- Beautiful as ever, that music. - Oh, it's you.
- Barh? Prelude? - No, it's a fugue.
Do you think Johann Sebastian Barh just knocked that out?
Overnight? After a night of partying?
Johann Sebastian Barh worked, in spite of being Johann Sebastian Barh.
Johann Sebastian Barh didn't act like John Sebastian Barh.
That's how he became Johann Sebastian Barh.
Now get working on that 3D.
Keep at it, keep trying...
- Yes. - And make sure you stop at 9pm.
Can you stop saying Johann Sebastian Barh?
It's "Bach".
OK, I'm off.
No one's asking for a fugue.
So, petrol... OK.
Pressure, OK.
Indicators, OK.
The zem is full.
Checklist complete. Ignition.
Atlantic, here we come.
THE SWEET ESCAPE
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
Aren't you too hot in your Mermoz jacket?
No. Does it really remind you of Mermoz?
Yes.
It just needs to get worn in. Coming?
Michel! Michel!
I'll just go and change and I'll be right back.
Come on, Choumi!
- Get a move on! - I'm coming.
It's embarrassing!
He's been calling me Choumi for 30 years. I'm scared.
All your friends are here. Even Choupette and Felix.
I bloody well hate surprises.
But you know Rémi likes it, so come on, now.
Oh, now I get it.
That 3D I had to finish. That was you lot.
You got me good.
- Come on... - Now I see...
Here he is!
- Here's my present. - What is it?
Happy birthday, love.
Wonder what it could be.
What is it?
An IV drip?
And on behalf of everyone here...
Really?
"For Choumi"...
What is it?
A flying lesson.
Three hours of flying.
Signed by everyone.
Thank you.
Yes, it's...
a good idea.
Thanks ever so much. It's a really lovely idea.
They could really tell that you didn't like their present.
I just thought it was a bit much.
Yeah, well they thought it was a really nice idea.
It's something very personal for me.
What, liking Aérospatiale?
Aéropostale.
I like Aéropostale. It embodies an ideal.
What ideal, exactly?
Bringing people together,
sea crossings in the dead of night,
the camaraderie and all the rest of it.
It's not just about flying all over the place.
I'm sorry, but on our second date, you said that, as a kid,
you'd get an erection, pretending to fly your model aeroplanes.
- Yes, that's true. - Yeah, so...
The idea of gliding, surrendering to the wind...
Surrendering to the wind?
It's funny, 'cause I've stopped getting...
strange erections.
Well, that'll be because your erections are no longer strange.
That's an improvement.
What about you? What got you...
Me, I'd get turned on making celeriac remoulade.
Now, at our age, we're more aware our desires.
No problem working them.
We don't necessarily have to act them out.
Is that what you think?
In terms of visual perception,
nowadays you need a vision that's...
palindromic, information-wise.
You have to be able to read it both backwards and forwards.
Now, what's a palindrome, then?
A palindrome
is a word that can be read from left to right
and right to left.
Radar.
Anna.
Gag.
I understand the word comes from Ancient Greek.
Palindromos; that which moves backwards.
Or like the word "repaper".
Or it could be a whole sentence.
Like "I'm a fool; aloof am I".
Yes... very good.
Well done. I have some very clever colleagues.
There's "boob" as well.
They wear me out. Fancy going outside for a smoke?
You like Annabella, don't you?
She's a bit young...
This morning, I got into the shower
and I did a little dance.
Really?
Just a figure of eight, swaying my hips, you know...
- And? - ...my stomach...
And... it's ridiculous. Pathetic.
It's history.
- What is? - Dancing. It's over.
Doing figures of eight is hardly dancing.
It's not as if yours are even any good.
Well, thanks a lot. I think I'm still quite limber.
What, when you're alone in the shower?
Well, I'm not going to wiggle like that in front of...
In front of girls?
Not in front of girls or anyone else.
After a while, we just look gross, let's face it.
Watching some old guy swaying his hips in front of a...
I just find it gross.
Some 50-year-old bloke with a 20-year-old.
- Even with a 30-year-old. - Why? And what about love?
What gives you the right to judge?
Yes. You're right.
- I've lost my lightheartedness. - Sure.
So if some bird walks past, are you going to follow her, doing figures of eight?
