Eloïse's Journey (La page blanche)

Hold on a second...

Where am I?

Wow, I've been crying.

Isn't there a phone in here?

"Eloïse Leroy, 4 bis, Place de la Chapelle".

Eloïse Leroy... That's not my name.

My name is...

My name is...

Shit, what is my name?

Can we help you?

No, thank you.

Fucking asshole!

At least I remember assholes.

- Hi. Ok? - Hi. Yeah.

Your cat's mewing. He must be hungry.

Really? But...

It's cos I'm back late.

No worries. Goodbye.

Bye.

Mum!

Honey!

Hold on...

Cut it out.

Hello, kitty.

Hello there.

Anybody here?

Ok...

The girl's single.

Password: "Eloïse Leroy."

All right...

"Leroy, Eloïse."

Shit.

Date of birth.

Don't panic.

See doctor, find phone, seek witness, computer code.

Packed schedule, babe.

Beddy-byes now.

Sleep will bring it all back.

Right?

ELOÏSE'S JOURNEY

Shit...

- Hello? - It's Olivia.

What's up? You're two hours late.

Actually, I'm a bit queasy.

Are you sick?

A little.

Call in that case. You know that.

Is your mobile dead? Good job you have a landline.

It's so 20th century. You'll be in tomorrow?

Yeah. Where?

Yeah, of course.

Bring a sick note for Fred.

Fred?

Yeah, of course.

But...

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

Shit, shit, shit!

Where does she put her pay-slips?

What the hell? What's this dress?

Who am I?

Who the hell am I?

Prescription!

I need a sick note.

Right, kitty?

What on earth's my job?

Maybe I work in a bank.

Surely I'm not a riot cop?

No.

What is it this time, Ms Leroy?

It isn't easy to explain.

Like last time? That stifling feeling again?

No.

What is it then? A sore throat? Backache?

- A stiff neck? - No.

- As usual, nothing's wrong. - As usual?

Six sick leaves in six months show consistency, Ms Leroy.

Well, yes.

So what do I put this time?

Exhaustion, nausea, dizziness, we've done.

Amnesia.

Have we tried that?

No, sorry, but I won't put amnesia.

Amnesia's serious.

I am serious.

Doctor, I...

You won't believe me, but I've lost my memory.

My mind's a blank.

Ms Leroy, do you know what my sister says?

Respect limits or they bite.

I swear it's true.

I can't remember what my job is.

I couldn't remember my address.

What is my job, please?

You sell books at Gibert.

I sell books at Gibert. Ok.

I've forgotten all about myself.

But the rest is ok, apparently.

I mean, I know who Vanessa Paradis is,

but not if I have brothers or sisters.

I don't know if I'm straight, bi,

but I know Veuve Cliquot is a brand of champagne.

Two weeks' sick leave.

I need time to get sorted.

No. No way.

I'll give you one day's sick leave and prescribe some tests.

Symptoms of retrograde amnesia.

What does that mean?

What you say you have.

Trouble recalling personal information

or memories from before the amnesia.

Could it be Alzheimer's or a tumour?

Anything's possible.

The trouble is, with amnesiacs, if people know about it,

the social circle distances itself.

Amnesiacs isolate themselves and end up losing their jobs.

And, without a strong family unit,

they frequently end up homeless.

Or even in a psychiatric hospital.

Come on, Ms Leroy, get to work!

1 - Either I'm a total slob

2 - or I'm a hypochondriac.

3 - I work at Gibert.

I think I'm probably a total slob who works at Gibert.

I reinstalled it. It's good as new.

But don't give a computer beer.

It's no use.

I found bits of kebab, brownies and bread.

I get that. But not beer!

I've learned my lesson.

Guaranteed three months.

Thank you. Bye.

Bye.

Hi, can I help you?

Can you help... Actually, I wanted some information.

I'm here to help.

I was on that bench yesterday.

And my phone was stolen.

- Ouch. - Yeah.

I wonder if you saw the guy who did it

or something unusual.

- Yesterday? - Yes.

No.

I wasn't here.

I only closed up.

My partner was here.

He's left.

For Nepal.

For the summer.

Could you ask him anyway?

Sure, when he gets back.

Because...

If you want, I...

Give me your number and when he gets back...

My phone was stolen.

You still have a number.

You can't steal a number.

Can you?

No.

You can change phones.

See your provider with your number to get a new chip.

They'll sell you a new phone.

Yes, you're right.

If it's backed up, you'll recover your data.

That's right too.

So...

What's the number?

06?

I'll come back. It's wiser.

It's friendlier.

Yes, it's friendlier. People rarely come back.

Exactly.

If you come back,

ask for Moby Dick.

That's what they call me.

Moby Dick, ok.

Bye.

Using this door today?

I've lost my job Has anyone seen it anywhere?

Hello?

Yes, it's Eloïse Leroy.

You forgot your pass?

Yes.

No, save a little for tonight at your place.

For tonight?

Is 8 PM ok?

- You bet. - Ok.

Not getting out?

Of course, yes.

See you tonight then.

You bet.

The longest foreplay ever!

- An hour down there. - An hour?

- An hour! - You put honey on your pussy?

He must've thought it was crêpe Suzette.

You seem to rate the clit.

The clit's a totally wild thing.

Sorry, but the clit's overrated.

The pressure... No one bothered about it before.

Hi, Elo.

Hi.