Las Acacias
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LA FILLE DE ULLE PART The Girl From Nowhere
'O Lord,open the gates of night for me"
Dreams....
...are for
...those who sleep
Don't worry. I'll phone for a doctor.
No. What do you mean ,no?
i'll be fine.
You see?
First a doctor and then the police. Please don't do thay
Don't do that? Phone for a doctor or phone the police.
Both...
You do realise you're protecting the man who beat you up?
What'you name ? Dora.
Dora what?
What difference does it make?
Where do you live?
Here and there.
Do you want me to call anyone?
I have no one to call.
I can't just leave you like this.
Just let me sleep for a while and i'll be fine.
Don't take advantage and call while i'm asleep.
I should. Swear to me that you won't.
If not,I'll go. Iswear.
Cross your heart and hope to die?
Go on,say it, Cross my heart and hope to die.
There.
Now,be a good girl.
You're going to lie down.
andrest,
You can't keep her here like this.
I'll phone the hospital.
What's wrong?
Is she that badly hurt?
You saw the blows she received
At her age she'll soon recover.
All the same,she needs medical attention and rest.
What happens when she leaves hospital?
She must have friends or relatives.
No.
She'll end up on the streets or in a squat.
That's no reason to take her in.
Do you want to sleep with her?
Don't be stupid. This girl means nothing to you .
You didn't eve know her an hour aga.
She migh steal your keys.
and come back and burgle you.
What will you do when she's better? I'llthrow her out.
You better had
Here.
Don't be stupid.
I'm the stupid one.
I shoula make you pay. In fact,i should make you pay double.
It might discourage you from this foolish behaviour.
Bye ,then.
Let me know how you get on.
Thanks.
Bye Bye
You traitor! Prepare for a long descent into hell.
What are you talking about?
I'm warning you that you are cursed.
cursed how?
"Cross my heart and hope to die." You swore,remember?
What's more,you tried. paying your accomplice.
If i were you,i'd avoid place where there are bank notes.
Banks,post offices,cash machines...
Wow,you're a nutcase.
i was only joking.
Probably.
Have you got a washing machine?
Are you still OK to help me ?
Now,go back ad lie dow
Here,i've brought you a dressing gown.
a shirt,
and this to help you walk.
Why not crutches, while you're at it?
Because i don't have any.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Do you regret not phoning the police?
You're trying to read my mind.
Maby i'm a magician.
Don't kid yourself. You're an open book.
By the way,that was delicious. Where did you lean to cook?
I had it delivered.
Thank you.
Not just for the food. For the rest,for helping me.
You didn't have to,Mr Deilliers.
So you know my name?
As you can see. How do you know it?
I scrutinised your mind.
I told you,i'm a sorceress.
You're not scared,are you?
Come off it. I just saw your name on your buzzer.
Who attacked you?
This guy who'd been following me in the streets.
I decided to seek shelter in your building.
He was still behind me so I ran into your stairwell.
You didn"t press my buzzer. I would have heard it.
I pressed two buzzers. Someone let me in.
You must have pressed someone else's buzzer.
So what?
You were running. You were panic-stricken.
And yet you found time
to read my name, which was unfamiliar to you.
and remember it.
how do you explain that?
I obviously have excellent memory reflexes.
What do you mean by memory reflxes?
Memory with reflexes.
Young lady,
I do not believe a word you're saying.
You're quite right not to.
Go out onto your landing and look at your doorbell.
You'll see that your name is written on it.
Do you always make such a fuss about nothing?
All right,that will do.
I can see you're a force to be reckoned with.
Who can recover unaided.
Fine.
Get up and walk,then.
That proves nothing.
I've been managing on my own for a long time.
Yo're hardly going to change that.
Of course you have.
I can see you now,alone st night in the streets.
sleeping on doorsteps, like Edith Piaf when she was a baby
How do you manage when you're ill?
I'm never ill.
You're hardly the picture of health now.
You haven't examined my bruises properly.
Cover youself up.
Do you ike alone
Yes,ever since my wife died,
29 years ago.
