The musty smell is back.
- Can't you feel? - Not really.
She does not ventilate when we're not there.
Frankly, I feel nothing.
Looks like a brie farted.
And she left the fridge door closed!
- DENIAL - Shit !
I said, "Unplug and leave the door open."
I will send him a heartfelt email.
No, you'll upset her.
I do not care. It's useless.
- She is 82 years old. - So what ? It annoys me.
It's the minimum, she knows that we are
in a lost hole, we do not have a choice !
Damn, there are ants everywhere!
I take out the vacuum, I can't take it anymore.
Chas, please...
The travel was long.
You unpack, I clean up.
What is the problem ?
Holy shit.
And I told him to crash lavender against mosquitoes.
She didn't!
And that ? It was behind the fridge.
Put it in Attrap'Souris.
- You want to put it all in. - No.
Whether ! There's quite a collection in there.
How to catch the critter
with two rummi tiles and Marie Periwinkle?
It's Madame Periwinkle. Mary Periwinkle...
It's an old TV show, yes. You understood.
I bet she hasn't dusted the blinds.
Gotta do it carefully between each slat.
Look, it's black with soot.
It doesn't matter.
Come here.
Look at.
You see ?
Take a deep breath.
I love you, Joe Madison.
I'm going to peel potatoes.
For the moussaka tonight.
Listen, wait.
Before you leave...
Don't get mad, but...
I have something for you.
In what honor ?
I know we don't celebrate birthdays,
but it's been nine years...
Not today, is it?
It depends where you count.
You know, first date, first kiss,
first... fornication.
"Fornication"? We are not in a Jane Austen.
I count from the moment where I approached you
in this horrible bar...
Horrible... What was his name? The Pink Socks?
The Purple Sock.
Wow.
Anyway, I told you then that we would stay together at least nine years...
And despite some...
ups and downs...
We did it.
SO...
Take.
This is what we offer old arthritic goats?
Don't be so cruel!
Copper is the traditional gift. I googled it.
Apparently, its beauty and malleability...
- What nonsense? - Malleability.
symbolize the fact that each
knows how to comply with the desires of the other
after nine years together.
It's disgusting. I adore.
THANKS.
If you stopped working we would have...
more weekends together.
I say this for you.
I like to work.
It keeps me busy.
It changes my mind.
I know but...
You don't want to take advantage every moment?
I like our life as it is.
I love that we tell each other our days.
Don't make me change.
As if I could.
But...
I wish I could have done more.
Well, I'm attacking the moussaka.
Looking forward to the next nine years.
Phone !
ANGER
- What did Mollie say? - What about ?
About ants.
I'm sorry about that, Mr. Gregory.
I hope it didn't spoil your weekend.
I love cheese and I like to sprinkle it behind
to keep ants away.
She already did.
I know. No wonder it stinks.
A fucking family of rats came to eat it.
I like it. She makes us laugh.
It's not that funny.
Next year I will take a rustic Polonaise.
Less expensive, more conscientious.
And Molly?
She will be dead by then.
Pardon.
Nevermind.
I didn't think.
You have the right to say it.
You haven't eaten much.
I'm not hungry.
I'll serve it to you again at noon tomorrow
and at all meals until it's over!
Do you want dessert?
It's what ?
Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, it makes chocolate!
- It looks delicious. - Made with my little hands.
But it's chocolate cake.
What ?
Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, a chocolate cake.
Enough to ?
You're always wrong, that's all.
Pardon ? It's "Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, it makes chocolate!"
"Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, a chocolate cake!"
My God, do you want spin my brain.
- Herbal tea ? - My pleasure.
- We only have chamomile. - It's good.
The water pump is leaking again.
It's all soaked behind.
Need to find the map of the guy from the other time.
In my version, it's about different foods.
- What ? - The milk comes from here,
the lemonade from there, the chocolate cake from there.
There is a logic
you create a banquet of your body.
Joe, fuck it.
You have the wrong rhyme.
It doesn't rhyme, lemonade and chocolate.
Yes, it's a poor rhyme.
Vowels rhyme, consonants no.
Alright, Professor Violet. Let's see... Alexa?
Don't do that, you know it pisses me off.
Alexa is "Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, it makes chocolate"
or "Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, a cake..."
Who cares, I said!
Sorry, I don't understand.
Me neither. Why are you looking for me?
I'm not looking for you. I just suggest that sometimes
- you can be wrongper. - No one is wrong!
I say "it's been", you say "an au cake," so what?
There's an American in sports
that says, "That makes fudge."
- The versions diverge! - Okay !
If you really want to win I bow !
I don't want it. It annoys me you're looking for me, I haven't done anything!
- I go to bed. - For what ?
"Alexa, it's Milk, milk, lemonade, and bam, does it make chocolate"?
- It's not my voice. - "Alexa, Mollie closed the fridge the wrong way!"
