"DON'T LOOK BACK" "Let's go, Jeanne." "Robert..." "Come on, have a seat." "All right..." "Why do you insist?" "Why are you so set on writing fiction?" "You didn't like it?" "No." "Forgive me but I'd rather be frank." "It doesn't work." "Drop it." "I want to write this story." "Your thing, Jeanne, isn't stories or novels." "You write remarkable biographies." "Intrusive historical studies." "Even your guides are original." "That's not writing, that's journalism." "Really?" "And?" "I'm sick of it." "I want to change." "As a little girl..." "That was ages ago." "You need a subject you can get a hold on." "Why do you insist on writing about childhood?" "But..." "That's what inspires me." "The trouble is, it doesn't." "There's stuff here." "But only isolated images." "The heroine observes but has no flesh or emotions." "It's too detailed for a story that doesn't hold water." "All the details are important." "I want the descriptions to be precise." "I know, Jeanne, but it's so cold." "You don't draw enough on your own memories." "I have no memories." "Nothing before I turned eight." "I'm sorry." "I didn't know." "Your mother never said." "You neither." "But..." "Never mind!" "We have objects, photos." "My mother told me things." "Memory isn't information." "It's feelings, emotions..." "It eludes me so it interests me." "I need to write this." "I need to find my childhood." "My life lacks something." "Thanks for your time." "Jeanne..." "Are you ok?" "Yes..." "How many?" "One." "Three for me." "Nadia, your call." "One thousand." "I'll see you." "A thousand in." "Raise by three." "Fold." "All right." "Raise you one thousand." "I'll stake the pot." "Come on, children." "Drawings and coats." "Let's go." "Jeanne..." "Nadia, play." "Just a second, dear!" "Count me out." "He's not interested?" "No." "Why not?" "Too descriptive, factual, detailed..." "Too cerebral." "Detailed?" "Forget it." "Let me read it and see." "No, not yet." "Maybe autobiography isn't right for you." "I read them "Jeanne's Stories"." "It's 30 years old!" "Was that your dad?" "Was he your brother?" "Were they nice?" "Don't worry, sweetheart." "Don't worry, my kitten." "Nadia, are you coming?" "Have dinner at the club." "I hate seeing you play." "I hate their mugs." "Somewhere else..." "No, I'm tired." "You'd look better without those highlights." "Bye, you darlings!" "Bye, Grandma." "I'll call you later." "Just a second!" "Robert's a jerk." "Your book's great!" "I cancelled my dinner." "I'll stay in." "No, I hate that!" "Just for us." "The kids love it." "Go on then..." "Come on, smile." "Shit!" "One boy's scared of apples." "Weird!" "Enough." "Let's eat!" "Revisiting your works?" "No, it's nothing." "I had more imagination then." "It's old." "Use what inspires you now." "Mum said that too." "Maybe it's a bad idea then." "Look at me." "Talk." "It's recording." "You'll be slaves to this thing." "He's a pain!" "I won't stay." "Let go of her." "Leave me alone!" "Mind the table." "Stop, I don't like that." "Again?" "Stop it!" "Fascinating." "Who does the dishes?" "Am I tired or something?" "It looks like the table's parallel to the window." "Yes, like usual." "You moved it." "Why did you move the table?" "It's been there since we moved in." "I don't mind as long as you put things back." "Léa..." "What is this crap?" "What are those movements and looks about?" "Maybe the tape skipped." "You're so childish!" "Is this for me?" "No." "Was your film good?" "Stop, I hate that." "I let you work." "I deserve a reward." "I'll make hot chocolate." "Morning." "I couldn't wake you." "The table's still there?" "What?" "Don't start that again." "I have a say in the kitchen layout too, you know." "Where's the honey?" "Just put everything back." "I hope you remember because I do." "I can't spend my time looking for stuff." "No one touched a thing." "What's up with you?" "Want to check my cock too?" "It was to the right before and..." "Very funny." "Jérémie!" "Hands on the table!" "Eat up." "Léa, sit down too!" "What's on the 27th?" "Who are you signalling to?" "Someone opposite?" "Are you crazy?" "Of course." "I'm crazy!" "Move this damn table!" "Calm