介绍： Anatomy of a Fall (2023)
Justine Triet

What do you expect me to do? It's part of the job.

You have to organize yourself differently.

I'm not going to cancel.

How am I supposed to organize on my own?

You know we have to plan things together.

I am not just going to leave Daniel alone because you're gone.
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介绍： Anatomy of a Fall (2023)
Justine Triet

What do you expect me to do? It's part of the job.

You have to organize yourself differently.

I'm not going to cancel.

How am I supposed to organize on my own?

You know we have to plan things together.

I am not just going to leave Daniel alone because you're gone.

Leave him with Monica, what's the big deal?

Three days a week?

We'd have to pay her for that.

We can't afford it.

I need time.

Not just a few hours.

I'm talking about blocking out time for myself for the whole year.

This isn't working for me anymore.

Well, organize your time differently if you want to, it's up to you.

When's the last time you helped him do his homework?

So many things you don't care about, but that's the time I mean.

Darling, the book just came out. You know very well it's just this time.

It's always“just this time".

Whether you have a book out, or you're writing,

or you need space to figure out what to write.

I mean I've been following your lead for years.

I can't do anything with my time.

Do you understand?

It's not my time, it's yours!

Do I force you to teach?

Do I force you to homeschool Daniel?

No one's forcing you.

If you want to make more time for yourself, I've never stopped you.

Are you fxxking serious?

I cut my course load in half this year to gain more time

and it's still not enough.

I have to finish the renovation, plus I'm dealing with everything else!

Why do you refuse to talk about it?

Why can't you just admit it has to do

with how things are divided between us?

Because you're wrong.

I don't owe you any time. I do my part.

Come on, let's not take inventory here, please.

Let's relax.

I love you.

When you decided to homeschool Daniel,

I told you be careful.

It's a beautiful, generous choice and I thank you for it,

but you don't have to. I told you it would force you...

What? To spend more time with my son?

I'm glad I did.

I wouldn't have the relationship I have with him today if I didn't.

The relationship I don't have with him, you mean?

I didn’t say that, no.

I'm saying maybe,

just maybe, things are a little out of balance between us.

I want you to look at that. Why is this so hard to discuss?

I don't believe in the notion of reciprocity in a couple.

It's naive and frankly, depressing.

And I think discussing it is a waste of time,

considering the state you're in, seriously.

All this blah-blah-blah here and more time is gone.

All this time spent chitchatting

could be spent in silence doing whatever you want.

if only you knew what it is.

I want time to start writing, just same as you.

Do it.

I don't know a single writer who dosen't write just because he has a son and groceries to buy.

Stop whining about your scheduling bullshxt

and stop blaming me for what you did or didn't do.

I live with you. I plan my life around you.

If I imposed on you what you're imposing on me,

neither of us would be able to write.

Don't worry about me, I always manage to write.

Great.

Perfect.

I mean if you're so sure of yourself, adapt, that's all I am asking.

I do adapt. I take Daniel to school.

- Once a week. - We have Monica on Tuesdays.

No, Sandra, don't be dishonest.

- You're the one nitpicking. - I've given you too much.

Too much time, too many concessions.

I want this time back.

And you owe it to me. Be fair!

I'm sorry, but no. Are you insane?

I don't owe you anything.

Really.

This is about your relationship with your son.

And to protect yourself in your comfrot, because you get scared and put yourself in that position.

It was your choice to come here and start this renovation.

This is your own trap!

I am not taking your time, you waste it all on your own!

I want things to change now.

I want time to start writing again.

Great, go for it.

If you want my advice, go back to the one you ditched.

That's your advice? Go back to the book you plundered?

Ok, so now it's plundering.

We've discussed it. You'd given up.

You took the book's best idea. How am I supposed to go back to it?

Do you realize how cynical that is?

You can publish your own version, say it inspired me,

I'll admit to it.

If something needs to be written, someone has to write it.

You have animal vision. You pretend to be obliging, but...

Look at you. Even your bullshxt moralizing...

And this, really, is a way for you to waste more time.

You should be flattered that I was inspired by you.

This is life, things circulate.

And frankly, I wish you'd be inspired to plunder me someday.

You're not alone in your jungle, I live with you and you impose everything.

You impose your rhythm, your use of time,

even your language.

Even with language, I meet you on your turf.
We speak English at home.

I'm not on my turf, I don't speak my mother tongue.

You don's speak mine nither, even though we live here.

Yes, it's a middle ground, in fact.

You know, because I'm not French, you're not German.

We create a middle ground, so nobody has to go to the other's turf.

This is what English is for. It's a meeting point. You can't blame me for that.

But we live in France. That's our reality.

Daniel hears you speak a language that has nothing to do with his life

just because you impose it on him just like everything else.

We're on your turf, all the time

In your country!

Every single day I have to accept that we live in your hometown!

The people that you grew up with look down on me

whenever I don't make the effort to smile at them.

You don't think me living here counts as meeting you on your turf?

You never smile at anyone.

Yes. That's why you love me, right?

If you wanted a stupid bitch who grins at your friends,

you'd have picked someone else.

You have no shame.

That's a superpower.

You see no one but yourself.

I see you very clearly. I just don't see you as a victim.

You impose

your way of living, speaking, eating,
even fxxking.

I could never get you to fxxk any other way.

You expect me to follow your lead, that's your notion of a couple.

I don't have a notion, I don't give a fxxk about couples, really.

So, you say I'm stopping you

from fxxking the way you want.

- Seriously? - Yes.

Be honest, who's been refusing to fxxk since the accident?

You know well I meant before.

What did I ever refuse to do sexually?

Everything.

Plus, I have to accept that you fxxk other people.

I do not fxxk other people.

Don't deny it.

Once, and you cling to it in order to suffer!

- You have fxxked other people several times. - You make yourself the victim!

I'm not a victim, I'm a man who's been cheated on!

Plundered and cheated on.

I can live without sex, but not forever.

So you blame me? I'm the one frustrating you?

It's not about who's...

who's blaming who or who's frustrating who.

The frustration is there and we're both dealing with it, you see.

Me personally. I refuse to rot inside,

so I find solutions.

At this point, sex was just a question of personal hygiene!

But you impose your solutions, which are solutions for you only.

You don't give a shxt if it hurts me and Daniel.

You leave Daniel out of the game here. This is not about Daniel.

I do not impose anything on him.

You made us live here among the goats.

You complain about the life that you chose!

You're not a victim.

Not at all!

Your generosity conceals something dirtier and meaner.

You're incapable of facing your ambitions and you resent me for it.

But I am not the one who put you where you are. I have nothing to do with it!

You're not sacrificing yourself, as you say.

You choose to sit on the sidelines because you're afraid!

Because your pride makes your head explode

before you can even come up with a germ of an idea!

And now you wake up at your 40 and you need someone to blame.

And you're the one to blame!