Did you have any children? No.
I find you very inquisitive. I'm sorry.
I wonder if you'd be kind enough to let me stay tonight.
Don't worry. I won't make a pass at you.
You wouldn't have the strength.
But arent you stared of staying the night
all alone in a flat with a man?
Are you asking me if i/m scared of you?
So you think i'm too old for that,then?
Don't be offfended. Thar's not what i meant.
Well?
Well what?
Can i stay here tonight?
Yes. Thank you .
I'm in here.
There
Hello
It's good of you to come. I hope your students can spare you.
I retied two years ago.
So you did. I remember you telling me.
What did she eay to you?
She told me to stay calm and still, whatever happened.
I'll leave you to it.
how are you? I'm getting better all the time.
It could even be said that i am perfectly well.
Can you ask the psychiatrists later when i can go home?
Of course.
Shell we sit on the bed? No,i'd rather stand.
You'll regret it.They'll be back.
who's "they"?
They're really crafty.
they're hiding in the walls,watching us as we speak.
There,look
You can see their eyes. They're surfacig.
Then their faces and finally their whole body.
They're watching us.
And if you stay... Who is in the wall watching us?
The dinosaurs. There's the little dinosaur.
The baby.
If you stand there, you'll disturb them.
Don't move. They won't hurt you.
Look.He's coming down.
He's just there,a metre in front of you.
Look
There's his father,hia father and his mother.
There.
see?
They've grown so big.
They're huge now.
Loook.
You bit me,you devil!
They're eating me!
But...
But this is your fault.
You made this happen.
You did this!
Who is he? A former colleague.
A philosophy teacher.
And a painter, when the mood takes him.
Why have you got this video?
It's for the book I'm writing.
I had a copy made of the video footage from the hospital.
Every time I watch it
I feel terrible for the poor guy.
It he something todo with what you're writing?
Each time he recovers from am attack
and calms down
he tells me that the dinosaurs were real,
thar everything he heard or saw while he was hallucinating was real.
No,more than? What do you mean?
His dinosaur was more real than real.
That sense that things are more real than real
is common to almost anyone who is delirious.
Don't you think your poor friend was simply looking
to replace the harsh reality of life with one that suited him better?
For sure.
But he subscribed completely to him delirium.
we all do that sometimes. That's true.
Perhaps our deepest-held beliefs
are basically of that nature, in other words,
private or collective delusions.
So that's what your book is about?
Why should I tell you?
What gives you the right to delve into my privare affairs?
How can it be Private if you're writing a book about it?
That's just it. This is just a rough draft.
I won't let anyone read it, not even my doctor friend,
let alone you.
It conains my pricate thoughts.
Forgive me,
I honestly don't know why i don't throw you out.
Switch that off. I'm switching it off.
Get off your high horse.
What did do before?
Were you a teacher? Yes.
Of philosophy? No,maths.
Will you tell me a bit more about your book?
I'd only bore you.
It's one thing if you don't want to,
but it's a subject that normally interests me.
What do you mean,"normally"?
Stop playing hart to get.
Talk about it. Pretend I'm your pupil.
All right.
But don't go saying I forced you into this.
The idea was hatched in May"68.
I was a trade unionist and an active participant
in a movement which we saw as revoiutionary.
I became great friengs with a felloe protester,
a communist worker.
He,like me,like all of ue,
thought that a new era was dawning.
He even thought that capitalist society
was on its way out,
Then DeGaulle wielded his authority
to get all rhe petrol stations reopened
and the betting shops up and running again.
As a result,the whole of France went out to celebrare
and the elections resulted in a landslide victory for the right.
My friend's world collapsed
and he hung himself.
Your poor friend might have had deep personal problems
which had noting to do with May"68.
That's what I thought to begin with.
But on reflection I realised thar washn't the case.
It was quite simple.
His dream had bean dashed.
His life wasn't worth living any more.
So he put an end to it.
And that's when I started wondering
about the importance of delusion in our lives.
Is that why youve got all those prints on your computer?
Now we're entering the realm of reigion.