down." "No!" "That's boiling!" "I'm sorry." "Forgive me." "I'll do it!" "Ok, it's no big deal." "I'm tired." "I'm just tired, ok." "Let's do your hair." "Stop it!" "No!" "Leave me alone, Dad!" "Stop it!" "It wasn't a bad birthday party." "Sit still or I'll hurt you." "I like other people's homes." "They're weird." "I don't like his mum." "She flattens my hair and she smells of eggs." "Raw eggs or cooked?" "Ham, rather." "No way, but go ahead." "Misconduct." "I'll invent something." "Totally fake, I don't care!" "Enough to fire him." "I'm losing time, customers, my sanity..." "He's not just plain incompetent, he's after us." "And he'll find us!" "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Off you go." "See you." "The trainee's pissing me off." "I'll end up punching him." "Do... do you want a drink?" "Little bird..." "Come to my hand..." "Léa?" "You scared my bird away!" "Get your pyjamas on." "Grandma won't be long." "Which poster is best for our Woody Allen day?" "I prefer that one." "What's all this?" "You've gone off the apartment?" "No, they're just doodles." "You're obsessed with that table." "Any idea where my Bulgari necklace is?" "Jeanne, answer me." "I see changes everywhere." "The table and all the rest." "Even your faces, your eyes." "What do you mean?" "This apartment is totally unfamiliar." "I recognize things, the furniture..." "But it's not us." "And in the photos and videos," "I don't recognize anyone at all." "It's another family." "Outside, I'm ok." "But here..." "You can't be serious?" "Not recognizing things is bad." "It's a brain problem." "A lesion, maybe a tumour." "A tumour?" "You're freaking me out!" "I recognize you." "You said you didn't." "I do, I recognize lots of things." "I don't have a tumour!" "Maybe it's your eyes." "See the optometrist." "Call Feldmann." "I'm scared..." "Maybe it's nothing." "But you need to check." "Everything's ok." "We'll relax tonight." "No talking about books." "Good evening." "Hello, Teo." "Are you well?" "Very." "The kids have eaten." "Jeanne's in our room." "I'll go in." "A drink?" "You don't return my calls?" "I haven't had time." "It stresses me when you worry." "Thank you." "No..." "I won't insist." "I don't understand but..." "Never mind." "There's food in the fridge." "Thanks for the shawl." "Basically, a woman witnesses a crime." "She hears a shot go off near her." "Everyone around her tries to play down the trauma." "But, soon after, she goes deaf." "I'm lost." "That's not what happens." "Shut up!" "She links it to the detonation." "But her husband doesn't remember, even though he was there." "It's like he's erased it." "So she starts suspecting him, suspecting the people around her because they act weird with her." "And..." "She spies on others, searches..." "You're scared she could get killed." "But she realizes she already got killed at the start." "It sounds great." "That's bullshit!" "Have you forgotten your Italian?" "I remember it perfectly." "Ok, ok..." "Is that enough or shall I go on?" "Anyway, that's not the story." "A woman sees an accident and realizes it's a crime." "The police won't listen and you realize it's a conspiracy." "It doesn't make much sense." "We'll see and decide." "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "I don't know..." "Why are you crying?" "What?" "I'm not crying." "I don't understand." "I'm not sad." "I didn't even realize." "Are you hiding something?" "The novel, your eyes..." "You're miles away." "You're never with us." "Even the kids have noticed." "They said so?" "Has the book put you in this state or is it something else?" "I don't know..." "I don't know." "I don't understand." "I'll make an effort." "Right..." "Come to bed, it's 3 a.m." "Are you crazy?" "Watch where you're going!" "This can't be real..." "Here you go." "Thank you." "Forgetting is normal." "You never call your own number." "What happened?" "She's all on edge." "I had a memory lapse but I'm ok now." "Come on, the kids are alone." "See you tomorrow." "What's happening tomorrow?" "The same as usual." "Want to turn vegetarian?" "Hurry up!" "Come on in." "Jérémie!" "Léa!" "Children!" "We're in