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With you.

If we work together.

Otherwise, it's pretty vague.

I need to work, to pay my alimony.

You're hardly positive.

How do you expect me to be positive?

My wife left me,

my daughter won't see me,

I've no job,

no money,

my neighbours make noise...

I'm in an interview

being asked tiresome questions,

for a job, which in the end,

is pretty stupid.

And you want I be positive?

Well, I'm not!

Sorry, I'm not.

So why pretend?

I'm not in the least positive,

on the contrary!

I see. I thank you, Sir.

I feel your dossier is complete.

- My dossier?

- To better study your application.

Believe me, Sir,

I'm leaving your sinister office

three times happier than I entered.

At least I did you some good.

- Who is it?

- It's me.

- What were you watching?

- Nothing special.

I got Cable TV, 20 channels...

I thought you'd no money.

They say TV

is a window on the world.

I came by to see how you were.

Nice of you to think of me.

I've problems

with my upstairs neighbour.

Really?

What kind of problems?

Noise. I complained a few times.

Know what he replied?

He said I wasn't all there.

"I think you're not all there",

he said.

Jacques, we have to talk.

When can I see my daughter?

Jacques, please...

Don't take that tone.

For now she won't see you,

I don't know what to do.

So, you've turned her against me.

You're warped enough for that!

You know that's not true.

I know nothing at all,

especially not you.

I lived with a stranger,

a monster!

Why won't she see me?

Maybe she heard too much.

Of what, for example?

When you called me a washout?

And I said you were frigid?

That I'd always disgusted you?

And I called you a stuck-up b*tch.

That's enough, okay?

I'm going,

we'll talk some other time.

You could've been a decent guy,

but you came unstuck along the way.

Frankly, I pity You

Hello.

Hello, everyone.

I'm Mrs Renard.

I'd like you all

to introduce yourselves

and to tell us the nature of

the noise to which you are victim.

Who'll go first?

I'd like to start.

I'm not used to public speaking,

so I'm a bit self-conscious.

Go ahead, Sir.

My name's Claude Ferrier,

I'm a retired rail-worker.

My case is very banal.

I live in a suburban house

and next door there's a guard-dog.

And this dog howls

for the slightest thing.

I tried talking to his master,

but no go.

For him, dogs bark and that's that.

Have you told him about

anti-barking collars?

No.

It's a totally humane

citronella-based device.

Sorry!

This is a "Listening Ear" meeting,

you must be mistaken.

Not at all.

Sorry I'm late.

We'd just begun.

We introduce ourselves and

the kind of noise we're victim of.

- Can I smoke?

- Smoking is not allowed.

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