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The film you're about to see was born under a lucky star.

There it is.

I'm truly sorry.

I do hope...

...that you can be reincarnated as something more interesting.

bye!

Well... come on!

It's not the same chalet as in the photos.

Yes... of course it is.

No, I don't recognise it.

Well, I didn't change it secretly. You think I'm stupid?

Come and see. I assure you it's terrific!

Through here.

There we are!

Here...

My poor pet... Didn't you sleep in the helicopter?

Oh, shit!

The pilot asked me to leave a comment,

I forgot.

Really?

Since when do pilots do that?

He was awfully nice.

And I promised him. Would you do it for me?

Sure.

No problem.

What do you want me to put?

"Really nice pilot"? "Very friendly pilot"?

I don't care. Just something positive.

No sweat. I'll take care of it.

This is not nice yoghurt.

It tastes really odd.

- Really? - Yeah.

You got the wrong brand.

I'm very sorry. I'll be more careful next time.

I'm only eating it because I'm hungry.

What's this?

Oh, we got it yesterday.

- For the chainsaw video? - Yeah.

If you don't like it, we'll toss it out.

No.

It's not bad. We'll keep it.

Okay.

Do you still need me tonight?

No, you can go.

OK.

But are you okay otherwise? I mean...

Do you like this place? Think you'll enjoy it?

I don't know yet. I'll tell you tomorrow.

OK.

I'll let you dine in peace.

Get some rest.

Are you on a break?

No, she is.

It's no holiday for me.

There's so much to manage. I'm answerable to everyone.

It's hell.

Do you think I'm here just to fool around?

-You could have done it from home. It have made no difference.

Impossible!

You know how it is.

I have to be on hand to see everything with her.

On the spot, all the time.

I have to keep her motivated. She's said she wants to quit.

So?

If she wants to quit, let her quit.

So what would I do?

Become unemployed? Very funny.

There are other things you could do.

After ten years, aren't you tired of being under her thumb?

Tired of making so much money? No, sorry.

We don't do anything together anymore.

You're always with her.

"Magalie asked me this, she wants me to be there."

Magalie, Magalie, Magalie, I'm sick of hearing it.

You're with that crazy woman more than your own children.

You have a message

Are you even listening to me?

Something weird. I'll call you back.

What, again?

An email to deal with right away.

I'll call you back, darling.

Alright, bye.

Are you asleep, Mag?

Mag!

Are you nuts? What's wrong with you?

- Sorry, it's most important... - I don't care.

Don't come whispering into my room!

Are you ill or something?

I swear, it's serious.

Get out of my room!

Okay, I'm sorry.

Oh, shit!

Does the name "Herzog" ring a bell?

Patrick, tell what was so important.

Stop with the stupid riddles.

Who is Herzog?

Dimitri, the crane guy.

He screwed up. That idiot told his sister everything.

His sister?

He has a sister.

Okay.

- So what did he tell her? - Everything!

Everything.

That's why she's contacting you. She sent me a message.

And she's a journalist.

You realise what it means?

No. What's the difference, that he told her everything?

Very well...

Read it!

Goodness me!

Mistakes. It's poorly written!

No matter... You make them too.

Please... just read all of it!

It's blackmail.

You don't say!

Is that all?

Well, she says she doesn't want money.

What does this bitch want?

That's the problem... Not to know what she wants.

Did you contact her before rousing me?

Yes. She won't talk to me. She'll only talk to you.

Oh, no.

No way!

Hello, Simone. I'm Magalie.

You sent an email to Mr Balandras, my personal assistant,

about that piano accident.

I didn't understand it all, because of the bad grammar,

but I'm agreeable to talk about it in person.

I'm in the mountains right now.

In my new residence, for I don't know how long.

You can call me back on this number, if you wish.

Talk to you soon, I hope, Mrs Simone.

Goodbye.

Bitch!

You know what?

You might be right about the mistakes.

Meaning?

She might have meant the opposite. She actually wants money.

She's going to get her arse fucked.

No, no, no. Don't joke about it. This is serious.

For all we know, we could face life in prison.

Keep that in mind. It's serious!

I'll keep it in mind, but I'm going back to bed.

Don't you understand? Just stay calm, okay?

And if she calls back, what do we do?

I'll call her back, Patrick.