our room!" "Jérémie!" "Mum!" "I'm hot, I'm sweating." "I'll go and change." "Let's choose cartoons." "Yeah!" "Jeanne?" "What's wrong?" "You see?" "Yes, your face is really red." "Is that all?" "What do you mean?" "I don't get it." "What's going on?" "What's wrong?" "Sit down." "I'm burning up..." "What did Feldmann find?" "Nothing." "Well, he did..." "Some ocular pressure." "It could be that." "What else could it be?" "Nothing." "I don't know..." "You got a prescription?" "Yes." "You don't seem sure." "Let's call him and ask." "No, not now, please." "Tomorrow, ok?" "You feel hot?" "Yes." "Hot how?" "Stop, your hands are cold!" "They'll cool you." "Stop it!" "Stop!" "Let's go away after the Woody Allen day." "It'll do us good." "Why not the Hôtel Borgne?" "You liked it." "Borgne?" "Yes." "Never been there." "It wasn't me." "You sang "I Was a Fireman" in the harbour karaoke bar." "That was definitely you." "That was there?" "How do you know?" "I mean, you remember?" "Teo..." "I miss you." "I can't help this." "It'll get better soon." "Relax." "Get off me, you bastard!" "Get off me!" "I'm sorry." "No, it was good." "The look of disgust, "Get off me, you bastard"..." "I love it." "I didn't dare ask but calling me "piece of shit" would be even better!" "Dad, the movie's over." "Mum will wash you." "I'm going out for some air." "No..." "Get me to hospital." "Jeanne has always been fragile." "She had an accident at the age of 8 that left her with amnesia." "Maybe it's important." "These changes you see..." "What has changed exactly?" "Everything." "Colours, objects, other people..." "Me..." "You?" "What are you like?" "I'm..." "I've always had brown hair and pale green eyes." "And how do you see your husband?" "Fine." "Fine..." "Handsome." "Well, fairly handsome." "I see him with short, brown hair, fairly dishevelled, dark blue eyes, a small scar on his forehead," "broad shoulders, a slight stoop, fairly tall, a dark complexion..." "But you don't have to agree." "No, I see him the way you do." "But, before..." "He had brown eyes... a light complexion, very dark, wavy hair..." "He was bigger, heavier..." "He was the man I'd always lived with." "Sorry, but he's not the same man." "This is incredible!" "Mr Garsch, let's try to understand this." "Could you leave us together?" "Yes." "Thank you." "Yes?" "I'm listening." "Nothing, that's all." "There were those changes, those signs..." "They were like... signs addressed to someone," "sly expressions." "But they've vanished." "It was like a secret between them, unrelated moments..." "A dream?" "No, not at all." "Does the idea of change alarm you?" "Not to this extent." "This seems staged." "My husband and children seem to be manipulating me." "You said you'd changed too." "So, you think the problem lies with you." "There's something else." "It can't be me alone." "It's all so otherwise." "When you say "otherwise"." "You could be saying, "the other lies"." "You think I'm lying?" "I said "the other"." "What other?" "Just an idea..." "This concern about manipulation, hidden reality..." "It's just what I hear." "Perception is shaped by what we believe or know." "It's like a drawing that has a second one hidden within it." "I just drew plans of my apartment to..." "That's not what I meant." "It was a metaphor." "I don't know." "Lies..." "I don't know..." "I think she needs therapy but it's her decision." "Putting her under observation could complicate things." "There's no neurological trouble, so see how it develops." "Thank you." "Goodbye." "Thank you." "I want to go to my mother's to take a break." "You used to need me, not your mother." "Will you drop me off?" "Careful, you're driving too fast." "Please don't be angry with me." "Call me tomorrow?" "Yes." "Mum?" "Mum..." "I feel so weird." "Take me home with you." "Give me 10 minutes, ok?" "Why not now?" "How long have you been here?" "I can't right now!" "In ten minutes." "Ten or fifteen, I don't know." "Have a drink." "Madam?" "Something to drink?" "Nothing." "Thank you." "Ace." "One thousand." "Your call, sir." "Three queens win." "Put that away, please Mirrors aren't allowed here." "Mum!" "Do you