L'amour aller-retour

So... There is a lake here.

So his house should be there somewhere..

So, we are in the north or north-east. Therefore...

...we need to turn 20 degrees.

I don't know, what are you doing here, you have five minutes to get as far away from my forest as possible.

His forests

Who do you think you are? Robin Hood? Sorry, but it's not your forest.

Play Little Beaver somewhere else. Nature belongs to everyone.

...and me and my friends too.

Stop. I don't want a repeat of your arguments. You deliver the documents, and you sign them.

Documents?

"Love passes, love comes".

A week ago...

in Paris...

This must not be delayed any longer. So what about the papers?

With documents, to be signed by your ex-lover François.

Kojima undertakes not to sue us regardless of how your collection is published.

Why would you sue?

He already sued the editorial office when my article appeared in the newspaper.

Newspapers are transitory: you read them and throw them away. The book is permanent.

No, Elisa... Don't tell me it hasn't been solved yet.

Well... I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget...

I assure you, Fabrice, nothing terrible will happen.

Where François is now, they haven't invented typography yet. It's at the end of the world!

I'm not going anywhere from here.

The city, cell phones, televisions, e-mail... No thanks.

I want to be buried here, Germain.

About the burial, do you want to do it now?

or should we wait until you surrender your soul to God?

Thanks for your concern, we can wait.

How is the book going?

Did you change the design?

Come on, give it one more time!

Do you know how many times you wrote the name François in the book?

If you want to talk about your life, that's your choice.

But if you want to talk about the details of his private life...

...then I risk a fine of several million euros.

I will send him the documents today.

No, not any Elisa mail.

You have to hand over the documents to him in person.

No, I can't!

That is, I mean...

Why don't we send a delivery man? - Because the delivery man didn't sleep with him!

That's your story, Elisa. And she should take full responsibility...

Or you can forget about your book.

You will go with our lawyer. So that I can be sure that everything is according to the law.

Cyril Lafont, specialist in law in the field of printing and publishing.

Sorry for...

I'm recovering from a cold...

I have to leave all my work and travel to Quebec.

Because if I don't bring the signed document to the publisher, he is ready to throw 5000 copies of my book in the trash.

Do you understand, Marie?

They will kill my book before it sees the world.

That's stupid!

Stupid or not, he will! I swear, he will!

You can say whatever you want to your publisher. But don't tell me how you forgot to send the documents.

You didn't forget, you just didn't want to think about it.

Those are different things.

This is called "selective amnesia".

Maybe I forgot to send him the damn papers because I remember well his reaction to my articles.

When he realizes how everything will be published again, there will be a fuss, you understand. Marie?

François, he will be...

Will he be furious?!

I am not afraid of his anger.

Already your heart, which will beat faster when you see him.

It's early for a reunion, Elisa. You haven't fully recovered.

That's exactly why I'd like you to go with me. - But I can't.

I wouldn't survive a day in the expanses of Quebec!

You know I get lost in the supermarket too! - I'm not used to "spaces".

You think I love them? - No, not Elisa...

One week only!

Please, Marie, I need your company.

Besides, the lawyer coming with me looks like Sean Penn.

Sean Penn?

After the split with François, I am able to manage my life again.

...and I found my purple ballpoint pen misplaced in his desk.

After a breakup, it's good to be at a distance.

The world doesn't need a diminutive copy of me or François.

I don't know who you are and what you do in my office...

I assure you that even though I wrote that, I have nothing against children. Really.

Good afternoon.

Can my daughter be there while I do the renovation? Her mom is at work, and can't take care of her.

Looks like you've already met?

Actually we didn't...

My name is Elisa. I write for a newspaper.

My name is Cecil. I'm writing in a notebook.

Taxi! Taxi!

Sean Penn?..

No, there are no contributions this week. Everything will be over on Tuesday at eight o'clock.

And tell Jean-Luc that I'm finishing up an article on beaver sexual abstinence.

Celine, send me the last assignments on my cell phone. In any case, you can contact me.

Taxi!

Yes, that's right. Nothing terrible. Postpone everything for another week.

Taxi! Taxi!

Three people, who need to be taken to the lake area.

That's you, isn't it?

Most likely.

So it seemed to me, you speak with a bad accent?