Just relax. Don't worry. We'll handle it. Alright?

Take a pill... You're a bundle of nerves.

They're asking why their father isn't here, but apart from that...

Can't you explain that I'm away for work?

To earn money for their clothes and their food.

They'll be thinking I'm some jerk who's abandoning his family.

They already know that you're a jerk.

Great, thanks. Very funny.

No, they're fine. Relax.

Mathieu's been kicked out of the pony club. Otherwise, all's OK.

Good. You know what I think about that.

It's not a boy-thing. Sorry, but...

Well...

Look who's here.

Hi.

Oh, damn it!

I didn't realise you had such a neck brace.

- Yeah. Awful, my dear.

No big deal, I'll survive. Don't worry.

She's tough, you know!

Your chalet looks amazing. Happy with it?

Yes, well... I don't feel at home yet.

Oh, I could get used to it in no time.

How big is it? 300?

You're lovely, but we have an emergency.

I'm going to have to borrow your husband and hang up.

Couldn't we just finish talking?

The chalet is 500 square metres.

Bye!

Patrick, I know what she wants!

That was awfully rude of you.

No matter. You'll call her back. Listen!

I've been thinking and I know what your journalist wants.

Shall I tell you?

Money. It's simple.

No!

She wants to sleep with me.

- Excuse me? - Yeah.

I saw pictures of her online. She's an ugly cow. Disgusting!

That's got to be it. A poor fan who wants a relationship with me.

You hang up on my wife to tell me this?

Yes. I re-read her message.

The words are badly put together.

She's definitely psychotic

So your reasoning is... she writes badly,

therefore, she wants to sleep with you?

Yes.

She wants money.

Everybody knows you're loaded. She wants a piece of the pie.

- Did you call her back? - Ah... no.

What is it?

- What is it? - I don't know.

She's there. Look, it's her!

Oh, fuck! Hey, wow!

See?! I'm not stupid. I know!

- What's she doing here? - I don't know, but she's here.

Go on, open it! Open it!

- Just a sec. - Can we talk?

- Open it. - Please.

- In a minute. - Let's talk!

Open it!

Who are these idiots?

The tall one followed me this morning.

He followed me on his silly scooter.

Without your balaclava? You're crazy!

Don't you call me crazy!

You're asking for trouble.

What do you want?

Are you crazy or something?

Get lost or I'll flatten you!

This is private property. Get out!

We'll do as we want. Who are you?

Hey!

- You clown! - How embarrassing!

You think it's funny?

You little bitches!

Yes?

Good evening.

Is that you, Simone?

Yes.

OK.

So?

Well, I...

What do you want?

It's hard. I'm intimidated.

- Hey! - What?

Look. I'm sorry.

Oh, should I call you back? Are you not alone?

No, it's nothing. Just my dog.

He just came into the room. It's nothing at all.

Go ahead.

What do you want?

Okay. So, firstly, be aware that I've never blackmailed anyone before.

This the first time.

I'm quite honest.

To tell you the truth, I'm really uncomfortable.

Oh...

You poor dear.

You're uncomfortable? I'm so sorry!

Are you taking the piss?

No, no, I'm serious.

You're being defensive, but you'll realise

that I have good intentions.

It's a very mild form of blackmail, very positive, I'm not...

Stop with your nonsense

about positive blackmail and your crap explanations.

Just tell me what you want.

Okay.

Magalie, you don't want the public or the media

to find out what really happened

the day of your accident with the piano.

Isn't that right?

That's why I gave €500,000 to your idiot brother.

So he would shut up.

Yes, I know.

I apologise for him... he's very fragile.

That accident traumatised him.

He couldn't handle keeping such a deep secret all to himself,

so he needed to confide in me, that's all.

But he's told nobody else, I'm sure of that.

He has no intention of harming you.

He's extremely appreciative of your money....

which has quite literally changed his life.

At the time he had great personal financial problems...

I don't care about your stupid brother's problems.

Just spit it out... What do you want?

Forgive me, I'm intimidated.

Listen, Simone, I'm going to save us some time.

I know what you want.

You want to meet me.

Yes, that's true.

I knew it!

I felt it, actually, I'm a genius.

You want to meet me, you want to sleep with me!

Excuse me?

I know, I'm desirable.