Little crybaby!
That's your biggest worry in life ?
I have the right to be angry.
And not me ? You don't know what anger is
real fucking anger which is driving you crazy!
You have no idea.
Of course it is, poor bastard!
I'm angry after life that I missed for nine years.
jobs, vacations, the guys I could have fucked.
I dropped everything.
I reduced all my life at the bare minimum
to be there and take care of you!
So don't tell me that I don't have the right to be furious!
I didn't ask you to waste your life for me.
- You wanted it. - I still want it.
And if you think I'm going to walk away now you are wrong!
I will be there until the end.
Pardon.
And I'm not mad at you.
But against this...
thing in you, that...
damn chocolate cake.
It's original, as a nickname.
Come on, go to bed while I tidy up.
I'm sorry.
I like you.
Not the C of Chas, then.
Excuse me, I read the rules.
Don't give in to him, Mollie, no.
Calm down, my boy! Good.
I want £500.
Bargain.
So, the game is lost.
- BARGAIN - Don't laugh!
- You still have your greens. - No one stops there.
Me if, there are two towers, but you haven't seen anything.
Mollie Grayson, cheater!
It's not cheating if you don't see it.
What a vicious killer!
Well, I put two houses on all my reds. That's 900.
I better go to jail.
You owe me £4 for your visit to Vine Street.
It's okay, Babar. Wait until I have the change.
Why Babar?
He's an elephant, he forgets nothing.
Me, I won the second prize beauty, you know?
Who was first? Frankenstein?
Little con!
- How are you ? - Great.
A little more cheese?
No, thank you, I've had enough.
Although I love cheese.
We have noticed.
Alright, I'll do a turn around the corner.
I have it for a while...
- Everything's good ? - How are you.
Watch the bank, Mollie.
He's a nasty cheater.
Heard.
He seems to have morals.
We love coming here.
Forget all our worries.
Finally, thn part.
If you need to talk about it...
THANKS.
"Doctor's fee. Pay £50." Lucky, my ass.
it doesn't concern me maybe not, but...
I heard an argument taking my dogs out yesterday.
Sorry about that.
Don't be, my dear.
Anger is a of the five stages of grief.
I'm stuck there, like...
a hard Candy Crush level that I can't pass.
I'll just nod my head and pretend to understand.
I thought there were seven steps.
Sleepy, Grumpy, Shy...
I been through it all when I lost Fraser.
Someone gave me the book
The Last Moments of Life by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
Something to boost morale.
She wrote it for people...
at the end of life,
but it also applies to those who remain afterwards.
It's the same thing, that you were crying...
the end of your relationship or the death of a pet.
not everyone feels the same thing at the same time...
but you can comfort you with the idea...
that you are not the only one to have been there.
I already told you that I...
almost became a pop star?
God's goodness ! No.
It was in the late 90s.
I went around the boxes with a boy band, Atlantic 5.
We were 112th in the charts with Blue Jeans Baby.
Does it ring a bell ?
If it's after Johnny Mathis, no.
In short, the record company left us,
so it did nothing.
I tried a solo career.
Classic denial.
I started to go on people's Myspace pages
who released their own music.
I left insults.
"Don't call us, we'll call you."
I was mad at what I had lost and they could win.
I really felt the depression.
Then, after meeting Joe, acceptance.
But the haggling I never understood.
Hence my nullity at Monopoly, I imagine.
Maybe...
coming here is a bargain.
We are on vacation,
we eat, we walk, we play,
and death does not exist.
Joe's cancer does not exist.
Like saying, "I trade my water companies
against Champs-Élysées and Rue de la Paix"?
Who knows ?
You have to believe in miracles.
I exchange my starting square against yours whenever you want.
- Were you listening to us? - Alexa, play Blue Jeans Baby.
No, Joe, it's shame.
- What ? - Stopped !
This is hilarious, Mollie.
There's even a video clip.
At least do it right.
Show us !
- You can't be stopped! - Come on !
Do you want it hot or cold?
- It's what ? - A quiche.
Warm, please.
But don't soak the dough.
Are you okay?
I look like I have leprosy.
Show me.
What's in it?
Rolled oats, honey, baking soda and buttermilk.
Yum. someone will pass in the pan tonight?
Maybe. It depends if I'm hungry.
Do you know what I would like?
- A massage. - Serious ?
You said it was my cocooning evening.
It's true.
So come.
Come between my legs.
Mollie got home okay?
She had to feed her dogs.
She's already put on some mash on the pussy so that they lick it?
- It's disgusting! - I know.
I drank too much.
You don't answer?
No, definitely work.
Why are you so nice to me?
We don't know what the future holds for us.
Perhaps this is our last weekend here.
It's depressing.
Without wishing to be pessimistic, It's true.
But know that no matter what...
I will never forget you.
