Eloise (Eloise's Lover / Eloïse) (Eloïse)

Eloïse.

Eloïse,

I dreamt I was dying.

Don't worry,

it was a nightmare, but it's over.

Eloïse...

Hello.

Yes, speaking.

She's my daughter. Why?

What?

My God! How is she?

I'm on my way.

What happened?

She didn't see it.

The doctor will be back soon. Please have a seat.

I'll take that.

No, I like wearing it.

It's her favorite pendant.

Where is she?

-Who? -Her.

Who are you talking about?

She's no one, no one.

I need some coffee. Do you want a cup?

No.

I'll be right back.

Àsia.

You know what the idiot said? "Èrica,

I'm not ready for a serious relationship."

-Who asked him for one? -He was scared to death.

Why do guys think you want any?

We want to have fun too.

-He was a pain. -I should have dropped him way back.

It's their hormones.

Yeah, their hormones are different and that's why they do these things.

-Besides they're hairy. -Well, look at your armpits!

Talking about guys...

What a piece!

-Don't stare. -He's seen us and is looking.

Watch it, he's still looking.

-I think he likes you. -No.

I don't think you're his type.

Last year he was going out with an older woman.

-Bullshit, you made that up. -It's true.

-Hi, girls. Hi, Àsia. -Hi, Nat, sit down.

No, thanks. Do you want to come to the movies on Wednesday?

-Who's going? -Dani, Ruben and me.

With pleasure, right, girls?

-Wednesday at 5, at school? -Sure.

Perfect. See you on Wednesday.

-Bye. -Bye.

"Hi, Àsia." It was quite evident.

You'll go to the movies with him!

And he'll probably leave us alone with his friends.

Dani isn't that bad.

Here comes the freaky.

She's so weird.

She was born in a sect that worships the extraterrestrials.

She took a drug that fried her brain and now she's a psychopath.

That's why she backs off, because she can have the urge to kill.

-She may have already. -Impossible.

-Why? -She's not that kind.

That's why I don't trust her.

-She was pregnant and aborted. -But she's a lesbian.

Maybe not back then. Maybe she was raped.

Sure, in the sect.

Let's go, I don't want to get home late.

What time is it?

-830. -When is the doctor coming?

At 10.

I'm going to have something to eat. Want some coffee?

Eloïse, don't stare at people like that.

Àsia.

Àsia!

You've still got a while. Go on.

It's time.

You'll finally make me proud of you.

-Why do Fridays take so long? -And weekends are so short?

-Nat, we've got a match to play. -Last week they caught us off guard.

-They scored three. -We'll score six.

-Yeah, sure. -At what time?

I have to talk to Nora and Èrica, but I guess around 10.

-I'll text you. -Okay.

-See you. -Bye.

Dedicate one or two goals to me.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

-I'm sorry. -Thanks.

Art Student Needs a Model on April 8, Classroom 203, Fine Arts

Hello.

-Are you here for the ad? -Yes, but I didn't know you...

-Have you found a model? -No.

You're the first and probably the last. I was leaving.

-Bye. -Wait.

If you're here, you're interested.

Just out of curiosity.

I won't be anyone's model, and much less...

Mine.

Sure.

Thanks for coming. See you next time.

Weren't you leaving?

-I want to be your model. -I won't waste time.

Me either.

I don't know why I came here nor why, but...

I want to do something impulsive, unexpected, without thinking.

I want to be your model.

-It was that book. -What book?

The one you were reading at the bar, it brought me here.

Okay, let's be impulsive!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

To us!

-To my two goals. -Don't start again.

I got away from a bastard defender who was after me...

Don't let him drink any more or we'll still be here at 4 a.m.

You have nothing better to do anyway.

What? I'll have all the guys at the disco at my feet by then.

I'm wasting my time here. I should be on the make.

And you talk about the guys?

I admit I like your species, and a lot.

And if she weren't my friend, I would have made you.

I think we've had enough alcohol.

Dykes.

How disgusting!

I think lesbians have had bad experiences with guys.

Or because they're too ugly, like these two.

Go show them what a real man is like.

-With three I've got enough. -And what else, kid?

If this music weren't a drag, we could dance.

Gin and tonic.

Keep that up and you'll strike oil.

-I'm sorry. -Don't worry.

-Did you have fun yesterday? -Too much.

That is evident.

Tell me what this is all about. What I must do, when I can go out...

Leave it for another day, you're in a bad mood.

-I won't waste my time. -No, wait.

I want to talk, but I had a bad night.

They say man devours other men.

That's nothing next to what a woman can do to another.

-We're worse and think we're great. -Competitive and jealous.

It's not jealousy. I only wish it were.

It's envy.

Wanting to be better than others, having things and that shit.

-How do you do it? -Do what?

At school they said terrible things about you.

I didn't believe them but had it been me, I couldn't take it.

But you didn't bat an eyelash, as if you didn't care.

How did you do it?

-Crying in solitude. -That affected you?

Sure. What do you think I'm made of?

I tried to pass, but it did affect me.

The people closest to us hurts us the most.

I draw best when people are distracted.

Excuse me.

My daughter was taken to surgery over two hours ago.

-Will she be much longer? -What room number?

314.

The operation takes three hours. They should be finishing.

Don't worry, the doctor will come to inform you of how it went.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Still going out with Nathaniel? -Yes, for about a year now.

-He's a nice guy. -Yeah, and very affectionate.

-What are you studying? -Architecture.

Now I understand the folder. It surprised me when we met.

-So you draw too. -Not the same stuff, but yes.

-You know her? -No.

Have you ever smiled at a stranger?

No, why?

No, just curiosity.

Àsia,

the other day at the disco

I did something I shouldn't...

I kissed Èrica.

I don't know why, I'm sorry. I want to be sincere with you.

That was dumb and I'm sorry, but I wanted you to know.

-I'm sorry. -I knew that.

-Did she tell you? -No, I saw you.

Shit!

-Why didn't you say anything? -I didn't know how to react.

-Shit, I'm sorry. -So am I.

-What can I do for your forgiveness? -You've got it. It wasn't...

Well, I felt terrible, but that's it, it's over.

-And thanks for your sincerity. -Slap me.

-What? -I deserve it for being an idiot.

Don't be silly. I won't slap you.

Come here.

I love you.

I'll do nothing more to hurt you.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Idiot!

I've got something for you.

-What is that? -A lost date. They're for tomorrow.

-For me? -Yes.

Take advantage and go with Nathaniel.

You use them. Go with someone else.

-They cost a fortune. -Use them.

No, give them to a friend.

Relax, I'm glad you can use them.

I don't know what to say.

That you'll go and have a real great time.

Ballet, tonight? I don't know.