mind!" "A problem, sir, madam?" "Everything's fine." "I'm leaving." "Give me 5 minutes." "Get my coat." "I'll be right out." "Excuse me." "You've never tired of that one." "Let me breathe or I can't do it!" "Your novel bothering you?" "You spoke to Robert again?" "Jeanne?" "Don't you feel well?" "I'm fine." "You didn't answer me." "Your novel?" "Give me a break with the damn book!" "Why are you here?" "Why come here if we can't talk?" "You've been offhand with me for weeks!" "Who do you think I am?" "Cook for yourself!" "I'm not offhand." "It's the book, I don't want you to..." "I've started it!" "Robert gave it to me." "Want it back?" "How could you?" "There!" "It's a relief." "I couldn't finish it." "It's really bad." "It bored me to tears!" "All those endless descriptions..." "And thanks for the picture you paint of me!" "Throw it away." "Stop stirring up the past." "It hurts me and it hurts you too." "Jeanne?" "You scare me." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Don't take it so badly." "I just need to find memories." "I told you all about your childhood already." "No." "Something's eluding me." "Or you left it out." "Me?" "Sweetheart..." "Jeanne..." "What's wrong?" "No..." "I can't go on..." "I can't go on." "What's wrong?" "You're pale." "Shall I call a doctor?" "Our past is too painful." "It's unhealthy stirring it up." "Why are you doing this?" "I think I'm going mad." "This novel is upsetting you." "Why not do some real writing?" "I don't love my children." "I'm a bad mother." "I've never got used to them." "I try so hard to hide it, so that Teo won't see..." "I feel cut off from him." "I'm scared." "I do my best, I keep busy, but I can't do it." "I don't know why." "I think I need to return to my childhood." "You think you don't love them but you do." "That's obvious." "And if you don't love them, just pretend." "Like you?" "I won't live forever, Jeanne, you'll regret that one day." "I don't want to stay." "I'm going." "Not in that state!" "Let go." "You're all I have." "Stay with me." "You're all I have and..." "Stop!" "Stop, please, it's unbearable!" "I'll go up to bed!" "Happy now?" "What are you doing, dear?" "Who is this?" "Us, of course." "You, there, and me." "Who's the other woman?" "An Italian friend." "I don't know why I've kept it." "It's years since I opened this drawer." "Look, there's even an old theatre ticket." "I don't know why." "This woman can't be Italian." "It's not possible." "She was here earlier." "She was you." "So... this one is a stranger and this is you, my mother." "Is that it?" "What do you mean?" "Of course I'm your mother." "I've always known you with her face." "Even earlier." "I don't even know who you are." "She's my mother." "I don't understand..." "Hold on..." "You're going out?" "Forgive me." "Mum!" "Let me out!" "Don't be absurd!" "Mum!" "Madam..." "What are you doing?" "Let's go home." "I can't." "You brought my things?" "Yes." "Your mother's frantic." "She's at a neighbour's." "She's not my mother." "That's ridiculous." "It is?" "Look!" "You and your mother with a blond woman." "What's the problem?" "I'm going." "Jeanne, listen..." "You're not well." "We'll go back to the hospital." "You have to calm down." "Have a few days in bed." "At least the kids will see you." "Look what they did for you." "Look..." "Stop!" "I don't need blackmail!" "Blackmail?" "Your children need you!" "I don't recognize anything." "Not even my own face." "Let me go away for a few days." "Trust me." "You don't love me anymore?" "I don't know." "Mum?" "Take that table." "Are you ok?" "A bit tired." "Can I talk to you?" "I don't understand." "Just a second..." "Wait." "I'm here because of this photo." "And you." "Does it look familiar?" "No, I've never seen it before." "What will you have?" "Coffee." "And an amaretto mousse." "My name's Jeanne." "And yours?" "I hope you'll like my mousse." "I came from France to see you." "Let go!" "I'm working." "You're annoying me." "Just eat and leave!" "Why get so angry?" "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "I don't feel well." "Who is she?" "No one." "Some French woman." "I'm going home." "Hi." "Do