Enough is enough. That's a pity.
Do you mean that? Have you got a publisher?
If I have to, I'll publish it myself.
or not at all.
All that work for nothing?
Young lady,
from dawn to dusk the hours are long the nights,too.
How are you feeling this morring? Much better,as you can see.
I was right about not calling a doctor.
You are certainly very sure of youself.
My clothes must be dry now.
You can't just leave. Where would you go?
That means you're suggesting I stay another few days.
Just long enough to completely recover.
In exchange,you can tell me what you think
of my book.
It's ages since I had such a stimulating discussion.
That was hardly a discussion.
It was more of a monologue.
"A Critical Anaysis of our Beliefs."
Are you planning to keep the title? Why?
It's not very attention-grabbing. Perhaps not.
But that is the subject of my essay
You flar is enormous.
You can't have afforded this on your teaching salary
No,I inherited it from my wife who got it from her family.
I've never got used to the place.
I feel alone and ill at ease here.
What was that?
It was probably the flat taking its revenge on you.
Still,I've never in my life heard such a stange noise before.
Afe\ter all,yo've had such a long life.
Seriously,have you ever heard such weird noise here before?
Never.
Come with me.
I want to see what it is but I don't want to go on my own.
Don't be silly.
I expect it's some rats who have found tr way in.hei
Rats? Rates don't make that noise.
What are you going to do? Lay traps?
Can you think of a better solution?
Good moring!
What are you doing? Are you mad?
So now doing housework ie mad/
I'm getting some exercise.
I see you've done my washing.
And you've cleaned the windows.
And the rest. You flat was a big heap of dus.
open the shutters and you'll see the difference.
So you're spent all night cleaning the flat.
You"d have stopped me ouring the daytime.
But you're left a cigarete end on the balcony.
Wow,you're pernickety!
That's not mine.
If I'd seen it. I'd have chucked it away.
Someone must have throw it over the ustairs balcony.
I don't believe it. What?
Look.
The cigarette end has moved of it's own accord.
Now you're being paranoid.
Young lady.
you sawthe cigarette end before and afterwards.
Neither of us touched it.
So how do explain it moving like that?
Perhaps it was the wind.
Look at the clouds.
As you can see,they are moving
in the opposite direction to the cigarette end.
What's more,
I didn't feel a draught and I'm sure you didn't either.
Filally,those two flower petals are still there
but the cigarette end has moved.
Say no more. You've convinced me.
The only explanation is that a ghost pushed it.
Or the devil. But one thing bothers me.
What does the devil want with a fag end?
Young lady. What?
Dora
After 29 years of living alone I have become a driveing old fool.
But your pressence here
means that I am having fun again
with you
Thank you.
Now we are going to have a nice lunch.
I'm going to get washed and then I'm talking you out.
Taking me out where?
Shoping. Shoping?But your fredge is full.
I'm going to buy you some clothes. You don't need to do that.
Why?
Come and see.
I've got all I need in here.
Tell me,where and when did you get thar?
Last night,from the girl I was living with before.
And this girl miraculously know
that you were going to turn up at her house
in the middle of the night?
I used your mobile to warn her.
Anyway,she's not much of a friend.
I found my bag on the doorstep and the door locked.
The things that go on in the night!
Where doyou think you're going? Sit down.
You seem to lead a strange sort of life.
First things first. Where do your parents live?
At Saint-Ouen cemetery.
What?
They died when I was 17
in a car accident.
To begin with I stayed in Their flat,
to look after their cat, but the cat died of grief.
Then I couldn't afford the rent.
Anyway,I didn't want to stay so t left.
I lived here,there and everywhere.
Didn't your parents leave you anyting?
My father's salary wasn't enough for him to have savings.
How old are you? 26.
And you've been living like this,
day-to-day,adrift,for all that time?
You can talk!
Where do you plan to go now?
Don't worry about me. A male friend is coming to pick me up.
A male friend?
An acquaintance.
Who will take you in
and give you a bed an food without wanting anything in return?
I can't stay here with you forever.