- I need the 3D for tomorrow, without fail. - Relax...
- "Some bird"... - Well, you know...
Sexes!
The plural, that is.
Now that's a palindrome!
You're such a pain.
Well, you never come up with anything.
I never come up with anything...
Never find anything...
Palindrome.
Kayak.
A wooden hull...
Damn.
What a beauty.
Excuse me. How do you ungroup?
Control U.
Oh, yeah. Thanks.
We can talk face to face, you know, Annabella.
I just didn't want to bother, as you've been acting so weird.
- Mr Flanquart? - Yes, that's me.
Like an aeroplane without wings
I sang all night long
I was singing for her
She never believed a word
Even if I can't fly away
I'll go all the way
Oh, sure, I want to play
But no jokers, OK?
...and 416 is 4 metres, 16 cm.
4 metres, 16 cm.
1...2... 3...
4 metres and 16.
But how do you transport it?
It wouldn't even fit on a car rack.
- Package for you. - Cheers.
- What is it? - Oh, just stuff.
What are those oars for?
I got them cheap online. Good, aren't they?
You bought used oars?
People put plane propellers on walls, so I'll...
hang them like this...
In the hallway.
You want to put oars in the hallway?
They're paddles, not oars.
Chubby Cheeks at the office kayaks, doesn't she?
She's not chubby anymore.
You mean that tart's on a diet, too?
- It's my grilled cheese! - Listen, prick!
I won't say it again. I ordered the grilled cheese.
You ordered calzone.
How depressing.
Five people worked on that script.
It's season 12. Small wonder it feels tired.
Add to my shopping cart.
I've... just...
done... something...
- Are you OK? - I've just done something crazy.
A weekend for two in Lisbon!
No, I'll get to that.
I bought something off this guy. Hand-painted bowls.
You're talking crap.
You've had a text off Chubby Cheeks.
No way. I'd hardly dance in front of you like that.
- No whipped cream on your waffle? - Relax.
Does he know who's in the bumper car?
Of course he does.
Of course he does...
You're not following it.
He's the one that hid the two watering cans.
- Why? - Why? You don't listen.
Jérémie stole the cans from the railway worker.
The fat one?
No, he's not fat. He's quite attractive.
- The railway worker? - The handsome bald guy.
- The bald, fat railway worker's a looker? - Yes.
You're amazing, you are.
I can never work you out.
Likewise.
YOUR ORDER WILL BE DELIVERED WITHIN 24 HOURS.
Kayak's a palindrome, too.
My brother-in-law's getting rid of his Alfa Romeo.
Someone'll be in.
You have a package for me.
- What's the name? - Mr Flanquart.
- I'll help you. - Oh, there's no need.
It's not heavy.
Oh, well, mine is. It's...
Flanquart, Michel.
- It's for me. - It's for you.
Oh, it's on the heavy side, your package.
I just need your autograph.
- Aren't you going to help me? - I'd love to but I'm in a hurry.
Just there.
"Kayak". Is your name Kayak?
Oh, I'm sorry...
- Flanquart. - Thank you.
You take it from behind...
and I'll step down.
Just one more...
There you go. Now step forward.
- Got the other end? - You're good. Keep going.
Straight ahead.
- I'm losing my... - You're fine. Don't worry.
That's it. That's it.
It's so well made.
Everything has its place.
Now that's what you call craftsmanship.
Ash and birch.
The perfect combination.
B12 doesn't fit anywhere.
This goes under the central keel.
And that's where you attach...
OK, fine...
I've got it. Now, then...
I unfold the other stringer.
Both stringers are, in fact, one,
joined by a coupler that, once it's been worn in,
allows you to open the couple...
Open the couple...
It's really well made, but not quite so well explained...
What's all this?
Hello, Mrs Pirchtate. I'm sorry.
Yes, well, I'm in a hurry.
- Are you there? - Of course I am.
Have you given my offer some thought?
- I'm married. - So what?
We can have fun without hurting others.
Hearts have hidden recesses.
Going away with my osteopath doesn't mean I love my husband any less.
Well, he was in an induced coma...
I'd like to get out, Mrs Pirchtate.
We had a great shag. I howled with pain.
Yes, I'm sure, but we're not in a confessional here.
