Long live anarchy!
The Secret Child
The Caesarian Section
Your heart is racing.
Are you okay?
Yes.
What's your name?
Jean-Baptiste.
And yours?
Elie.
Close the door for a moment, I have to talk to Jean-Baptiste.
What are you doing?
Go. She's waiting for you!
- When are you leaving? - Come on, you don't need me.
Go go!
You know, I have a child.
A boy. His name is Swann.
His father didn't want to acknowledge him,
so he has my name.
When he was born...
his father was supposed to come see him at the clinic.
He's an actor and...
he was shooting a film that was almost finished.
And then he didn't come.
So, a few days later
I went to see him on set...
with the baby.
I talked to him for two minutes
between two takes.
And he told me he would acknowledge the baby.
Since then...
I've never seen him again.
Who takes care of the child?
His grandmother.
Not my mother, but his mother.
Because...
I don't have any money and I'm always traveling.
Do you think that's not ethical?
I don't know. I don't have any children.
Would you wait for me if I went to get him now?
It's not far, he lives in the suburbs. Only an hour by train.
Will you wait if I 90? I'd like you to meet him.
You know, he is...
very beautiful...
very funny...
Even more than that, I'm sure you'd get along.
Are you proud?
Yes.
He's...
the man of my life, as they say.
Will you wait for me?
An hour is not that long.
Okay.
- Will you stay here? - Yes.
The Secret Child
Come in!
This is Swann. This is Jean-Baptiste.
Hello.
You know what I was thinking last night before going to sleep?
Let's go.
I'll tell you later.
Are we going to sleep?
No, it's long, isn't it?
Do you love me? Tell me.
I can't with Swann here.
Jean-Baptiste
I love you.
Mom, let's see the buddies...
A little wolf.
A little chicken.
A little cat?
No, it's not a little cat, it's a camel.
- A camel? - Yes.
Well, I promised his grandmother to bring him back by 5 o'clock.
But not me!
Oh yes, you too!
- No! - Yes.
Let's go, Swann.
I told him that he told me...
What?
Back there he called me charming.
Charming... Who, you?
Wait, wait.
I have to go, do you understand?
I'll come with you.
What about your film?
It doesn't matter.
You'll come later.
Tell me you love me.
Do you want to make me cry?
It's not working.
The Last of the Warriors
The solitude of the staging...
The staging of solitude...
Let's go up.
It's 100 francs for me, 50 for the room.
Do you live here?
No. This is for my work.
I live with my little daughter.
I won't have children, I prefer the revolution.
Our generation is lost in moral poverty.
Wait, I'll show you a photo of my daughter.
Well?
You're not coming up?
Virginie.
My dear Jean-Baptiste, It's past midnight. We are on the road.
I'll be back tomorrow morning. I love you, Elie.
My friend is sad,
because her husband won't forgive her for something she did.
At the moment, she's staying with me.
And I don't like sharing a room with someone.
Except with you and my Swann.
And during this time she's keeping me company.
I love you, your Elie.
Resist.
Is anybody here?
Hello, madam.
What is it? What's happened to you?
The doctor just called me, I came right away.
Everyone was worried, we didn't know what happened.
Do you need anything?
Do you want me to bring you anything?
Talk to me...
You should have come home.
I have to tell you...
I think he took too much LSD.
Goodbye.
The Ophidian Circle
Hello Jean-Baptiste.
Why don't you let those two nuts 90 out?
They're not bad for the walk in the courtyard.
Are you afraid?
The room is ready, if you want to go upstairs.
Do you know where Jean-Baptiste is?
He's in the waiting room at the end of the hall.
Jean-Baptiste?
This time I was beginning to regain my memory.
Memories came back from the void... my name, the film I had begun.
But I always lose some pieces after another electric shock.
Surpassing these chasms of absence
was the most painful part of the hospitalization.
I had to make huge efforts to put my identity, my past back together,
but also to accept myself.
I kept losing ground after each intervention.
A visitor for you, Jean-Baptiste!
Hello Jean-Baptiste.
You have a nice room.
Why are you packing?
Will you be out soon?
Jean-Baptiste!
I hear Elie!
Ah, you're here.
Are you okay?
I have to talk to you.
Go ahead.
No, not now. Later.
You know, I didn't find the sealing wax. I found all the rest.
I looked everywhere.
Ladies, I have to ask you to leave.
What did you want to tell me?
I'm sure they're giving him shock therapy.
No!
Didn't you see the marks on his temples?
Are you sure?
Yes, I know.
- Are you really sure? - Yes.
Your friends are nice.
Look, it's Elie.
What are you doing?
Because it was him, because it was me.
Lower your head.
Cut!
I have to kiss you now.
- Jean-Baptiste... - Yes?
You know, I'll be with you for the rest of my life now.
Elie!
What's the matter?
My mother is dead.
I don't have anyone anymore.
What will become of me?
Mommy...
I promised I'd go see her.
I would have if not for your film.
Maybe things would be different if I had gone to see her...
As I promised.
If I went to see her, we would have walked.
