The Science of Sleep (La Science des rêves)

The Duke!

Last time was at the Olympia in 1958.

Thanks for the invitation.

But what is this?

This isn't Duke Ellington. It's Duck Ellington!

What?

Here.

Here's fine.

Calm down! You'll knock my door down! What do you want?

Mme Miroux?

No, she's not here anymore.

But I...

That door won't last!

I... Stéphane...

Stéphane, is that you?

Ivana?

Yes

You've returned!

Let me look at you.

Oh, those eyes! You're almost a man now.

Let me help. I have your keys...

Your poor father...

I hope we'll see more of your mother now.

See? Nothing's changed.

Here we are.

Do you recognise it?

I'm glad someone will live here.

You have a message.

Your mom should see to the mail.

Hi, honey. Sorry I couldn't pick you up. Gérard was sick all night.

Here's the address for your job tomorrow.

At 10 a. m. see Mr Pouchet...

...at the Latreille company.

They're a good firm.

30 Rue de Marseille, metro République.

I can't wait to see you.

What will you be doing exactly?

Illustrations.

For calenders?

Yes. Wanna see?

No time. I have to clean the stairs.

I'll leave you to it. Bye.

Goodbye. Thanks.

Oh, I can't believe you're back!

Stéphane...

...it's your first day here. You have to choose sides.

So, two possibilities: a couple of fags.

How can we be gay if we're opposite sexes?

A matter of mentality.

And me, Guy, ex-battleship salesman...

...filmsetter and ladykiller.

I'll show you the ropes.

I can do that too.

I'm Martine. I'm in charge of the office committee...

...and the very popular ski weekend.

Serge, Martine's assistant.

The ski weekend is excellent for team spirit.

Ski?

No, sorry...

For me, ski... No, sorry.

So...

It's boring, but easy.

The calender has two parts.

The bottom: the months, and here: the nude girls.

Get it?

Slowly.

A redhead with a big bush.

We don't do this part. We do the boring bit...

...the name of the cretin who sends out this crappy calender.

So...

...when you get a file, you open it.

This text comes from the typesetting machine.

Typesetting?

This revolting machine is the typesetter.

This glue...

My mother told me... She said...

...that my job is...

Do you speak Spanish?

Non parlo tudo españolito, du tout.

Fuck, an artist! He won't last.

It's terrible.

No, it's horrible.

The collection is crap anyway.

Beat it!

Screw you!

"Disasterology!"

Look at yourself. It ain't the pampas here!

What's "shave cracker"?

You okay, honey? How was yesterday?

Did it go badly?

My job is shit! A piece of shit!

Mom...I glue paper in a basement all day!

Your paintings...

They don't need a graphic designer.

But Pouchet said...

No, not true. Not true!

You lied to get me back here.

I won't stay another day!

That's not nice. Come see us on Wednesday.

Hugs, darling.

No, Mam— Mama. Mama!

See how cute you were.

Oh shit!

What're you doing?

I've gone through.

The mezzanine goes on this wall.

No, head pointing north. It's feng shui.

Isn't that north?

And the door? You come in, hit a beam...

None of your sushi crap. You're a danger with a drill.

Wait! My back! I'm carrying all the weight.

Is your end heavier?

Yeah, the deep notes are always heavier.

Go past, mister, if you like.

My end's heavier.

OK? You got it or not?

Thanks, mister.

Jeez!

Who's that guy you brought?

You OK?

Are you hurt?

Look at the mess you've made!

You're not professionals! I don't believe it!

Does it hurt now?

Yes.

OK, and here?

Yes, a little.

No, I don't have... much lucky in the current.

What?

That...I...

No... my French is pathetic.

Got some cream, Stéphanie?

Maybe over there.

I'll get it.

Thanks for the hole.

My asshole landlady's next door.

Screw her!

What's that? No!

It's good.

Very funny!

There.

That's enough!

You're pretty cool for...

It's better parked.

Is it OK?

We'll see.

Forget C major. E's busted.

I'll try C minor. It's sadder.

Mojor chords won't work.

Congratulations, great!

Quiet, he's hurt.

Oh yeah.

Let's go.

Use the brake next time.

Bye.

Look, it's funny.

Stop it! It's not funny.

He doesn't understand.

Don't make fun of people in my home.

Thanks a lot for the hand.

And sorry about the piano.

With your stupid lies...

...we look like two dumb bitches

It'd be cool to be and art director.

We'd get into gigs free and get paid, too.

Gigs are boring. You put me to shame.

What?

Let's go to Momo's as usual.

How much do you weigh?

50 kilograms.

Come here.

Don't start again, Guy!

Don't screw around!

It's three times this week he puts his ass on the poubelle.

Come on, it's me!

Who are the fags?

Hold his hand, too!

Just you watch!

Next time I'll leave you in the trash, weakling!

Momo's then?

No, I'll eat alone.

God, I'm so dumb.

Prevention's better than cure.

A bird in the hand...

...is worth my bush

Thanks.

Dear Stéphanie...

Iway ouldshay...

Iway ouldshay... dear neighbour...

Yes, you read it good.

I have lady next door...

I'm too confusé in fact with my hand accidented on the piano...

...and lied you... feel myself guilty.

I want confess.

"I'm too confusé in fact with my hand accidented on the piano... "

Holy fuck!

2:37 p. m. As of this afternoon...

...late is the same as absent.

We must tell Pouchet.

Right, Guy?