Pascaline?
Flask.
Floating flask.
Airtight thermos.
Eight cans of Ricoré. Perfect...
Survival food, extremely condensed.
Waterproof tissues. Is there even such a thing?
Ridiculous.
The knife needs to be able to float. If it drops, you need to be able to find it.
Oh, it's you.
You all right, Michel?
Yes... I'm fine.
"Huey, Dewey, and Louie always triumph in difficult situations:
"building fires, telling the time without a watch, deciphering Morse code..."
My bible as a kid. Keeps me centred.
Is everything OK, Michel?
I'm going away.
Away? When? Where?
Not far. Just to get out of my comfort zone.
Out of your comfort zone?
With all that equipment?
Yes. Having the right gear is absolutely essential.
Because gear...
Excuse me.
What's he playing at?
Because gear what?
I've forgotten. Because gear...
Preparing your gear is preparing for the future.
You consider all possibilities.
Lindbergh's success was down to his gear.
He had his plane all thought out.
He replaced the windshield with a fuel tank.
No floats, no fuel gauge...
Look, Huey, Dewey, Louie...
these airtight jugs, the flask for coffee...
Ricoré.
What kind of boat?
Grand Raid 416.
Grand Raid...
Grand jackass, more like...
Hello.
What do you mean "here"? Well, yes...
Just a sec. I'm here too. I'm coming.
Shit...
What the...? Wait, hold on.
Where were you?
I was on the roof. I couldn't get a signal.
No sign of what?
Signal.
What's this? Some kind of parachute?
- It's for floating. - Floating?
- Just in case. - Of what?
Why do you want to float?
Look, love, do you think I can't tell that you're planning something major?
Oh, look, come with me.
What is it?
Are you building a plane?
No, it's a kayak.
Just an old dream...
that I'd like you to believe in.
The ukulele was another old dream you wanted me to believe in.
Yeah...
But this...
So, are you going to be paddling on the roof for much longer?
No.
All clear. Continue.
I got the estimate. We're better off getting a new coffee machine.
Do you reckon Lindbergh's wife discussed coffee, the day he took off?
Name the kayak after his plane, then: The Spirit of St Louis.
- We don't live in St. Louis. - As good as. The Spirit of Saint-Cloud.
Sounds a bit silly.
And that costs a fortune. You can't rent a kayak?
And your yoga? Doesn't that cost a fortune?
I have a teacher. It's a group, a collective experience.
What about joining a club? Sharing the experience with others?
No clubs or associations. I want to be alone, OK?
Oh, right. All by yourself.
- Man against nature... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Don't make fun of me.
I'm touched that you're taking this so seriously.
But of course.
- Aren't you afraid? - Of...?
It's a big deal.
Going it alone, no expertise in kayaking,
completely useless when it comes to navigating rivers,
basic survival skills...
Yes, that's true.
And with no final goal, given you've no destination.
Oh, but I do. The sea.
That'll take you two months.
You've taken one week off.
Just my luck...
An extinguisher on a river?
Oh, look, don't distract me.
I'm not going to take the radio.
What's that thing?
That? It's a portable, inflatable barbecue.
I'm not taking it, though.
You're taking Night Flight and the Junior Woodchucks' Guide?
Night Flight is a luxury. Something useless that you bring anyway.
What are you talking about?
The Junior Woodchucks' Guide is meant to comfort me.
Are you taking this?
Yes.
What've they done here?
Do you know how to do this?
Nope.
It's supposed to fit. Bugger!
Looking good.
It really suits you.
This is the sprayskirt...
It covers the kayak.
Turn to the side.
- Like this? - Yeah, like that.
It looks good from the front and from behind.
It looks good whichever way you...
And...
Oh, yeah...
Excellent paddle grip.
And you avoid...
At worst you can even...
You know, oncoming branches.
If you're hat's taking a beating, the mittens can...
Basically, you're ready.
- I'm a little hot. - Oh, yeah?
Actually, very hot.
Right, I'm off.
What's important
is to put one foot carefully in the middle
and the other one...
the other one...
It's relatively very unstable.
Well done.
And I'm off!
The river is the other way!
Fuck...
I'm bloody hot.
Then just wear a top.
That's the lot.