Girls like me. I've no problem with that.

I get hit-on all the time.

I'm good, I know it.

You want to meet me to have a relationship with me.

No. I'm sorry if I led you to believe something like that.

No, no.

You're pretty, I'm not saying you're not. But you're completely wrong.

I really want to meet you, but for something completely different.

Are you there?

Yes! I'm listening, yes.

So, you refuse to speak to the media.

You've never given an interview to anyone

in your entire life.

I'd like to be the first to interview you.

I've been doing this job for 25 years.

I'm a true professional.

I promise not to mention your accident in my article.

Look, here's what we'll do, it'll be simpler.

You give me your bank details and we'll make a big, juicy transfer,

like we did for your brother. 358

You shut your mouth and forget about me forever.

I didn't contact you on a whim.

It's a well-considered decision. I won't change my mind.

I'll either interview you or report you to the police.

Too bad for you.

Fuck!

I won't back down.

Okay, you win!

You're quite a witch.

I'll put you through to my assistant to schedule an appointment.

Patrick Balandras speaking.

I'm the one who received your email.

You scored the first interview with Magaloche.

Congratulations!

Are you ready?

Shall we begin?

First of all, thank you for agreeing to it.

I know you're making a considerable effort,

so thank you, so much.

I'm extremely moved.

And most of all, truly honoured.

You're angry, but I wanted to say it anyway.

There we are.

It's recording.

I'll start from the beginning.

In order, that is.

So, Magalie, you were born on March 12, 1989,

with an extremely rare disease,

called congenital insensitivity to pain.

I was born with congenital insensitivity to pain, yes.

Everyone knows that already.

I don't conceal it.

Not everyone knows what it is.

Could you explain it? I'm interested.

It's like being blind.

Except that, instead of not seeing,

you don't feel any physical pain.

I wouldn't know how to explain it otherwise.

For a more precise definition, ask a specialist.

No, it's very clear, thank you.

You put it nicely.

Magalie, another thing, that's not well-known...

The date of your birth, 29-3-89...

It's the day the internet became accessible to the public.

Did you know that you were born on the same day as the internet?

No.

That's incredible! I assumed you'd know.

I'll be teaching you some things.

No.

No, impossible.

Okay.

What does this information you've discovered, evoke for you?

Tell me.

The internet is a computer-tool.

I'm a human being.

I don't see the connection.

You were born on the same day as the tool that made you a star.

Quite astonishing don't you think?!

Where does this unbearable way of speaking come from?

- Excuse me? - "Quite astonishing, don't you think?"

Seriously, where does it come from?

From a chateau?

I don't live in a chateau, no.

Well, you talk like a duchess, yet don't know how to write an email.

I'm using recording-voice, that's why.

It's not interesting to talk about me.

Indeed, it absolutely isn't.

I won't hide the fact that this interview is already very painful.

With the way you talk, I feel like I'm taking an exam at school.

I honestly don't know if I'm going to last.

It's irritating me.

How much longer will this take?

I don't know, 2 hours. Something like that.

Two hours?

But... are you crazy or something?

What are we going to talk about for 2 hours?

Magalie, you can drop your guard. I'm not here to bother you.

I simply want to chat... create a nice portrait.

Without any bad intentions.

I'm a kind person... I mean you no harm.

Kind? Yet you blackmail me.

Don't forget that.

Excuse me, sorry

Sorry to interrupt for just a moment.

Can you come, please?

Why?

Just come.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

She's got us by the balls!

Stop being difficult... play along!

What? By being here, I'm already playing along.

No, no.

You need to be more cooperative. This is starting very badly.

Didn't you hear her?

But...

I want to gouge that bitch's eyes out!

But why care?

You're playing with fire. Think about prison.

Get a grip of yourself, for fuck's sake.

- Okay? - Okay, okay.

- I'll get a grip. - Please.

Thank you!

My assistant has kindly offered to go and get something to eat.

Do you want anything?

Thanks, no... I don't need anything.

Okay. It'll just be for me.

The usual, sweetheart, you're a doll.

Be quick. I'm starving.

So, let's go... I'm ready.

I'll play along.

I'm ready. I'm listening.

A problem?

No, none at all, Simone.

I'm delighted to be doing this interview.

And I find your way of speaking...

very exotic.