You might at least have waited until you'd recovered properly.
Too late.
Goodbye.
So...
will I ever see you again?
Who knows?
How can I get hold of you?
Just in case. In case of what?
You can't.
But I know where to find you .
What nonsense!
Yes.Hi. Hi.
I'm phoning for news of your girl.
And you.Are you OK? How is your book coming along?
I'm fine.
I can hear from your voice that something's not right.
Tell me.
Listen,why don't we go out for a bite to eat later?
Hi. What will you have?
I'd rather walk if that's OK. OK,I'm coming.
She only stayed with me for a week.
That's hardly surprising.
Don't forget that this girl refused to call the police or a doctor.
She had no fixed abode She still doesn't.
She's probably some delinquent who seduced you.
to get yiou to take her in.
This girl might be unusual but she's not a delinquent
and she doesn't belong to a gang.
How canyou be so sure? Thank about it.
What did she want from you? Nothing.
We've know one another for 30 years.
I have a wife
and children whom I see regularly.
I'm still involved in politicsand I still do a bit sport.
The party has appointed me town councillor.
In spite pf all that I'm bored stiff.
And that makes me sad,
if not downright miserable.
How have you managed,living alone for so long?
Lonelinsee has ended up beling my friend.
You know,recently,
all the objects I carry as a matter of course
have been getting heavier,
the ground,the floorboards,lower and the stairs harder.
only my desires remail unchanged.
You see those two girls who have just gone past?
Because of the age difference
I don't stand a chance
and that makes me sad.
Old Father Plato said
that old age was a blessing,
bringing serenity resulting from a loss of camal desires.
Well,for me there was no loss.
Thank God.
My psychological salvation was
that I never went crazy for a bit of shirt.
But iloneliness,your frienf,
you must have sent her packing at times?
Yes,I had passing flings.
But to come back to young Dora,
I swear it's not what yo think.
Even sub-consciously?
Pass off with your sub-conscious!
You suddenly seeem miserable.
Why didn't you remarrry or move in with someone?
I can't believe you're asking me that
I was so upset after losing my wife
that it took me over ten years to recover.
And I'm still not sure I'm over it.
Take Victor Hugo.
It took him four years to be able to write again
after his daughter Léopoldine died.
He must have been in love with her without realising it.
I'm sure hia affection was in no way sexual.
Read the end of "Les Misérables" again
and reflect on Valjean's reaction,
r rather HUgo's,
when Cosette leaves,
Cosette being a substitute for Léopoldine.
If he doesn't die of a broken heart
then I have misunderstood it and I'm on the wrong track.
His was a different kind of affection.
To come back to your Dora...
She's not my Dora. ANyway,her name is Dorothée.
OK,but you're sad that she's left.
That's why you wanted to see me.
Yes.Anyway,she's gone now.
Hello
Hello. Don't you recognise me?
Lies.
Lise Villers. I was a pupil of yours when I was 15.
What are you doing now? Never mind that.
You haven't changed. You still carry a book in your pocket.
ANd you seem sad.
You always looked sad,apart from sometimes in lessons
and on Wednesday afternoons at your film club.
I rember your lessons on Psycho and John Ford.
You opened our eyes,you know.
Especially on the subject
of the messages conveyed by American film-makers.
We all wondered why you taught maths and not cinema or philosophy.
You changed my life,
the way I looked at things and the world.
And you showed me the extent to which we are ruled by the imagination.
That's all very well,
but it won't help pay the rent.
well,it has made me perceptive.
Do you live round here? No.
I saw you from the end of the road so I ran after you.
I'm just passing through Paris.
I'm between flights.
Where are you going?
Norway.
I've often thought about you these past 20 yeare.
Perhaps we could meet again when you are next in Paris.
Will you be gone long?
I have to go,May I?
What are you doing on the floor?
Are you looking for a position to help you find inspiration?
I remember closing my eyes.
I must have blacked out.
Shall help you uo?
Please.
What are you doing here,anyway?
And how did you get in?
I have a key cut before leaving.
