This Summer Feeling (Ce sentiment de l'été)

THIS SUMMER FEELING

Sasha.

Do you want to sit down?

FIVE DAYS LATER

Hey.

Thanks.

Hi, David.

Lawrence just got here.

Your parents are upstairs?

Yes, they're resting.

It was hell last night with mom.

We couldn't calm her down.

This morning, she spoke to a doctor friend.

He confirmed, you know,

the diagnosis.

Or, at least, he didn't find it...

That made it easier for them.

It was a good idea, her calling.

I said I'd wake them at 11.

There's stuff to do for the repatriation of the urn.

Do you want me to stay and help with anything?

No, it's fine.

I think I'll go back to bed, catch up on some sleep.

And Sasha's friends all went home to Paris?

Most of them, except Anouk.

The others couldn't stay overnight.

- Your sister flew back to New York? - Yes.

Yesterday, as well.

I think it's better that way.

I'd better go or I won't get any sleep.

See you later then.

Later.

I never got around to asking. How's Nils?

He's good. But you asked me already.

I did?

I even gave you a picture Nils drew for you.

I honestly don't remember.

I don't even know where I put it.

He'll do you another, don't worry.

I left him with my parents on the way here.

It's complicated. He's only little.

Yes, of course.

Lawrence?

You must be Lawrence.

Do you speak German?

Zoé?

Where are we meeting Lawrence? At the restaurant?

No, he said he'd...

He's coming here and we'll all go together.

- He'll meet us here. - I see.

Anouk, thanks for staying. We appreciate it.

Truly.

No, I'm very happy that you're not bored.

That's good, sweetheart.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay.

Well?

He's fine.

He wasn't in bed?

Now I've said goodnight, he'll sleep.

Little monster.

How old's Nils now?

- Six? - Nearly seven.

As I said yesterday, Vladimir and I insist

that you keep all you two had in the apartment.

It goes without saying, if you're okay with it.

If it's not too much clutter. Anything you want to give away

or prefer to get rid of, I understand.

Anyway, we'll be back in Berlin soon to finish the paperwork,

so tell us then. There's no rush.

We consider that all Sasha's belongings belong to you.

We have no intention

of dispossessing you of anything

or encroaching on your shared space.

We also want you to have Sasha's savings.

It's not much, obviously,

but every little helps, with the rent for example.

- Dad! - What's up? Am I rambling?

Did I say something stupid?

So you're doing more and more translation work?

Yes, I work with the...

Always for the same publisher.

Mostly.

They're letting off steam.

He came to see me, in fact.

I'm really not sleepy.

One for the road maybe?

Sure, good idea.

I don't know if...

Lawrence...

You know a place we can go?

Sure, why not?

I think I'll turn in.

Yes, I'll head back too.

- Thanks for everything. - No problem.

See you.

Goodbye.

ONE YEAR LATER

See that? It looks like steam. Or mist.

It's pretty.

C'mon, jump!

Where'd you get that?

A gift.

Look at Charles and Bill.

They obviously like a drop or two.

What do you mean, like a drop or two?

They look a bit...

Look a bit what?

A drop or two of alcohol. They're bright red, they've got...

The conks on them. Anyway...

Now, seriously...

Does your character have a mustache?

I don't think so.

Don't think so?

Silly! Does he or doesn't he?

The two alkies in the trash!

My turn.

Is your character

Georges?

You have to ask general question to start with.

Like is it a boy or a girl?

It's a girl?

No, not a girl.

Not many girls in this game.

Does he have a hat?

Yes.

I know.

It's Bernard.

Nils, that's just stupid.

You said it was a man.

That's a woman, you cheat!

Look, you can see it's a woman. Long hair, lipstick...

- He's trying to con you too? - Totally.

He makes up the rules as he goes along.

So I see.

Yet another gift. He's spoilt rotten.

My dad gave him my old games.

He can't get over having a grandson.

I'd have preferred a girl.

Anyways...

I'll be going.

He's eaten.

Pumpkin.

You don't want to stay over?

No, I'm going home.

Sure?

Yes, I have lots to do.

It's up to you.

You bastard.

Got one for me?

Here.

Thanks.

What did you do today?

I lazed around.

And I saw Anouk.

We had lunch together.

How is she?

Fine, I guess.

A bit hyper, as usual.

Lawrence is coming to Paris.

Isn't it weird he didn't let us know?

I don't know. Maybe he will.

I don't think so.

I get the feeling he's cut himself off.

Anouk said it's been hard for him recently.

More than at the beginning.

I suspected something was wrong.

I emailed him a while ago.

His reply was pretty weird.

Kind of terse.

He'll be at Anouk's party Saturday.

Maybe I won't go now.

How come?

Maybe he doesn't want to see me.

Sure he does. For sure.

Zoé?

Can't you sleep?

The living room's loud.

All the noise from the street.

I know.

Hey, William.

How are you?

I'm good.

- Everything okay? - Great.

Hello there.

- How's it going? - Fine.

And you? Sleep well?

Pretty well.

Your son said you got to bed at noon.

I'm out of whack just now.

- You too, I guess? - Less than you.

Going out already?

Yes, I have a date.

You never sit with me now.

You're bored?

No, you know...

We never talk, you're always coming or going.

Next week, I'm all yours. I promise.

Anything happen tonight?

Nothing special. A Swiss couple in room 15 for two nights.

Did you see the stuff your son printed out?