You don't have to.

Yes. I know I do.

But let's get started.

Okay.

I'll continue.

So, Magalie, you were born on the same day as this tool

that made you a global star.

That's right.

How did you discover this tool?

It happened in the year that I was... 14 years old.

Yes.

14 years old, that's right.

That's a real question. Could you elaborate a little?

But I was about to.

I just need to remember.

Sorry, I'm just eager to know more.

I'll be quiet.

Go ahead.

We were with my father in the living room.

We were watching TV waiting for my mother.

We'd just finished watching a crappy Western.

And while flipping through several cable channels...

Well, we stumbled upon an adult show.

And we watched it.

I didn't immediately understand what I was looking at.

But I remember feeling

a terrible frustration in front of these images.

I was jealous of those guys.

Very jealous.

Hi, I'm Magalie Moreau.

Today, I'm testing a car battery.

Dad!

The next day, my parents lectured me.

She scolded me. I got a real earful.

... a little bit!

And of course, I was punished.

Later, my father was in front of his PC, as always.

I'm Magalie Moreau. Today, I'm testing a car battery.

He laughs.

He sent my video to all his office colleagues

to make them laugh.

Then it all spiralled out of control.

His colleagues started to share the file with other people.

As a joke.

It spread very quickly.

In a few weeks, it was a classic.

The video was circulating everywhere.

We even made it onto the TV news.

It made everyone laugh.

There was almost nothing online at the time.

Nothing like today.

It was the very beginning.

I was ahead of my time, you could say.

There you go.

People recognised me in the street.

I became a sort of sideshow attraction at my school.

That's incredible!

It feels weird

to say all this out loud.

When I think about it, it's in my head.

But I never think about it, because it annoys me.

Bad memories don't bother me.

Before we resume the timeline...

I'd like to clarify something that intrigues me.

I hope this isn't too intrusive, but I was wondering...

We never see you without the dental appliance you wear.

So?

Well... is it a tribute to that first video?

Is there another reason?

I have a serious gum deformity.

I have to wear this thing for life.

If I take it off, I'll lose my teeth in a fortnight.

I'm so sorry!

I'm kidding.

It's for the look.

At first, it was so people would recognise me.

And then after, well...

It became a stage costume.

Something easy to identify.

"That's the girl who makes videos with her braces."

That's what I was thinking... You don't need them.

You have perfect teeth.

Thank you, that's kind.

And a very pretty smile, by the way.

One that's not seen very often.

You didn't organise all this...

just to hit on me, did you?

Just like I imagined.

No, it was no more than a simple observation.

There you are.

Thank you.

All OK? Everything as you wanted?

She's starting to open up a bit. It's exciting. Thank you.

I'll let you get back to work. I'll be here.

"She's starting to open up a bit?"

It sounds like you're talking about a mussel.

No, it's an expression.

I know, you're not a mussel. I'd never think that.

I know it's an expression. 617

And I know I'm not a mussel.

But thank you for explaining it to me, teacher.

Should we take a break for your lunch?

No, I'm not hungry.

Let's go on... and finish this.

Alright. So...

People are starting to recognise you on the street because of this video.

You're 14 years old.

What happened at that point?

What happened at that point?

I started making other videos, of course.

Hi. I'm Magalie Moreau. Today, I'm testing the hammer.

Hi, I'm Magalie Moreau.

Today, I'm testing the ice pick.

I'm Magalie Moreau.

Today, I'm testing boiling water.

I kept this a secret for a long time.

Magalie... What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I used to say I was clumsy... to explain the marks and injuries.

Hi.

Hey!

Why don't you go out anymore?

Because of your illness?

No.

So, why?

I'm taking care of myself. That's all.

My parents say you're crazy.

Hey! Sorry to bother you.

Seriously, I'm sorry.

I'm a big fan of yours. I know all your videos.

My brother too.

- We just want to take a photo. - A photo each.

- We're good. - Yeah!

It'll only take a minute. And we'll leave. Promise.

Patrick!

Oh, no! She's calling that guy.

No, hey!

Don't call your bodyguard. We're not bad! It's OK!

Patrick!

What?

We're just taking a photo.

It's my break. What are you yelling about?

The two gypsies are here.

Is that all you have to do?

She's recovering. She needs rest.

