Tomorrow We Move (Demain on déménage)

Tomorrow We Move

More... to the left.

More to the left.

More to the left.

Charlotte, come and see!

It goes fits. It went through.

Watch out! It's fragile. Comes from Bohemia.

- It's pure crystal. - Pure?

Watch out!

- My allergies, it's... - What?

- The smell. - The smell?

Leather.

My father was a glove maker. This was his workshop.

My father was attached to it more than anything else.

It came from my grandfather, from Kazimierz.

- Kazimierz? - It's in Poland, on the Vistula.

Thank God, he's no longer with us.

- Thank God, no. - Thank God, yes.

Looks too crowded. Would you like these armchairs?

- They're old. - Throw them out.

We're not allowed to.

Around here, there's a lot of trash, even mattresses.

Too bad for the armchairs.

Want us to bring them back upstairs?

Where can we put them?

I don't know. These armchairs...

There used to be an old armchair at the end of the hall.

On the armchair...

Claudia and Pierre.

Two naked bodies embracing...

Doing what? ...Embracing.

I've already said so. They were...

Fiercely caressing each other.

Kissing and kissing.

That chicken's good, Charlotte.

A bit greasy because of the skin.

It's always because of the skin.

Right. That's why they say: I got you under my skin.

Claudia had nice shiny skin.

It reflected a man's body "igniting" in the armchair.

Yes. Some women...

And men who...

His skin was soft as a baby's.

What's wrong, Mom?

It's the chicken.

It's so young.

- Isn't it good? - Yes, that's why it's good.

Chickens die so soon.

It'll be even better tomorrow.

Your father loved chicken so much.

Chicken with lemon, basquaise chicken

mustard chicken, tarragon chicken.

Whenever he was sick, light chicken broth.

He didn't like the legs. I didn't like white meat.

Trouble is, we can't find good chicken nowadays.

I'm going to bed.

- You? - I have to finish this chapter.

See you at breakfast, tomorrow?

Not in the morning. That's when I concentrate better.

If you speak to me, I'll have to go right back to bed.

Not in the morning, then.

Their two bodies...

ablaze...

in the armchair.

This is awful!

Bad.

I'll never be able to.

These curtains are so dirty!

Charlotte?

- It's a bit cold. - Turn up the heat.

It doesn't work.

You see? You set it the way you want.

- I sleep with the window open. - I'll open it for you.

I miss him.

I know. Me too, Mom.

Goodnight, Mom.

Goodnight, Charlotte.

- What are you doing? - I forgot the suitcase.

Don't be so rough. It hasn't done anything to you.

- You're gonna sleep with that? - Yes.

- An old suitcase like that... - As old as you.

- Tell me what's inside. - Maybe it's better not to.

- Mom. - I'm warning you.

Something about suitcases?

I can feel his presence.

- Who? - Your dad.

I don't want to forget his face.

Stop it, Mom. You're driving me mad.

I'll stop. Charlotte, what are you writing?

A contract. Has to be erotic. I'm not inspired.

Write dirty words.

Like what?

Dick.

- What else? - Cunt, cock.

- What else? - That's all.

- That's all there is. - Want me to help you?

Mom!

Look around you. Everything's erotic.

I don't think so.

Get inspiration from your own life, your own experience.

There's nothing better. On Sundays, your father and I...

- At your sister's place. - Your father and I...

Mom...

OK. I'll stop. Don't look at that dirt.

Go out and listen: bistros, the subway, trains...

Look at people, their hands, their feet, their entire body.

"Their hands, their feet, their entire body."

Your father's feet made me swoon.

Soon after your birth, we were in a dark restaurant...

Please, Mom!

I'd like to see.

- What? - What's in the suitcase?

A hat.

A shirt.

A scarf.

A tie.

Gloves.

Underwear.

Mennen after-shave. An electric razor.

A pair of pants.

What's the matter?

The piano is out of tune.

The presence of her loved one was an obsession.

His absence was hard to bear.

Dick, cock, ass.

A few days later

When he enters the apartment,

he recognizes her scent,

enters the room. She's completely naked

with her eyes closed.

He goes up to her, sees the curly fleece around her pussy.

He starts breathing heavier and more heavily...

and more heavily still.

I can't find the vacuum cleaner.

He starts breathing more heavily.

He starts breathing heavier,

and heavier,

and heavier,

He bends over the young woman.

No. He bends over her pussy.

She's vacuuming slowly.

The vacuum cleaner stops. She screams.

All hell breaks loose.

It's so quiet.

Yes?

The piano's for the 6th floor.

...the woman's sex, while she's vacuuming slowly.

The vacuum cleaner stops.

She screams. All hell breaks loose.

Loose? What's loose?

Too slow.

Faster, faster!

There!

Wonderful!

Sing!

Angrily!

C sharp!

You have no right to throw everything outside.

- I know, but... - Don't do it again.

- No. - Take it back inside.

Yes.

- This too. - No.

Yes.

That's not mine. It's my mother's.

In that case...

C sharp!

He told me to undress. I didn't feel like it.

Hope you didn't do it? Did you undress?

Take you clothes off. I felt like it.

I had no choice. I undressed.

What did he do?

First, he placed a lamp.

And...

He slowly walked around me.

He put a movie on.

And... I was going crazy.

I was so nervous. I got up.

I was shaking all over.

He had stinky feet.

Coffee.

It was very hot, in Africa. It was killing me.

Killing you?

It was killing me.

I had always wanted to go to Africa.

Seductive, extremely charming. Very special guy.

Meet again? Yes, madam. We have to be discreet.

Meet again, charming, seductive.

Not very tall, but well proportioned,

for a very reasonable price.

I introduced him to many people. They're crazy about him.

Not very tall, well proportioned, crazy about him.

It's perfect for a single lady.

A room with a view, all equipped.

500 euros.

Expenses... No. All expenses included.

Right. That's quite right.

You're also looking for something?

Everybody's looking at this time of the year.

- This time? - In real estate.

- My mother just moved out. - What about you?