It's full to bursting.
All set.
Already?
Just a little stage fright.
- Want one. - I'd love one.
- There you go. - Thank you.
Right, then, off you go!
- Right, off I go! - That's it.
- Off I go. - All right, then.
Er... I'll drink my Ricoré, first, then go.
- There you go. - Ta.
- Have you taken your echinacea? - Yes.
Aspirin?
Where did I put them? They're round here somewhere.
Oh damn... I forgot bog roll.
You can always use leaves.
OK, then...
- Take care. - You, too.
If I don't come back due to some misfortune,
I want you to know that our life together made me very happy.
Stop it. You're going too far now.
We've had two beautiful children.
We've changed dishwashers twice.
Had the living room painted three times.
Survived three kidney stones.
I bought a nice little second-hand car.
- We didn't even kiss. - No, we didn't.
- Right, I'm off. - Off with you, then.
That woman is radiant.
Thank you. For everything.
Actually, no. You've given all this to yourself.
Actually, no. I am the result of...
Actually, no. I have nothing. It's all been given to me.
Thank you.
What is this crap?
Fuck...
It's deep, of course.
Shit.
And in the other direction?
Same thing.
Rachelle, I've got caught on a tree stump.
I'm... stuck.
And I...
If you could come... Perhaps you're on the motorway...
I think I'm going to need you to tow me.
Thanks. Take care.
You saved me.
I have to go. I have a client at 3pm.
You've still got a bit of time...
To travel...
That's gross. You're crazy.
I'm just fooling around. I'll pick it up afterwards.
- You'd better. - Travelling is not leaving.
- That's nice. - Yeah, it is.
You're going to run out of supplies before you've even started.
I'll catch fish.
But fish freak you out. You can't even touch them.
That's because they're wet.
I want to take a nap.
- Me too. - Really? That's nice.
Right, I'm off to do battle. I'm seeing my client in 15 minutes.
There's no grass on me, is there?
I don't want to give the wrong impression.
You can take a few things. The kayak's too full.
Not just your kayak.
Can you let go of my head?
I feel like you want to take it with you.
Excuse me?
Can you help me out?
Oh, yes, of course.
Just one second.
It's a bit embarrassing, this.
- OK. - Thank you.
Hold on.
Good of you to help me out. Here you go.
- Thank you. - This is to say thank you.
- A silver birjouette. - Thank you.
How far have I travelled?
30 kilometres?
Oh, no. Four kilometres. Not so good.
That's not bad.
Tenacious, he soon felt
sympathy for this depth,
in his moment of reflection.
Beneath the imagination of form,
the imagination of substance.
He saw, in the substance of water,
a kind of intimacy.
Different from the one evoked by the depths
of fire or stone.
He realises
that the material imagination of water is a special one.
I came by kayak.
Nice place. You serve refreshments?
- Can I get you something? - That'd be nice.
A nice drink before dinner.
We only have rhubarb juice or else apricot juice.
Just kidding.
Who can I ask for a spot tonight,
to pitch my tent?
Laetitia!
Can you come?
He's looking for a place for the night.
I'll pay, of course.
That's not the issue. There's just one room and it's mine.
Hey, guys...
Can you put someone up? Just for one night?
They can't hear a bloody thing with that music. Damien!
Got any room in your farm shed?
Why?
- Did you come by car? - By kayak.
- Oh, but...
- You want to stay here, then? - I'd prefer to.
What about my shed?
Don't worry. There's been a change of plan.
Down by the river. Will that do?
That's fine. Thanks.
Mila, can you show him the spot?
Mila's a nice name. Where's it from?
It's Milanese.
Like the escalopes...
You all right?
Did you hurt yourself?
Do you live around here?
Over there.
Volunteer firefighter?
Which do you prefer?
The small planes.
These ones.
- So, you like... - Yes.
- You like aeroplanes? - Yes.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- But... you're not wearing them. - No.
Put your stuff there.
It's very nice. Thank you.
- Where's your canoe? - My kayak. It's just over there.
Very nice.
The frame's made of ash.
The couplers are birch.
You have a lot of stuff in here.
I like my gear, me...
You like what?
My gear. Being well equipped. I like supplies, self-sufficiency.
Is that thing in your hand for locking it?