I se you are as presumptuous as ever.
Where is your friend with the moped? He therw me out.
I get thrown out by everyone I fail love with.
You should think about adding love to you list of things that delude us.
I already have. And your timing's perfect.
But tell me,What made you come back and see me?
I probably missed you.
I had a dream about about you.
You were shouting,
Surrounded by evil spirits.
How can you see spirits,even in your dreams,
and evil ones,too?
I have no idea.
All that matters is that you get better.
I'm make you something to eat.
No,wait a second. Stay there.
Wait.
What are you doing in here? I told you to stay put.
Here,this will perk you up.
Let me see your face?
I should call a doctor. Who do you normailly see?
My friend Denis.
Don't bother. You know doctors are no use.
Shut up!At least you've got medical insurance.
Tell me,what's all this about you seing things?
I'm not making it up. Do you really want to know?
Yes.
One day I was walking down the street
when I suddenly heard this noise.
It soundsd like a car engine running.
I felt myself being transported inside the car
and I saw my parents in the front seat.
Then there was an accident.
They were,as clearly as you are here,
but they were dead,all bloody in this car wreck.
Then I was suddenly back in the real world.
The police told me later that they had died just like in my vision
and at the exact same time.
Am I scaring you? Not at all.
Have you witnessed other similar phenomena?
My parents' death was not a phenomenon.
I'm sorry.
But as for whetherI have witnessed anything similar,
I have.
Quite a faw times,but now is not time to discuss it.
Why not? There will be time later.
I've decided to move in. Really?
Don't look so shocked. It was your idea.
Anyway,you're going to need someone
to protect you from the evil spirits that seem to have settled in here.
Do you agree?
All I know is,since you arrived
stange things have been occurring in this flat.
Would you rather I left again?
I seem to remember you made me an offer.
What offer?
In exchange for my help with your book.
To go and buy you some clothes?
Are you really going to keep the page which says
that the patriarchs of the Bible,
the Exodus,Moses and the Promised Land,
are hust legendary stories?
Most probably written in 7BC
under the authority of Josias,
who was king at the time,for the unification of the Hebrews.
where did you read that?
My analysis is partly based on the conclusions of scholars,
mostly from Tel Aviv University,
in the light of recent archaeological discoveries.
Moreover
less than a century ago
Freud was already thinking
that if Moses had existed he would have been Egyptian.
If i have understood correctly,you then go on to say
that King David did exist
but he was merely a gang leader living in a tiny village.
Think of the consequence of this discovery
if it proves to be correct.
Jesus,the Christian Messiah,was a descendant of his.
Of David? Thar's right.
Now,say Christ talked non-stop
about David and Moses to his father,God.
What of it?
Were Jehovah and Christ ignoramuses?
Or worse still,liars?
But thar's not all.
Consider Christ's ascension.
Jesus rose up to heaven in front of his apostles.
But where did he go?
To the moon? Behind the planet Mars?
To Jupiter?
Are birds,
aviators
and cosmonauts
closeer to kingdom of heaven
than true believers?
You're going to tell me that it's all symbolic.
But look at the paintings on my computer
and you'll see.
But if you leave that in everyone's going to hit the roof.
They already have.
And I understand them all the more
given that I,who am neither Catholic nor a believer,
was so disturbed by this questioning of the Old and New Testaaments
that I came to deny any scientific evidence I didn't like.
So what must it be like for ture believers,
especially the most ardent among them?
Are you seriously questioning the religions?
Dora, you've misread it.
I never question any sacred morals in my book,
just the legends that are brandished to build up the hype.
My history teacher thought
blind belief came from the myths and legends.
Freud called them secular dreams.
It's strange.
It's as if our societies have taken at face value
The Iliad or Victor Hugo's stories
and applied them
to religious,political,moral,econmic and social situations
in such a way as to shape our daily lives
for a period of history.
Therefore,
the object of our beliefs,
our opinions,
our suffering and our happiness
is based on a void.
What has this got to go with you?
