Nearest to Heaven (Au plus près du paradis)

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Need a ride?

Oh, Bernard...

Funny, isn't it?

Actually, I saw you leave.

I followed you and thought what the hell...

I thought I saw you at the back of the hall.

You haven't changed at all in 30 years.

Well, you have,

but I don't know how to put it...

Don't bother, then.

I saw you about 10 years ago at a gallery preview at Tamaris.

You never saw me then.

Tamaris? No, I don't recall.

A luxury model, right?

Yes. It's fantastic. Go on, get in.

No, I hate driving.

Get in. Close your eyes, smell the leather, the wood...

It's very low.

Red's a bit showy but if I don't treat myself now...

And women like it.

Seen how soft the wheel is?

For God's sake!

It makes me look like some St Tropez poseur

but I think it's funny.

I guess you don't.

Let me drop you off.

No, it's out of your way.

You know where I live?

Been to these reunions before?

The other times, I was either away or not interested.

This year I was in Paris, so...

Once I got into the swing of it, it was fun.

I expected everyone to mull over the past at these reunions...

Class reunions I suppose you'd call them...

I mean, it was all so long ago.

We've drifted apart. A lot of people were missing.

Anyone in particular?

No, I can't remember everybody.

You remember Philippe?

Of course... But I don't think he was there.

I saw Sophie. Sophie... I can't remember her surname.

I didn't talk much, actually.

It's okay if you make an effort...

You've never really made an effort. That's not your style.

Don't get mad.

I'm not getting mad. What's my style?

No cabs. You're stuck.

That's new for you.

Usually, you just whistle.

You know you had us all at your beck and call.

Even Philippe said so.

And he was pretty self-centred, right?

All you had to do was walk straight over to him and...

you gave him that look of yours. Nice and easy.

Right?

What a memory.

We were so young back then.

The weird thing is a princess like you

fell for his sly smile.

I guess princesses aren't that perceptive after all.

If you say so.

In any case, I could never have said what he told us.

You like to talk though.

I mean, Fanette, how did you end up on his list

with those other tarts?

I am a tart and what's it to you?

You always spy on people?

You saw it all in the stars?

I saw what I saw. Others did too.

I was your ideal woman, is that it?

What a joke.

I don't need some self-deluded guy who sounds a horn like that

and I'm not starting now...

Shit.

If Philippe had been here...

He was, in his grey suit.

I didn't see him. Neither did you, I guess. Tough.

Shall I give him your address if I run into him?

What a stupid question!

It's a happy ending though.

I think it's the music.

Maybe I'm here, maybe not. Leave me a message.

Fanette? It's Alain.

You must be tired after the move.

If you don't get back too late,

let me take you out to dinner.

Call me.

If not, see you at the hospital. Take care.

This isn't abstract painting.

For me, each sign corresponds to a story, something that exists.

You take reality

and then you elaborate on it.

You tell yourself a story...

"The Cockfight" is one in a series of twelve large drawings,

about a journey that ends tragically in the Sargasso Sea

where a ship overloaded with treasure sinks with all hands.

I don't build things up,

but I cast part of myself onto a surface.

Through analogy, I explore the invisible world

and mysterious forces.

I speak of it only through references

that make something of nothing.

You're here...

Morning, mum.

Morning, dear.

You got that bag from Laure's?

No, I'll go round later.

You need it today?

Can you start the coffee?

Right away.

Lucie, why did you do that?

Oh, come on! You always kissed me like that.

When you were little. Not anymore.

Your lips are for others, for those you love.

Don't you love me?

Yes, but if your lips kiss everyone, your kisses lose their savour.

La Rochefoucauld?

You come out with such sententious crap.

It's not sententious to say you're too old to kiss me like that.

It could help me find a man.

That's not going to work, I'm no fairy godmother.

It suits you. Keep it.

You still wear it?

No, not very often.

Pity...

It suited you.

How's life? Anything new?

No, nothing I can tell you first thing.

Same here. Nothing new in my life.

What's wrong? You want to tell me something?

I don't think so.

Seeing as how I don't have a room here,

I thought I'd take a look round.

You know how an empty room freaks me out.

Don't start again.

It wouldn't have been empty

with my stuff in it.

You moved out, didn't you?

So? Didn't you think I might need a place to run to?

You can always sleep on the couch! You have a key!

This is your home. But we're not a couple!

Still, you wear dresses, me pants.

You have tits and me shoulders.

You have your father's body and his hair...

You have lovely shoulders, a long neck...

You're gorgeous, Lucie.

Yes, speaking.

What?

I can't hear you. Are you on a mobile?

Who?

What?

Do I know you?

Sorry? Hello...

Are you okay?

Did you ever go out with a Bernard?

I didn't.

Did you?

I don't think so.

Let's team up to look for Bernards.

Help me, it's my nails.

How many can we hook in one day?

Make some coffee.

We can't even share that...

Oh, shit.

Got a tissue?

I don't know...

Here.

I'm sick of crying.

Two or three times now, I...

This is ridiculous, I feel like a real crybaby.

And you haven't been dumped.

No, but...

Your dress is undone.

I don't care.

You should go out at night and then sleep 8 hours.

Try it for a few days and you'll soon see.

I can't sleep. I have horrible nightmares.

How can I have such hideous things inside me?

What are they about?

I delve into his body, grope around and rip out his liver.

That's not a nightmare.

It's a violent emotion.

It could be worse.

Worse? Have you had worse dreams?

The only dream I remember is one where I run around without a head.

Except in some streets where I still have it.

Okay, but you're alone. You don't hurt anyone.

You think you don't but you always hurt someone.

It can't be helped.

Except in your case. You still have leeway.

Not again...

But you love me!

Cut it out, Brigitte!

Stop that, it's contagious!

Cut it out now!

I love your shoes.

What?

They're really...

- I don't believe it. - What?