I know.
Well, wait there and don't come in.
I have a surprise for you in the bathroom.
You really spoil me too much.
Do you have something to apologize for?
Who is Mike?
He tried to call you and yesterday too
and he leaves messages with hearts and eggplants.
I don't care, but usually
we tell each other our flirting plans and we laugh about it.
But this Mick, you...
never told me about it. Should I be worried?
You were saying ? I didn't hear you.
Good...
Let's put our cards on the table.
I kissed a man when you were in care.
He invited me to his house and I was tempted.
I was very tempted, since we didn't...
fornicated for so long.
Years, in fact.
But I refused because I made you a promise
that I never betrayed,
although sometimes it was hard.
Plus he smoked rolls with licorice and it disgusted me.
What are you talking about ?
I'm talking about Mick.
Mike is great. She would please you.
- "She" ? - It's Michaela.
One of my cancer nurses.
She gave me her personal number because we get along well. For what ?
Like that.
I asked it like that.
I have never been so happy.
I couldn't stand that...
What ?
Hands off !
- Now close your eyes... - What ?
Close your eyes... and follow me.
Attention.
No cheating.
SO...
Do you know when you booked this spa in Iceland
and we had to cancel how sick I was?
You dreamed of taking a mud bath
with a mask and a glass of champagne.
Come on, go ahead, it gets cold fast.
I fill your glass.
It's awesome !
In what honor is all this?
I wanted to give you back the same, that's all.
Happy birthday !
How is it ?
It's a little muddy, but lovely, thank you.
Take.
It's me who should do this for you.
You deserve it.
You really deserve it.
QUICK-SETTING CEMENT
ACCEPTANCE
Shit...
I must have passed out.
Xanax.
These drugs are finally useful.
I can't move.
I know.
What is happening ?
You asked me about Michaela.
It's a misunderstanding.
- I didn't know she was a nurse. - She's not.
She is the financial director and will soon be my wife.
We're getting married next year.
Too bad you can't sing at the wedding.
You make me walk.
I assure you it's true.
I live in London with Mick the week
and I tell him I'm visiting to my old dad on the weekend
when I come to see you.
It wasn't easy, but hey, it's been a few years now.
She doesn't even know you exist.
For what ?
Why what ?
Why don't you dump me?
Because...
I wanted to be able to tell you, eye to eye...
that you completely messed up the last nine years of your life.
All these sacrifices what you did...
...were useless.
- I like you. - I know it.
You keep telling me,
but I never answered you, you noticed ?
I did a lot of stuff which I'm not proud of...
but not that.
What ?
Do not Cry.
It'll make your pretty mask sink.
So...
You are just...
You delusions.
Because of your meds.
I'm not dying, by the way.
A little syrup in the bowl from time to time,
some fake emails.
You never wanted to know too much on my little tumor.
It disgusted you...
just as you disgust me.
But I accepted that was the price to pay...
just like you should accept your punishment.
What is this mess ?
Get me out of here!
It's my daughter Olivia.
She was 13 and was a mega fan of Atlantic 5.
One of the few people for buying Blue Jeans Baby.
She adored you.
You inspired her, she started to write songs.
Until you find it on MySpace
and start pissing her off.
But it was worse than that, right?
It was not: "Don't call us, we'll call you."
Joe, please...
It was: "You really are a piece of shit,
What if you were going to kill yourself?
She did.
Finally, she tried.
My wife found her in her bath, with an empty bleach bottle.
Guess how long in the comy ?
Nine years.
Nine years before my ex wife and me
(we broke up, our couple did not hold)
be kindly encouraged to unplug it.
And that's what we did.
I'm sorry.
We never knew why she had done it.
She didn't leave a note.
I had his phone, I did my research.
And I unmasked you
Chazz with two Zs.
I approached you at the Purple Sock...
where you were hanging out this assisted assistant.
And I started my campaign.
Nine years of your life wasted...
to love someone who hated you.
Now you are going to die.
But I won't unplug you.
That would be too nice.
You go...
leave me here all alone.
You won't be alone.
The ancient Persians developed a method of execution: scaphism.
The victim was taken On the edge of a lake,
tied between two boats and covered with milk and honey.
Which quickly attracted all kinds of insects that... bit her,
fed on his body,
lay eggs under her skin,
what attracted then rats and other vermin
until you are...
eaten alive.
It seems that the soldier Persian Mithridates
lasted 17 days.
Pity...
Do not do that.
I fired her, like you suggested.
She returned to Glasgow heal his wounds.
She won't come back before... an eternity.
Listen to me please.
I know... that what I did was wrong,
but you...
You can't do this to me.
You can not.
I've already done it.
You are just in denial.
Good night.
I'm sorry !
Shit.
Pity !
I'm sorry ! four hundred ninety seven
I hope you are hungry!
You will have to k