Love Me Tender

I'm going to come.

- Clemence! - You look absolutely beautiful.

You won't join us for 5 minutes?

Oh no!

Discipline, Michel, discipline.

Have a good day.

Paul. Come talk to Mum.

Hello!

Paul!

You're not really experiencing it, but it's hell!

Paul, no more flute. Come and talk to Mummy.

Hello Mummy.

Ah! There you are!

How far did you go?

2 kilometres.

But my time was really, really bad, so, I won't even tell you.

And who are you?

I'm the son of Darth Vader and Cleopatra.

Okay...

I thought you were your mother's son.

Yes, as well. But also Darth Vader and Cleopatra.

Okay!

- Hey Laurent? - Yeah?

I have adult tickets for the show next weekend.

Do you want to come?

Next weekend... I'm in Normandy.

You're blocked...

And you look awful.

Is that better?

Ah, that's it.

Will you show me your sky?

Yes! Wait.

There you are. See it?

Come on, faster.

Go on, go on! Faster, faster!

OFF LIMITS

We overlook Place Dauphine.

It's the end of summer.

I'm dipping my salt and pepper chips in ketchup.

I had a club sandwich, he had a croque-monsieur.

"He" is my ex.

My first lover, and until further notice, my last.

We're still married, since we haven't divorced.

He and I were together for 20 years.

I left him three years ago.

His name is Laurent.

For our 8-year-old son, for Paul...

we take alternate weeks, by mutual agreement.

There's never a problem.

For the past few months, I've switched to girls.

That's what I want to tell him.

That's what the dinner is about.

Should we change his piano lessons when school starts again?

If you think it's necessary, sure.

Oh, I don't know, but...

He's not advancing.

He's a little boy.

But she... she's still a bit...

Too easygoing.

She's really way too easygoing.

Easygoing to the point of being soft.

A cream-puff.

Listen...

I've been having affairs with girls.

Love-affairs.

But "love", really?

Yes, well...

You see...

- Yes? - Same again.

Well...

Well, then...

What makes me happy is that you're happy.

Thank you.

There you are.

I drink more than this.

It's only champagne for me nowadays.

Costs me a fortune.

But it's true...

You really are looking good.

I swim a lot.

It's not only that.

No, you're beautiful, really.

No, seriously.

I think I'll take Paul to see my father for All Saints' Day.

Oh, cool.

Yeah. He hasn't seen him since Easter.

- He'll be happy. - Yeah.

How is your dad?

Ah, well... You know my dad.

Still the same.

He grumbles on the phone, he...

feels sorry for you.

Yeah?

He says that... you must feel lonely.

He's not wrong.

Well, good night.

- No? - No, not at all.

Okay...

I thought so.

Madam.

See you.

Well, yes, that's the idea.

Stop it. How come you're here?

Stop it.

- So cool, that you're coming. - Yeah.

What are these shots?

Why don't we just get divorced?

Shall we go?

Go on, go.

Stop getting me excited.

What?

I'm going home.

- No, no. - Yes, yes, yes.

Okay, good night.

No, no, no. Kisses, Paul.

- Yes. - From me.

Okay, good night.

What's she doing?

Are you leaving already?

Laurent?

Is everything alright?

Well...

He doesn't want to come.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean, he doesn't want to come?

He doesn't want to.

We're not going to force him, I'll make arrangements.

No, but...

I can just...

No.

No, this is ridiculous, come on.

- Go ahead. - I'll talk to him.

Hello, Paul.

Hello.

Paul Leveque wanted boarding gate number 14

for immediate departure to the Moon. Gate 14.

The rocket will launch soon.

Clemence, he doesn't want to see you.

Come on, let's have a juice.

And I have the tickets for the exhibition we wanted to see.

I don't want to see you.

Come on, get out of there, come on. Stop this, come on.

I don't want to see you, I'm telling you.

Yes, but this is how it is. It's our week.

Besides, I've planned lots of things. Come on.

Come on... Come here. Paul...

Paul...

I don't want to see you. I hate you.

Go away.

Did something happen between you two?

Did you have a fight?

Come off it... his anger isn't directed at me, is it?

Do you find that funny?

OK... OK.

If he changes his mind, will you call me?

OK.

It seems a mess, but it's OK.

Okay...

Bye bye.

And Paul, I'm calling you!

I love you!

Discipline, Clemence.

Discipline.

Did you bring up the divorce again?

It wasn't really the right time.

It's anything but a punishment to show me your back.

You're exhausting me, Elisabeth.

I know.

Still, I don't understand why you let him call you "his wife".

I don't understand what you were thinking, getting married.

With a guy, too.

That was common back then.

And... is he handsome, at least?

Yes.

No, not really.

But we were comfortable with each other.

What a bourgeois girl!

Now that he knows you're a lesbian, he's angry.

Hmm?

Can you stop talking, please?

What if I don't want to?

I said "please".

So you did.

Don't you want to stay a little longer?

It's still early.

Go back to sleep.

I'm going for a swim.

- Yeah? - Hello?

Do you know what time it is?

Hi, Laurent. Can you put Paul on, please?

He's getting ready for school.

Can you put him on, please?

Wait.

It's Mum, have a word with her before we go.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

He's a child. Can you put him on?

As you wish.

Hello? Paul?

My pet?

You're angry with me but I don't know why.