No, this is just a little anti-mosquito key ring.
It's powered by solar energy, 24/7, has no smell...
It's harmless to animals and human beings.
How does it work?
Studies show that
most stings come from impregnated females fleeing males.
So, this device does the perfect imitation of the male's cry.
That way, the females steer clear.
It's not a very loud noise. You soon get used to it.
Can I hear it?
Why, yes, of course.
I can hear it. It's awful.
There's one. It's gone.
I'm going too.
- All right. See you. - See you.
The little tent...
And the...
...catch of the day.
So everything to do with food
goes here.
The little camp stove too...
And then...
Look at this.
Now, isn't that little kettle marvellous?
Pyjamas...
Why not right now?
On the dot, on the spot, while it's hot...
Which way is north?
If the sun rises over there,
I'll have sun at 11.
Excuse me, but...
this surface isn't flat enough.
Thanks for nothing, little pebble, digging into my side at 5am.
- Would you care for some lemongrass? - To drink?
- To spare us having to put up with that. - I'll turn it off.
- Settled in nicely? - Oh, yes, thanks.
It's duck and mash, tonight.
Not again! We've had duck all week.
Duck confit, stuffed duck, duck tiramisu... Enough's enough!
Look, Christophe, you're the one that gave me 20 ducks.
And ease up on the absinthe. I don't want you painting my telly again.
I've brought you some fish.
- A silver birjouette. - That's inedible.
- Shall I cook it? - Oh, I'm fine with duck, thanks.
- Long canoe trip? - Kayak.
It's all the same. Canoe, kayak... Basically, you row.
- Where are you headed? - As far away as possible.
So are you leaving at dawn?
Yes. Tomorrow. At sunrise.
Would you mind helping me with...?
You can hang up.
There a poisonous stinger
There a deceptive pedestal, a half-soaked stump
In brackish water, acidic tinctures
Which will gnaw at your bones
And then the inevitable friendly clearing
Vast and inviting
Fruit within reach
And assorted delights in the guts of a canopy
Higher than the heavens
On the other side is the outside.
Goodnight, ukulele.
Goodnight, watch.
Goodnight, kettle.
Goodnight, telephone.
Goodnight, tent.
And goodnight, lamp.
Is someone there?
Cause I have something here that might make you think twice if...
OK, it's simple.
On the count of three, I'm coming out.
One...
two...
three.
I have to think of something positive in order to get to sleep.
Something that'll make me happy.
Well, yeah, but it's got to make me fall asleep.
At that point, I realised that he was hitting on me.
I was working as a prison guard.
Eight years in the workshop.
We talked about life...
I didn't expect to fall in love,
but love isn't a choice.
I couldn't wait to go to work, to see him.
We talked a great deal
and he told me...
that he loved me.
I was trying to say...
"I love you".
What's going on?
Anyone there?
- Over here. - What the hell is all this?
It is rather unpleasant, I agree.
All these chemical products!
Keeps the birds away.
So does public radio!
That's good. I don't have a radio, though.
You've got all that crap and no radio?
- I've made some croune. - What's that?
- Herbal tea. - Bit early, isn't it?
It's eleven o'clock!
Already?
My pretty little kettle.
My Bluetooth's dropped out!
- What? - My Bluetooth's dropped out!
Saturdays are very busy.
I'll have lunch and then I'll be on my way.
Feel free to charge your phone or whatever.
I'm autonomous, me.
How much do I owe you for dinner and the night?
Mila made a note of it.
Mi-la. Mi, la, ti, do. Note...
If you only knew! Her name is Milati.
Oh, really?
Her ex chose the nickname.
Oh, that's right. The pilot.
He was...
a bluesman, I think.
He said that with the notes mi, la, and ti
you can play practically all of the blues.
So, where is he?
I'm looking for him. I have a hunch.
We've had enough of her drama.
Every time it rains, she cries.
Why?
She says she met him at a concert when it was raining.
He moved downstage, to keep playing.
He got soaked, along with the audience.
As for Mila, she fell for it.
It's understandable.
He played up a storm.
I don't go in for all these puns. Anyway...
He went on tour and that's all there is to it.
So, Mermoz, how's the night flight? What do you see below?
Will you be going as far as the sea?