One day
I felt as if I had awoken from a dream
ang that I wa alone,naked and destitute,
face with the emptiness of my life,
To clam my anxiety I started to pray
to a God I do not believe in.
Dora?
Switch that off,please.
May I ?
Don't look at me .I look awful.
Don't worry about that.
What's wrong?
Try talking about it.It will do you good.
I'm not so sure
Try anyway.
I'm scared of life.
All the people I want to be with avoid me.
It's worse when I love them.
What about your fling? The same.
They always end the same way.
Once I've seduced them
I push them away.
And how do they start?
Always very well.
I approach them.
and you seduce them? Yes.
And does it work every times?
Yes,people are always attracted to what escapes them.
So you escape them?
And yet you just said
that you always make the first move.
Yes,but once...
Once I've won them over,
I reject and humiliate them.
So naturally they take their revenge.
Like the boy in the stairwell?
Yes.
I atract people,
but in a strange way.
I suddenly see their distress,
their illness
their impending death.
All the men I start to love
seek something hidden in me.
They want my help.
But I'm a lost soul.
I'm scared.
Don't you worry.
No one knows what the future holds for them.
I do.
Sometimes.
Not my future but that of ohters.
Of the people I love,unfortunately.
Look at me .
Where do I fit into all this? I don't know.
Come on,dry your eyes,
You know,Dora?
I will die one day,sooner or later.
But you know.
I see you as my guardian angel.
And I need you for my book
So please,
pull yourself together and let's get back to work.
Tell me one things.
You spent your whole youth studying non-stop.
How did you find time to meet your wife?
You must have been a real killjoy when you were young.
You don't know what you're talking about.
My wife and I were very close.
I was devastated by her death.
Only my work and my research
helpe me to gradually resurface.
Write!
The stronger the belief,
the greater the adherence to the belief
and the more delirious the behaviour.
Conversely,perhaps...
Wait. Slow down a bit ,please.
"Conversely,perhaps..."
The stronger the doubt,the closer to reality it is,
and to nothingness coupled with silence,
the silence of the great my stics.
But what is that silence and nothingness?
It is hope that has kept us alive since the dawn of time.
Not nothingness coupled with silence, thank goodness.
Think of the destitute and the persecuted.
Imagine what would happen if you took away their only lifeline,
religion.
They would still have their opium.
Only those who could get hold of it.
In other words,to escape our destitution
we are all programmed
from childhood and throughout our lives
to seek out illusions.
So we should renounce everything??
Yes.
How?No one's going to help us.
Capitalist society certainly won't.
But suffering helps.
And Chistian, Hindu and buddhist myself.
Even if all they do is lead us to God and therefore to illusion.
Or perhaps the unmentionabnle hidden behind the silence and nothingness.
Where did you get that from?
Tell me,
did you just see something behind my back?
Well?Answer me.
Listen,
since we met
I haven't stopped wonderind about you .
You seem to be strangely shrouded
in the paranormal.
That's progress compared with you thinking I was a delinquent.
What are you expecting now? A black mass?
No,an explanation of what's happening.
Take a chair and sit down.
Do as I do. Tell me,
did you choose this spot because it's where you found me in a coma?
No,because under the rug there are floorboards and not carpet
wich would impede the table's movements.
What do I do?Concentrate?
Be quite or you'll annoy me.
Place your hands on the table. Have your thumbs touching.
Now we wait a moment.
So I don't need to concentrate? I just do nothing?
You just keep quiet.
Yes,Miss.
Now gently lift your hands off the table.
Did you make that happen? No.
There,Don't move. I;ll be right back.
Something's wrong. Meaning?
Move away,now!
Move away!
Tell me!
What do you think happened?
I don't know.
It was strange but comical at the same tims.
Let's clear this lot up.
Then I'll get my other pedestal table and we'll try again.
shall we try again?
Are you sure we should after what just happened?
I am a inquisitive old fellow.
And I don't believe in ghosts.
So let's do it.
So do I...? Be quiet.
Can I place my hands on it? I said be quiet.
No,stay here beside me. I was just going to shut the windows.
They're all shut.
