's a writer.
Jacques.
Our parents' age?
Screw you!
So he bangs you?
I remember us together.
Okay, fine,
I told my parents.
What? Shit, why?
Yes.
I regretted it after.
Like hell!
Stay here.
I'll be back.
Sorry.
Mr. Director,
Do not insist,
I cannot travel westwards soon.
You lie.
As a filmmaker there,
Jacques.
Estelle too?
There's supper and supper.
Got that?
Jacques, go back.
I want a brute.
Counting on me?
I have no expectations.
- Why not?
Ok...
- KO'd?
- No, coming.
A writer should make people happy.
Instead of what?
Always lamenting.
I don't.
Cut it out.
You read me?
Recovered?
Yeah.
Can I hit you again?
Look down.
Look down!
You can?
Stop it!
I could never hurt you.
Here, a present.
- Is it Loulou?
- I don't know.
Where is he?
My train's at 6 pm tomorrow.
Ok.
Bye.
Marco's dead.
Come for a cuddle.
Everyone here?
Martin!
Angelo!
Magdalena!
Of course.
- Deal.
Bye, son.
- Louis?
- That's you.
Louis Tondelli!
He's coming...
in Normandy.
We leave later.
It's my life.
Yeah.
More or less.
About what?
- No.
- See.
Shit...
What for?
- You're sure?
- Yes.
Ok.
I'm Mr Cairo.
We couldn't wait.
I'm sorry.
Have a seat.
Don't move.
Here.
Sorry. Hello.
- To the left?
- No, here.
Look at my ear.
Look here.
Right...
biopsy, endoscopy,
colonoscopy under general anaesthetic.
A few days.
We'll move on from there.
We can't wait.
Afterwards,
Ok.
And...
about my...
stomach pains?
of suicidal sorrow.
It's an ally.
It's me!
Sorry.
Arthur?
Come in.
Jacques isn't here.
A bottle of...
Chouchen.
this evening.
Perfect.
- No.
so pick up.
Glad to have met you, Arthur.
Thank you.
I'm off.
That's done.
No.
Was he suspicious?
Disappointed?
I expected cuter.
Yeah...
ACT UP?
as the catacombs.
But you...
Something good.
- Sure!
Work it out!
If I don't smell curry later,
sleep elsewhere.
No Pompidou Centre?
You're here?
Ok...
in my apartment
I have principles
Besides,
a catheter in my chest.
End as a reader?
Exactly.
No...
- Yeah?
- Singing.
And I thought...
to sleep at my place.
All right.
- Again?
Come on.
Dance again?
- Let's go.
Count us in.
- The box.
- The powder.
I'm in front.
That laugh...
And now...
Backwards now.
Promenade...
And now...
Cigarette.
- Here we go.
- Just two.
Good.
Back behind me.
You're a pain.
so many people
after fucking.
They moan and snivel
because, of course,
seems unsatisfactory.
Gently!
Watch my table.
All of them.
They fuck,
Shit!
Be proud and happy
that's simple.
I am sentimental.
But...
As soon as we approach
I don't shout,
with memories
We churn away...
Right, Parisians?
Not you,
I mean in general.
Really?
seized in passing,
My big ideas.
You don't like them?
My angel...
Or so many things.
at the hospital?
8 in the morning.
- No.
- Yes.
No...
Ok, I open the box.
I close it.
A quick tango.
Cigarette...
Jacques?
Hello.
- Yes.
- I'm Isabelle.
This is Loulou.
any minute.
Of course.
What's your name?
Heard of us before?
No.
Jacques' son?
Loulou!
I can watch your son
I prefer Louis.
Like Rimbaud.
Or maybe
she's selling them for experiments.
You're sick.
Shit...
Excuse me!
Hi, Daddy!
Really?
Someone has to lie naked
for it to work.
No roommate tonight
and I asked
It's my song!
Listen.
Yeah...
Know it?
Crystal Sun suddenly tears
Mouth to mouth
Body to body
In a gust of wind
Cover your tracks
Hide-and-seek party
Do vampires go to hell?
Sorry!
I forgot...
- Yeah.
Ricard!
Succeed at what?
I didn't know.
Don't worry.
"Cruelty...
is not one man wounding another,
an error of judgement,
an error like a letter
Koltès.
I'm touched
you read the books I give you.
Well...
Personally, I couldn't.
of Jacques
Ozone or Cactus?
The Contrescarpe!
- On the table.
There.
That the lot?
In your state,
You know...
I wrote regularly.
By the way...
I cleaned it up.
All the names left can be mentioned.
No.
No one needs to be
I just hope
I mean...
Stay a bit.
No.
Tomorrow morning,
My asshole of a publisher.
I know.
And?
Promise me