I'd like to.
That's a funny hen, isn't it?
She's happy cause she's laid an egg.
Oh, nice. Very nice.
- Life can be so... - Straightforward.
- Day after tomorrow suit? - Yes, that's fine, thanks.
I have a table ready for you. For four.
Slept poorly but good rhythm today.
Approaching Bignoure. Pretty.
Kisses, Michel.
Bignoure already? Very impressive.
Send pictures. Yours, Rachelle.
Approaching Bignoure.
Still here?
I'm having lunch, then I'm off.
I've had really good sex.
Me too.
Cherries fresh from the tree? May I?
To Domingo.
You see, Laetitia planted the tree after her husband died, two years ago.
She was saddled with all his debt.
So we give her a hand.
We must pause for thought with every cherry.
To Domingo.
Give some rum to your man
Honey and tobacco
Give some rum to your man
And see how he loves you back
Girls out on the port
So pretty, so nice
The kind that always smile...
Timeless splendours of Foissac.
12 kilometres travelled.
Your man is not hollow, his eyes gently follow
Still here?
Keep him out of trouble
Give him some on the double
Give some rum to your man
Honey and tobacco
Give some rum to your man
And see how he loves you back
The jewels he'll offer you
Pearls as white as snow
All the way from Peru
From Cuba, from the West Indies
If you want your man's love
Let him relax after his voyage
Only then may you dispose of
The treasure in your chest
Give some rum to your man
Honey and tobacco
Making progress, Mermoz?
Yours, Rachelle.
Left Bignoure, aiming for Ponchère before dusk.
Hard dam to cross, cross-currents.
What about your yoga classes?
Fantastic.
That's really clever.
And now?
How do I...?
Want a drink?
No, I'm taking off.
Your thermos.
- Leaving? - Yeah. Thank you.
I don't believe it.
Funny, he looks like André Dussollier.
No, the other one... Pierre Arditi.
But not as nice.
Absinthe...
Wonderful.
...if we could do something with our power.
This is about starting with nothing
to be what we always dreamt of becoming.
Thanks for your help.
A fisherman, who looks like Pierre Arditi,
but not as nice, told us "some dumb fuck's run aground ".
I'm quoting, mind.
To begin with, I understood "duck", so he got annoyed.
Then I picked you up in a rowing boat.
Damien pulled you onto the grass.
- I remember nothing. - You were delirious.
You kept saying, "Watch out for the line".
- Really? - You don't fish.
It was probably a reference to Aéropostale, "The Line".
- Heroic pilots, the Andes... - Steady on.
I'll be off again this afternoon.
Where's Mila?
I've sent her out to do a few errands, to cheer her up.
Yesterday she cried when the man next door watered his fields.
You can let go now, thanks.
I've had good sex.
Me too.
Want a pair?
I have a large stock. But only size 11.
Put them away. Till later on.
I could throw in another pair.
Laces on me. 15 euros.
Think it over.
Boulonnais, Trait-du-Nord,
Auxois, Cob Normand,
Breton, Percheron,
Comptois and Poitevin Mulassier.
Poitevins are crossbred with...
The Poitu ass.
Fillies are raised
with studs and mares to obtain females
to be bred with Poitu asses,
the large donkey with dreadlocks.
The result is a mule.
How could I have waited so long?
Virility is so nice.
Say stuff.
Huh?
Say "what" not "huh".
What?
Say all the stuff you want to.
Stuff?
Stuff that pops into your head.
Naughty stuff.
If you feel liberated, it turns me on too.
You're really savouring this...
You call that naughty?
No, no, no, no. No cooking metaphors.
Now, let's start again.
Insult me if you want.
Bitch!
Pig!
This doesn't come easy to me, you know.
- Don't you say anything? - Later.
Go on. Unlock your imagination.
Go on...
You're such a...
You're such a widow.
Widow!
Carzouche is very well preserved.
Big, sloppy kisses.
Can you send wider shots, so that I can see the landscape?
Kiss.
Fog this morning, crossing through Barchet.
What the fuck, Lindbergh? Dumb interns will finish your 3D.
But hurry back. Evaluation meeting Monday at 9.
I like sweeping.
Me too. It's gentle.
You like everything gentle.
Just like anyone else.