Don't move.
There;s something or someonr in the flat,
something invisible and it's getting closer.
It's looking for you.
It's a woman .
She's in the rooom,close by.
She's here.
She is a hostile presence.
Hostile? She will bring you harm.
Now don't move a muscle until I tell you to.
Who are you, spirit? What do you want?
Michel? Are you oK?
Who are you?
I repeat,
Who are you?
What are you doing here and how did you get in?
You can move around as much as you like,
You don't scare me.
Don't move.
Why not?
This shifty-looking ghost doesn't scare me.
I'm glad to hear it but don't move.
What was that about?
What are you doing?
Comparing the sketch by your table
with those done by Vctor Hugo's tables.
I found theses drawings in one of your big books next door.
Come and see.It's very strange.
Can you see?
The quality of this one is surpri
Unbelievable
Look!
Compare.
Is that your wife?
Yes.
Was that her spirit revealing itself to you?
No,I don't think so.
Messages or sketches drawn by tables
are usually just reflection of the desire of someone pressent.
I swear to you.
that I wasn't thinking about that photo
when we were moving the table.
What's wrong? I was just letting my mind wander.
I was imagingining that it wasn't just my wife's soul
that was passing through you
but that you were in fact her reincarnation.
That would mean she was here,
alive in front of me.
You are an old fool.
Who would like to be able to relive
a very happy past that has disappeared for good.
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Do you like books? Very much.
But I've never found the meney to buy any.
Dora?
Yes? You know.
anything could happen to me at any time.
So...
I'd like to leave you all mine
as well as a few other small things.
Such as?
The flat,the furniture,and everything in it.
And the meney,aince I have no heir.
You're seriously considering leaving me everything you own?
Yes.
You're insance.
You must admit, I'm not alone in that.
Meanwhile, Dora,
you're working for me.
I'm going to open an account in your name at my bank,
pay a reasonable sum into it
and gt them to send you a debit card.
That way you can take out money whenever you like.
No way.
Why not? You're working for me.
I want to remain free.
to come and go as I please
without any feeelings of remorse.
You can keep your room,
sleep in it or not,
invite who you like or even leave.
You are free.
This is your home now.
What's got into you?
Dora,
Can't you show some numility and accept the help you're offered?
What you're suggesting is more than help.
No,it isn't.
And so what if I like you,which I do?
You refuse to understand the problem.
All right, if that's the way you want it.
If your problem is insurmountable
Leave it there on the table
Leave it be,leave it be
And time,time,time,time,time,time
Wil resolve it for you,you'll see
Can you repeat what you just said?
What I just sang,you mean?
Yes.
If you problem is insurmountable, leave it there on the table.
Time will resolve it for you.
That's exactly what my wife used to say
where I was worrying about nothing.
There you go again! Those are the lyrics of a pop song.
Maybe.
But that's the second time you've appeared as her reincarnation.
This is getting serious.
It's even turning into a beautiful tragedy.
I fear I have donr you a great deal of harm.
I want to adopt you.
But I'm your wife's reincarnation. This is getting incestuous.
Come on, let's have some fun.
Imagine that you are in fact
the reincarnation of my wufe.
Between you and me now
therenis a 41-year age gap
but we are still as much in love as we ever were.
You came back down to earth just after your death
to join me.
We have been reunited. It's bliss.
But I am about to die,
only to be reincarnated straight away
So I can join you again.
As a teenger I come looking for you.
I find you and we fall madly in love.
Only,
you are 26 years older than me,
and this time you are going to die before me.
We could go on like that for centuries.
Millennia,even.
Or for eternity.What a beautiful mythical and tragic love story.
Indeed.
You can see for yourself where delusions lead,however pretty.
Where?
Nowhere.
They repen old wounds that we thought had healed long ago.
That's why I don't want to hear any more talk
of God,ghosts or reincarnation.
You really are a strange guy.
Say I'm serious about the inheritance? Then I'll have to leave.
Right.
Listen.
It's dinner time.I'm taking you to a restaurant.