I know you?" "I don't know." "What do you think?" "No, I don't think so." "Do you feel all right?" "Eat." "You're very pale." "Is everything ok?" "Fine." "I'll go back to my hotel." "All right." "Who's the girl in the photo?" "What photo?" "Come on..." "Calm down." "Come in, Teo." "I don't speak French." "My name's Gianni." "I work at the café." "I can't offer you anything but I can call room service." "I can't stay." "Thank you." "I just wanted..." "I was worried." "You seemed so lost at the café." "This is a beautiful hotel." "Are you here on holiday?" "Are you on holiday?" "Gianni, right?" "Did the lady at the café send you?" "My mother?" "No." "Why did you follow me?" "I don't know." "Really, I don't know." "Sorry, I must seem..." "I don't know why I followed you." "I have the feeling it's you, Teo." "Is it you?" "It's not what you think." "Not at all." "I swear." "What is it then?" "What is it?" "Stop." "Stop!" "You're strange." "I don't recognize you!" "It's not possible." "I know your face but I don't recognize you." "Who are you?" "You're not Teo!" "Who are you?" "What are you saying?" "Who's Teo?" "I'm Gianni!" "Who's Teo?" "I didn't come for this." "I'm leaving." "Don't go!" "I'm leaving!" "We were both mistaken." "Don't leave like this!" "Wait!" "Wait!" "Don't leave like this!" "I'm not here by chance." "I came to find this woman." "I know her." "We often pose with tourists." "My mother was young." "It doesn't mean we know each other." "So why did she leave?" "She felt ill." "It happens." "Your mother..." "I grew up with her." "For me, she's my mother." "That's crazy!" "I need to understand." "Help me!" "Let's sit down." "Here you go." "Do you know anyone here?" "Call your family." "Someone should come and fetch you." "I have to see your mother." "It's important." "She doesn't know you any more than I do." "Your family should look after you." "There's something here..." "Let it go!" "You're mistaken." "Go home." "Believe me, that's enough." "You came to me too..." "You look like someone I knew." "Who?" "It's no use." "She's dead!" "You can't be her." "Leave me alone!" "Go back to your hotel." "Fabrizio, happy birthday!" "How old does that make you?" "No more than 30, right?" "What has she done to you?" "It's not true!" "You're not five anymore, accept it!" "So why are you in such a state?" "Why is Dad so aggressive?" "Enough!" "Go downstairs." "We'll talk later, I promise." "Calm down now." "No." "I'm fetching her from her hotel!" "What are you saying?" "Don't tell me it's her!" "Don't tell me she's my sister!" "Please, Gianni." "Rosa Maria is dead." "Stop it." "You'll spoil the party." "I don't care!" "I'm going to fetch her." "No, let go of me!" "I don't know where this face is from." "I don't know who I am." "You've become a very beautiful woman." "You're so like your father." "I recognized you right away." "I had no choice." "It was so long ago." "I called your mother, Nadia, in Paris, this afternoon." "She's coming to get you." "My mother?" "I can't help you, Rosa Maria." "Just go." "Go and don't come back." "I cried so long for you." "But he didn't." "You understand?" "You're not his daughter." "He couldn't ever love you." "And with your brother Gianni, what could I do?" "My brother?" "Let go of me!" "I feel sick." "I'm scared!" "Rosa Maria, wait!" "Let go of me!" "What the hell did you tell her?" "Gianni!" "Let go of me!" "No one made you take Jeanne's place." "You told me to call you Jeanne, like her." "I wasn't strong enough to resist." "After the crash, you didn't recognize your parents." "You'd lost your memory." "You clung to me." "And you became my daughter." "What if you were Jeanne or Rosa-Maria?" "And my family?" "Go now." "Will you be all right?" "I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow." "Mum!" "Not happy to see me?" "You bet I am." "I've prepared a feast!" "Your mother called me." "What did she say?" "That you were fine, that you were mistaken or something." "That you were better." "I am." "I had a rest." "It did me good." "Let's go to your room." "I have presents." "What are you looking at, Mum?" "Nothing, let's go to your room."