In any case, it is important that we understand each other. I don't even hear that your accent bothers me.

Not even hear? - Yes.

So, I don't mind at all.

My name is Germain.

Put your luggage on the scale, so he knows if the seaplane can carry that load.

On the scales!

No, wait, you can't be looking for me...

No, that's too personal!

I have to weigh everything that goes on the plane.

Even pretty girls who weigh no more than a starving rabbit.

You are one of the better architects in Paris.

Why did you leave everything behind and decide to start over here?

Personal reasons.

In confidence, working here is a greater pleasure than the noise of the big city.

How do you plan to spend your vacation?

I think our number 1 rule is not to plan anything. - Yes.

But rule number 2 says that we can break the rules if we want to.

So, how do you intend to spend your leave?

And you? - I don't know. But...

I would happily spend it with you.

Are you staying for lunch? - Yeah.

Do I know François Valois? He creates a tourist zone here, an ecological corner of paradise.

François is like a son to me, which I never had. And who are you?

It's me, his ex-fiancée.

Love is not blind. She is deaf.

And the proof of this is that couples in love spend most of their time yelling at each other.

So, you are that Parisian woman! Are you writing for a magazine?

Fun isn't it...

I imagined you more... Ah... I mean... Not so beautiful.

I can be less beautiful, if you want.

Did you come to Quebec to swim in the lake, or do you want to reconcile with François?

A person will sooner fall out of the same plane twice than fall in love with the same person twice.

Who said that? - Me! I wrote that.

Could you give me your hand to get down? - Yes, yes, of course. Immediately.

You're going where! - Oops... Be careful!

And where is Way Fay?

I don't know, we are in St. Sophia.

A... Wait. Way Fay is not the name of the village.

It is a zone where there is access to the Internet, where we can check e-mail.

Okay, don't worry.

We have arrived!

We are glad that we have finally arrived.

There's a boat, there's a jeep.

There is no electricity or telephone here, but that's why there is water!

You are lucky! It's our best house!

Just in case, if there is any rodent or other four-legged animal.

I give them enough time to run away and hide somewhere.

You don't have to do that!

Protection from insects!

There is no...

Wait, there are no... - Lines? Straight lines?

Lines that rise? Metro lines?

Wall. There is no wall between the beds.

Okay, I'm going for a walk!

What can be done, and if there is any kind of animal hiding there, it might be better if we all sleep together.

Wait!

You check each bed like in the story of the three bears. All mattresses are dirty, so lie on any.

100, 50, 170, 80...

François lives nearby?

Francois?

He lives there.

Is there anyone?

What? You could tell me that.

Because, honestly, François is the past for me.

Really. I am no longer disturbed by his life.

"Nimalo".

Just say if you need anything.

Is it the mouse that makes that sound?

No, that's my pipette!

For God's sake, you don't have to tell us details about your anatomy! - Yes, I won't anymore!

But you didn't get it right! My nose is just blocked!

Apparently we got it wrong...

By all accounts, his daščara is located somewhere.

Thus, we are located in the north or north-east.

We have to comb the sector in a diameter of 20 degrees.

I don't know, what are you doing here, you have five minutes to get as far away from my forest as possible

His forests?

Who do you think you are? Robin Hood? Sorry, but it's not your forest.

Play Little Beaver somewhere else. Because nature belongs to everyone...

well... me and my friends too.

All you know about wood is that it is used to make paper for your magazine and stickers

I don't know what bothered me more about him...

...the categoricalness with which he asserted something or his habit of calling me little when he stated something.

Don't call me baby, okay?

Let me go now, I don't want a repeat of your arguments.

So you deliver the documents, and you sign them. - Documents?

I will explain.

In confidence, François, I am also "very much looking forward" to this enchanting meeting, so let's avoid unnecessary politeness.

Sign the documents and we'll go.

So no kindness?

And I really wanted to invite you for a cup of tea.

Tea?

You used to call tea "water from English cups". - That was in a past life.

Are you all for tea?

My lawyer, Mr. Lafont, will explain everything to you. - Really.

It is about your right to privacy, according to the ninth paragraph of the Civil Code, and...

Mainly. Elisa plans to publish her articles, and all that is required of you is...

That's nothing.

I didn't write about you in all the articles.

Only at ten.

Or maybe at fifteen.

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