So you can frittter away your cash?
Tell me,
what good is my cash to me
as long as I'm living alone?
No,hey!
How long have you been crossing roads like this?
Since I started going out without my mother.
Right,let's go!
Are you mad?
Don't you ever use the underpass like everyonr else?
Occasionally but rarely.
Come on .I'll buy you a drink.
No,this one's mine. We agreed.
I want to pay.
Shall we go?
Thank you.
Dora?
Can you come here a moment?
Be a good girl and make youself comfortable.
I've just been to see my soliciton.
No this nonsense again.
Yes.I'm leaving you everythinf.
After my death,naturaliy.
meanwhile,if we fall out,heaven forbid,
I can rewrite my will or even cancel it,
Michel,
you are very,very kind.
And I'm very fond of you,as you know.
But I can't accept this.
Shall I tell you why? There.
You've dropped the formality.
At last.
What did you want to tell me?
I feel as if you're paying me to relieve your lonelines.
I'm happy to carry on living here with you
for as long as possible,
but of my own free will,unrewarded.
All I want is your affection.
Even with you as my guardian angel,
I won't live forever.
Do you really want the state to inherit from me instead of you?
You,
the probable reincarnation of my wife,who,moreover, has nothing?
Stop it please.
Listen to me.
Under current circumstances
if you inherit from a straightforward will
you will have to pay the government 60% of what you receive.
I have sought advice. There are three solutions.
Adoption, which take time,
a civil partnership,with a somewhat uncertain outcome,
and marriage with a communal estate settlement.
Obviously
for us it will be a pretence
but in the eyes of the law it will be real.
That way you avoid having to pay60%
and you retain your freedom.
I don't want to talk about it.
I'm going to watch a film.
Dora?
Oh,I'm sorry.I didn't mean to interrupt.
Your boyfriend seems nice. Can I meet him?
I've just thrown him out. That's a pity.
I would have liked to talk to him.
Me and him in the bed was just a set-up.
To put me off my proposal?
You're free,Dora.
You look pleased as Punch today.
I have my own Leopoldine,
alive at my side,
a new study into the paranormal and parpsychology,
something to keep me interested and calm
through the vast amount of time I have left.
I think we've come to the end.
to sum up your thoughts,
there are only three options left to human beings:
faith and its corollary,"happy those who have blind faith",
science with its unanswered questions,
leaving us alone to face the problem of existentialism,
and finally, the unknown,unmentionable and silent.
I'm going to finish with this quotation here.
Come and see.
"I can very well do without God, both in my life and in my painting.
"But, sufering as I an, I cannot do without that which is greater than I am,
"which is my life:
"the power to create."
Yes?
Here.
Your copy of the finished work.
It's very nice of you to have cited me as a co-author.
I'm not so sure.It will make you loook like a dangerous iconoclast.
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What matters is thar it's finished.
Thanks to you.
Tonight we are going to celebrate in style.
The champagne will flow.
To you, who have brought me so much.
Noo, to you who helped me in a dark period of my life.
To us both,then, and to the future.
To us both and to the future.
What's happening to you?
For days now you've been persistently happy and carefree.
Would you rather I was miserable? I never said that.
Listen,
I couldn't be miserable if I wanted to be.
You're still as pretentious as ever, mind you!
You've got a nerve!
Maybe, but there's no need to spill all the champagne.
There won't be enough now. Yes, there will.
I'll go out and get some more.
I'll come with you Good.
We can mop this up later.
Why so much? We'll never drink all that.
You might not but I will.
Where are you going?
To get some cash. You don't need it right now.
I feel naked without cash.
You can get some tomorrow.
Dora?
Please, take the champagne.
You go on ahead ang prepare everything.
I'll join you in ten minutes when it's ready. I'll see you shortly.
Give me your cash, your card and your PIN number.
To you!
What happened?
Don't worry. I'll phone the police and a doctor right away.
Remember.
Doctors are no use.
Don't say that. Don't say that.
Thank you.
for the enchantment that you brought
to the last part of my life.
Will you try to get our book published?
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