I shan't ask you in.
It's crazy.
You feel everything in someone's arms.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Shit!
My tent blew over. Everything's soaked.
Can I sleep here?
Oh, please, spare me, Big Bad Wolf.
I have an idea. I'll be right back.
Open up.
Here, take this.
What am I supposed to do with it?
Wait and see.
Lie down.
I saw some Mennonites in Ontario do this,
to avoid embarrassing pre-marital situations.
It is nice, yes.
Why do you cry when it rains?
Because it reminds me of the best day of my life.
It was with a pilot.
You know, those pilots who fly planes to put out fires.
Oh, yes. In Canadairs...
One time, it rained very hard. We were together.
We hid under the wing of a plane.
I remember raindrops landing all around us.
And?
Nothing, that's it.
After that the...
the sun shone on the runway once again.
It was all gleaming and silvery.
But it still carried on raining.
Wasn't there some musician who played in the rain?
Yes. There was him as well.
Did Laetitia tell you?
Was that also the best day of your life?
Yes, that was too.
Are you having a laugh?
Why did it stop?
What?
With him?
Because the last time we made love,
I said to him,
"Oh, my love"...
and, basically, he totally freaked out.
You know, it's a little...
like characters in a cartoon,
running faster and faster,
eventually ending up in mid-air,
and the second they look down,
they fall.
Boys can be a bit slow. He'll cotton on, in the end.
He'll have it all translated into English.
Yeah, maybe...
Goodnight, Michel.
Night, Mila.
Goodnight, rain.
Goodnight, wooden board.
Bored is what we'll be, come the morning.
NIGHT FLIGHT
- Your thermos. - Oh, thanks.
Right, well, I'll be seeing you.
Arsehole in a kayak.
Are you deaf, kayak-arsehole?
Come on, now.
You're not the real Pierre Arditi, are you?
What?
For fuck's sake...
I'm going to smash your face in!
- You bitch, you... - He's crazy!
Just you wait and see.
I'll knock the stuffing out of you
and feed your bollocks to the beavers.
Get out of it!
Left or right here?
Fuck this. Who'd choose to kayak here?
She was born of caprice
Apples of gold, peaches of diamond
Cherries, so pink and plump, plucked by a pair of fingers
Enveloping leaves, rain and dew...
You can't stay here. It's under surveillance.
Pack up all this stuff. There's a hostel not far away.
But I'm a traveller.
Yeah, right.
I came by kayak. It's in the ditch over there.
A kayak in the ditch?
What the hell...?
- Is it a Grand Raid? - Yes, it is.
I kayak too.
But in white water, not in ditches.
Getting here must've taken some doing.
Well, it's because I took a right turn.
Near Île-aux-Pies, like an idiot.
Don't know it. Have you ever tried the Isère? Grade four?
Good stuff. Really, really good.
You need a helmet, though, because... No time for sightseeing.
OK, sir. Let me explain the situation to you.
You can't sleep on the shop premises. There are cameras everywhere.
- I understand. - That's not all.
As we speak,
a camera is filming, directly above me.
Recording at HQ.
OK... At this very moment?
Live. Infrared camera.
Very modern.
Take your tent down for the camera.
Then I'll turn around and you can pitch it again.
OK. Don't they have any sound?
No, otherwise I couldn't speak to you.
Don't smile, man.
Act as though you're pissed off.
Now you're overdoing it.
Well, I'm a little tired, you see.
Right, now I'm turning around, as though I'm going to continue doing the rounds.
Then you pitch your tent again.
Just one thing.
Be sure to break camp before the first customers, at 8:30.
OK.
And... thanks for the hospitality.
Oh, don't mention it.
Get some rest.
Kayaking, white water...
I miss all that.
So long, sir. Have an excellent night.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
Groceries.
It's only five miles away.
- What about you? - I slept in the parking lot.
You see, at Île-aux-Pies, I took a right,
and then it got narrower and narrower...
And your kayak?
I moored in the ditch out there.
Oh, is that free with today's paper?
Why not come back and shower?
You smell of sludge.
- Really? - Just a little.
