I Lost My Body (J'ai perdu mon corps)

Naoufel!

- Dad? - Yes, Naoufel.

How do you catch a fly?

-You aim off to the side. - That's dumb.

You asked, I told you. A fly is faster than you.

If you aim where it is, by the time you get there, it's gone.

Take it by surprise. Not where it is, where it will be.

The secret is to wait until it rubs its legs together and then...

you aim to the side.

It'll never work. A fly's eyes can see everywhere.

That's true.

But it can't guess you'll aim to the side.

Go on, try again.

- Some secret! - I never said it was easy.

You don't win every time. That's life.

I LOST MY BODY

Argh!

Beep. Beep.

Naoufel!

Mom?

Your wrist.

What now?

The thing is, I like the piano.

I'd like to give concerts like you with your cello.

-Travel all over. - What your son is saying,

is that he wants to be an astronaut!

Not an astronaut!

Astronaut, cosmonaut... I always mix them up.

I want to be a pianist and an astronaut.

That's my son!

I want to be both.

My little pumpkin.

Naoufel!

Two, three, four, five...

That's six this week. How do you do it?

Six late deliveries and it's only Wednesday!

That's six free pizzas.

Two a day.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

Buy yourself a watch for Christ's sake!

Haven't you forgotten something?

Sorry! Leave a note, shit!

What's up, baby?

- Stop it! - He doesn't care.

I'M WITH SANDRA

Don't leave me like this!

Check out that ass.

You need a full-sized poster or what? Dumb shit.

Sorry!

You OK?

Uh, yeah.

Shit, shit, shit.

Hey! Hey! Oh!

Goddamn it.

Yeah?

Fast Pizza.

Could you open the door?

Didn't you forget something?

Like an apology for being late.

Sorry, I had a little problem.

And how about "hello"?

I said "Fast Pizza, hello."

No, you said "Fast Pizza."

Look, you want to open the door or not?

I could be a pain and demand a free pizza.

"20 minutes late, one free pizza!" That's what the flyer says.

- I'm 20 minutes late? -Forty.

So what now?

It's up to you, Mrs Martinez.

It's "miss." And Martinez was the last renter.

They never changed the name.

Anyhow, it was easier for deliveries and... Oh, forget it.

I'll open, but I'm pissed off.

35th floor, door to the right.

Thank you, miss.

You have to wait for the end of the beep.

Still not working?

Nope.

You sure you waited for the beep to end?

Yes, I'm sure.

Can you come down?

One last try?

OK.

-Ready? -I've been ready for 20 minutes.

It's official now, no tip.

Hang on, I'll put a sweater on.

I'm coming!

-Don't bother. -Why not?

The pizza and I had an accident on the way.

-It didn't survive. -Nothing too serious?

It looks like a pizza

on top of a second half-eaten pizza.

I meant you. You're OK?

Me?

No, I'm fine.

It's nice to ask.

You should change jobs. You're lousy at this.

I know.

My boss says the same.

You should listen to him.

Yeah.

Look, why don't you just order another one?

They're used to it.

Have a good evening.

You're still there?

Fuck!

Shitty night, huh?

35th floor, you said?

Makes me dizzy just looking up!

Is that my Neapolitan you're eating?

Tastes good?

The extra onions was a bad idea.

You kidding me?

What do you see from up there?

I see your scooter. It looks run down.

But if you look straight ahead, what do you see?

Nothing.

Just the horizon.

-Must be peaceful. -What? I didn't hear you.

I said, must be peaceful being cut off from the world!

Nothing to see.

Nothing to hear.

You hear the rain?

Rain doesn't make noise.

Not up here, in any case.

I hear the wind...

When it whistles between the buildings,

I get the impression...

I'm on an ice field in the middle...

of a storm.

Safe inside my igloo.

And when the wind is really strong,

I can feel the building sway.

I don't know...

It's like...

Like the whole world was drunk.

-Gabrielle? -Hello, Mrs Lussac.

Oh, my goodness, I don't know what I did.

-I went out... -Your keys?

That's exactly it, my dear!

-If you don't mind... -The door's stuck, but I'll try.

Thank you.

I'll bring your books back tomorrow! I haven't forgotten.

No rush.

So you don't wait for the beep.

Do you lend books often?

Every weekday.

I work in a library.

You should go for it. It won't last.

Go for what?

It's stopped raining.

I guess I should leave.

Otherwise, you might be stuck here all night.

That would be dumb.

Goodbye, Mr Delivery Boy.

Goodbye, Miss Martinez.

Hello, may I speak to Gabrielle?

I see, thank you.

Goodbye.

May I please speak to Gabrielle?

Sorry, I dialled the wrong number.

- Hurry up, I gotta shit. -It's occupied.

What's he doing with the phone?

May I speak to Gabrielle?

Get outta there!

You talking to me?

-Gabri... - C'mon!

-Gabrielle? -Yes.

It's...

Get outta there!

Edison!

That's it, good doggie.

Let's go.

Hello.

Is Gabrielle here, please?

-What for? -It's... personal.

Figured as much. What's the name?

It's...

A surprise.

- Gabrielle-- -No, that's OK!

It's OK, thank you. I'll just...

Where's the men's room?

Gabrielle?