Love Me No More (Deux jours à tuer)

LOVE ME NO MORE

Antoine, could you pick up my mom?

Why can't your dad?

- His license has been suspended. - Suspended! How come?

Why? He drank too much.

Living with your mom might explain it.

That's not nice.

It's on your way.

No, I remember the address.

Yes, I'II be nice to your mother... bye.

So as you see, Mr. Mortez

we emphasized the health aspect

of the product, rather than the taste.

Sorry.

So, instead of the taste, we're focusing on health:

fat and sugar free, and it reduces cholesterol.

Which unites two universal concepts:

indulgence and remedy, health and happiness.

Yeah, I can read.

I'm not sure...

The message is right,

but the phrasing isn't very...

punchy!

I expected a stronger hook, something warmer,

more poetic.

That's it: poetic!

- Poetic? - Yes, why not?

Of course, poetic!

Let's see then, how about:

100% natural, it's true

a yogurt that makes you exclaim, "I love you!"

No, within reason.

OK, lyrical then...

Your milky white reflection

is like the fire

burning to perfection.

No, that's no good.

Mysterious then...

What hidden flavors lie in this virtuous yogurt?

Patriotic?

Nutri-yogurt, you are my country, my deliverance,

Nutri-yogurt, for me, you are my France!

That's nonsense.

Medical?

Nutri-yogurt, you know its role?

It should reduce your cholesterol!

What's with him?

I sense you're not convinced.

No.

Oh darn.

You see, the real problem

is that your yogurt is inedible!

For months we've tried to polish this turd.

He's never happy. It's excruciating.

What's with him?

What's with me is this:

I'm done with these endless meetings,

creating dumb slogans for yogurt that cures diabetes, cholesterol,

stress and cholera. I'm through.

Antoine, calm down!

I am calm.

When anyone speaks the truth, we say they're nuts.

I've had it.

I'm leaving.

Goodbye, Mr. Mortez.

Mr. Mortez,

I'm at a loss.

It's clear. Your associate wants me to go!

Coffee, please.

Got a cigarette?

Keep the pack.

Are you nuts? Have you lost your mind?

You realize the trouble we're in?

Are you listening?

Did Mortez leave?

I pleaded with him to stay.

He wilI on two conditions: You're off the project

and apologize to him.

Screw him and his apology.

As for the rest: OK.

I'm off the project.

I'm off all of them.

Meaning?

My heart isn't in it anymore.

I'll sell you my shares.

What'll you do?

No idea. But I've had enough of writing lies and gibberish!

OK.

What do I do when you're gone?

Get someone new,

a real spitfire.

I'm old, used up. I've run out of juice.

I don't get it.

Things were going so well, and then suddenly you...

Look, why don't you take a holiday, get some sun?

Will you buy my shares?

Fine.

Thank you.

Why'd I order this?

Do you want mine?

What is it?

Today's your birthday, right?

Yes. 42. Still young, don't you think?

Happy birthday.

What could it be? Is it a pen?

An umbrella?

A car?

Château Haut-Brion '64!

I know you were born in '65, but it wasn't a good vintage.

That's for sure.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You're an angel.

Will you tell her?

You can't go on like this.

You must tell her.

You've got all weekend.

I don't care how, but tell her.

I expected you earlier.

I'm glad to leave this place.

The doctors are divas, if you see them.

The service is abysmal, and the food atrocious!

Gently! Be careful with my arm.

Be careful!

In future, I'll avoid escalators.

A most dangerous invention.

Thank you.

You're still here!

What's that?

You're not dead!

Do you wish I were?

I don't live with you. Thank God!

What's got into you?

You're always complaining. A ball breaker.

What?

Ball breaker, balls!

To think I cared about buying

a nice present for you...

Don't waste your time.

Last year's sweater is in the dog's bed.

He loves it!

Thank goodness we're here.

Poor old dear.

My husband's happy. He never complains.

He's kept his mouth shut for 40 years, poor guy.

Hello.

Hello Maurice.

Everything OK, dear?

Words cannot describe!

Help me out of this awful car.

Go easy on the...

Good evening.

Hello, Mrs. Lemoine.

Lovely weather today.

- Not like yesterday. - Yes, it's lovely.

Like springtime. I hope it continues.

Goodbye, Antoine.

You know Mr. Lalande?

He's a great guy.

He's asked me to marry him.

Terrific. A new beginning.

It really needs some thought.

Hello everyone!

Hey, you rascals!

Hi Dad!

- What are you drawing? - Things.

- Can I see? - No, not yet.

Daddy...

Yes, my love.

Can I have a pony?

- You're too little. - A small one, then.

You're still too little.

Am I too little?

We'll see...

Meanwhile: toilet, teeth and bed!

Hi...

I see your mother's called.

She thanked you for your kindness.

Kind with a pitbull?

How was your day?

Nothing special?

No.

Where did you have lunch?

In a café, it was very average. I hardly ate.

You "hardly ate" with who?

Why do you ask?

I'm just asking, that's all.

You know,

until this afternoon I thought this stuff only happened to others.

What?

All these couples that lie and cheat.

I told myself it could never happen to us.

That would never be us.

It's not possible, right?

No.

But then,

one day you come home with your kids

it's Friday, all's well.

Then the phone rings,

and then,