We will take
The time to live
To be free
My love
Without any projects
And without any obligations
We'll be able to dream
Our life
Come, here I am
Waiting for no one but you
Everything is possible
Everything is allowed
Come
Listen
To these words
That vibrate
On the walls
DON'T DRY OFF. PUT ON THE BATHROBE
DRINK WITHOUT BURNING YOURSELF
A DROP BEHIND EACH EAR
CLIMB
NIBBLE. STROKE.
Well, that was fun.
Your little paperchase.
You just go with the flow.
We have no choice.
You can't go up a river.
When all's said and done you always justify being passive.
Not at all.
There's an art to going with the flow.
You let it take you along.
You have to give into it.
I appreciate your finishing my sentences.
I think your thoughts before you do.
Because you're a bit slow.
I'm off!
I have to go and see to my duck.
Your dock?
No, my duck!
I thought you meant your own private dock...
Bloody hell, it actually floats!
Isn't there any...?
No, there isn't.
It's really nice.
Let me introduce you to Bob.
Hello, Bob.
- I've got them on, see. - They're very, very pretty.
Gently does it.
Maybe it's time to change the music.
I'm so happy for Mila.
Liar.
How did you manage to get Bob here?
I took a picture of you and Mila...
doing the dishes.
And since the pictures are geolocated...
Geo-what?
When you send a picture, you also send your location.
- Didn't you know that? - No.
You mean like GPS?
Check any photo that's been taken recently.
- What are you talking about? - You take a look.
My wife's yoga class.
That'll do.
Look.
You just request the information.
Then it tells you where it was taken.
There you go.
But it says Versailles...
Rue... Exelmans.
Versailles, Exelmans. That's Rémi's place!
That's a good one!
I didn't know Rémi did yoga...
Then does that mean that they know where I am?
Perhaps they know where I am.
Well, I'll be...
Right, I'm off.
- See you later? - Yes.
I mean no.
Why build a ferry? There's nothing over there.
But that's just it. Now there will be.
To geolocation.
Oh, it's you! Care to dance?
You've laid an egg. Marvellous!
Truly marvellous.
I'm so pathetic!
Thank you, everyone. It's been real.
Wait!
Your thermos!
And a package for someone down the river.
All right, but I'm not a postman, you know.
Do you think Saint-Exupéry would've said something like that?
Read the address.
The address is on it.
Fuck's sake...
Wait till I get my hands on you!
Bitch! The twat in the kayak...
- Give it a rest, Pierre Arditi! - Oh, shut it!
I'm going to get you!
As my friend Tony Estanguet says, "No slapping".
Technique, technique, and technique.
An adventurer.
- Have you come far, sir? - All the way from up your arse...
Come now, sir. Maybe it's time to give up kayaking!
Nice canoe.
I'm thirsty. I'd love a nice cold beer.
Hello, little dragonfly!
Such fragile wings!
Fly away, dragonfly. Go ahead and inform on me.
I forgot about the package.
Now, what's the address?
It's for me.
"I picked it from the tree.
"The sun will turn it on and you'll listen.
"Then maybe you'll think of me, of us, of yourself.
"Yours, Little Thumbling"
What do I owe you?
Nothing, sir. You're my guest.
There a poisonous stinger
There a deceptive pedestal
Further on, a half-soaked stump
In brackish water, acidic tinctures
Which will gnaw at your bones
And then the inevitable friendly clearing
Vast and inviting
Fruit within reach
And assorted delights n the guts of a canopy
Higher than the heavens
She was born of caprice
- She was born of caprice. - Well, then, Choumi?
Apples of gold, peaches of diamond
Cherries, pink and plump
Picked by a pair of fingers
Enveloping leaves
Rain and dew
All those things it was good to go with
Guided by a star
Maybe this one
The first to light up the night
Venus...
There a poisonous stinger
There a deceptive pedestal
Further on, a half-soaked stump
In brackish water, acidic tinctures
Which will gnaw at your bones
And then fruit, within reach
And the assorted delights in the bowels of a canopy
She was born of caprice
Apples of gold, peaches of diamond
Cherries so plump...
As...
Rain and dew
All those things, guided by a star
Guided by a star
The first to light up the night
Venus...
She was born of caprice
Apples of gold, peaches of diamond
Cherries so plump, as...
Rain and dew
All those things
Guided by a star
The first to light up the night
Venus...