She was afraid all the time.
She told me that someone was always following her...
that people looked at her...
looked back at her...
and that she preferred not to leave the hospital...
that she preferred to stay in the hospital.
Jean-Baptiste!
Your face is like lace.
You are beautiful.
What are you doing?
I'm sending Swann a postcard.
Want to read it?
"My dear, I have not left for London yet.
Your grandma tells me you're very happy.
The two of us will go this summer if your grandma agrees.
You've never seen such a beautiful place.
But you must absolutely not cut your hair.
Except the bangs.
It's very important for the film that we'll continue making.
Your mom."
"Who loves you."
Do thoughts, glances, words of love, and secrets
keep their value if we disclose them
in front of others, like this?
I want to abandon everything.
It's like I'm exiled in myself.
I want to walk over there.
No, it's dangerous Swann.
You know, I dreamed about you last night.
It was very funny.
You were shooting a film and I was acting in it.
I was holding a thing in my hand with a flame that kept going out.
And I was saying...
"Look, there won't be any fire until next year!"
What did I do?
Why won't you tell me?
Kiss me.
Just a little.
Come on.
Kiss me.
Let's go find Swann.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Tell me what I did.
What did I say?
It's nothing then.
You don't love me anymore.
Before I would travel constantly.
Now you always want me to stay with you.
You love the guy I saw in the room the other day.
You go to his place every afternoon.
Jean-Baptiste, don't be jealous!
"There are too many dreams, too many mental distractions.
There must be concentration.
Being disciplined means beginning to live regularly
and having symmetrical thoughts.
A summary of all these thoughts.
Night has no serious power.
Fighting with my best friend about things I can't change now.
Having to occupy my mind with what I already need
so I become confused
and leave the other things to be worked out during the day.
The financial aspect of this is a serious matter.
Please don't be angry with me."
What's going on?
If it's about drugs, do you want me to call the police?
Calm down.
Come on.
Come in.
Don't touch me.
I came to get my white dress.
Elie.
And the other...
I didn't give a damn if she slept with other guys.
But this bastard wanted to take her away.
Chloe?
I'll tell you a secret.
I'm not doing well right now.
It helps a little bit...
But you won't tell anyone. Promise me you won't.
It stays between you and me.
I have to go now!
The Disenchanted Forests
It's a bit like an "interior exile," you know?
Or like seeing each other during a separation.
I don't really know.
Did you eat today, Jean-Baptiste?
I'll make a film.
I wrote the story, I'll tell it to you.
A couple leaves a city, walking.
Crosses the suburbs and keep walking...
in the evening they arrive...
Did you sleep?
Wait, I'll continue the story.
They look at that star and follow it.
They enter a forest, 3 very black forest...
They walk for a long time and arrive,
beneath the star, at a tiny home.
They go inside to sleep.
In the morning, she goes out.
She goes to collect wood.
He goes out too.
He sees a cart leaning on a wall.
He begins to dig.
You'll act in this film.
No.
Afterwards, they sink into eternity.
I'm sorry but I have to go now.
I told Andreas I'd go back earlier.
I learned to hate France, to distrust property,
to feel guilty about my money,
to be ashamed of my social class.
I loved a woman, I got a friend.
Love exists. It crushes the wall of solitude.
Fidelity to others is the only movement of the soul.
Bastards.
Yes?
Jean-Baptiste?
Yes.
Come quick, I'm very sick.
Where?
The Hotel du Val d'Or, on rue de la Glaciére.
- Okay. - Come quick, Jean-Baptiste.
Come in!
Gently, I was very sick.
I have a camera instead of a heart.
What happened? What's with these disgusting stains?
Nothing... I broke a window.
That's bad.
You could have changed the sheets.
You should be more careful.
Adeline...
Shit.
What happened?
It's nothing. She's a little drunk.
Good night.
What happened?
Who are you?
It's me, Jean-Baptiste.
What is it?
Jean-Baptiste...
What are you doing?
Nothing!
You're not going to see Swann?
I decided not to go there anymore.
It's been three Sundays...
I was only saying...
Isn't it serious?
What if we took him to live with us?
Never!
Anyway, Swann...
He told me he didn't like me dating guys like you.
Haven't I told you that?
He's jealous. He doesn't want me to take his mother away.
You think so? I hadn't thought about that.
For sure.
Swann doesn't love me anymore, I told you already.
The last two days I was so sad that I...
cried for hours and hours.
I have 90 see someone now.
Who?
I'll tell you later, it's not...
It's not serious. I'll be right back.
- Will you wait for me? - Yes.
Are you cold?
What is it?
Nothing.
Are you sure?
Will you pay? Do you have cash?
What is this?
You're taking this?
Don't be angry, Jean-Baptiste.
Don't preach morals to me.
Don't preach morals to me, Jean-Baptiste.
It's good, you know?
Won't you take some with me?
Don't leave me, Jean-Baptiste.
Don't abandon me.
Don't leave me now.
Don't leave me, Jean-Baptiste.
Translation: Ted Fendt