Leave her alone. Respect others!

Shut up, we're free! We just want a photo!

We're not doing anything wrong!

You're pestering her.

- Then she shouldn't be famous. - Don't say that!

Hi. I'm Magalie Moreau.

Today, I'm testing the sewing machine.

What were you doing with all these little videos?

Did you sometimes screen them?

or was the pleasure in the making of them?

I kept them in a shoe-box.

And once a scene was filmed,

I wasn't interested in it anymore.

Like today. The images I film have no value.

Well, that's debatable.

You've built an empire with them.

I meant sentimental value.

Let's talk about commercial value. I was coming to that.

How did the process of professionalisation happen?

How did you move to the next level?

Professionalisation?

How do you manage to use such annoying words?

So, how did you move

from the little girl who secretly stored her videos in shoe-boxes...

to the rich and famous young woman you are today?

Madam Duchess, I'll keep it short...

Because I feel it's starting to get on my nerves.

At 16, I became a young adult.

A distant uncle gave me a smartphone for Christmas.

Camera, internet connection.

Then I signed up on all the forums, the platforms, the networks.

I invented this awesome username,

which you already know. Magaloche. [My French Kiss}

No need to explain why.

So there! Great!

From that point on, I started making lots of videos.

You know the rest.

30 views, 500 views, 100 million views.

Algorithms, monetisation, sponsors, blah blah blah, all that crap.

From then on, I started earning much more than my parents.

They kicked me out of the house because I was insolent.

And I moved into a house that was grander than theirs.

And I started making videos all day long.

So that was it.

I think we've covered everything. I've said it all.

We can stop now. Is that okay? Got what you want?

Well, no. We're not going to stop when things are going so well.

We're at where it gets interesting.

Excuse me?

Perhaps it's time for lunch break?

Whatever you want. Me, I...

Anything's fine with me.

It's funny...

I always imagined that journalists were ugly.

She's not bad.

Are you kidding? She's awful.

A witch!

Yeah...

The whole world is going to read her article.

That bitch will become famous, thanks to me.

It pisses me off.

- Watch out. - That's it!

OK. It's good.

It's good.

Hi, it's Magaloche.

I'm testing the baseball bat at high speed, my darlings.

Here we go!

Go.

There you go. Subscribe, bye!

Hi, it's Magaloche.

Today, I'm testing the monster truck for you.

Here we are. Let's go!

There you go.

Don't forget to subscribe. Kisses, bye!

It's Magaloche.

Today I'm testing the washing machine.

Go ahead.

There you go.

Don't forget to subscribe. Kisses, bye!

Hey!

A video is on tonight at midnight. Don't forget to watch it!

There's something that has intrigued me a lot.

You've adopted an extravagant standard of living,

very quickly, thanks to the success of your videos.

You own several properties around the world.

You supposedly bought an island in Polynesia when you turned 25.

I don't know if that's true.

What matters to me is understanding

why you continued to exploit yourself, since you no longer needed to.

Is it simply a basic addiction to money?

No, I've never had any ideas of ​​stopping.

According to the statistics available online,

you've posted more than 2,000 videos in total.

Which is colossal.

Do you confirm that?

I don't know. I haven't counted.

My videos never exceed 10 seconds.

So, if your statistics are correct, that would be...

20,000 seconds of footage.

In 15 years, that's not...

it's not crazy, it's okay.

Yes, seen that way, indeed.

For me, this number of videos tells another story.

I can't help but think about your body.

Excuse me? You're thinking about my body now?

You've intentionally injured yourself

more than 2,000 times in front of a camera.

Severely. All of this for the sole purpose

of creating short content for social media.

So what?

Haven't you ever felt worn out or sick of it?

Postmen deliver the mail every day.

Hi, it's Magaloche. Today, I'm testing fire for you.

And here we go, let's go.

We all do the same job our whole lives.

Over time, you could have questioned yourself.

Have you never wondered about the usefulness...

Forgive me...

the very relative usefulness of this activity?

- Your job is more useful, right? - Not at all.

I have doubts every day.

I don't know if people will read me.

Or if I'm offering anything beneficial to society.

Yes.

I have rent to pay every month

and I support my mother, who is very ill.

I have no other choice. Whereas you...

Oh, my poor dear!

Life is hard.

For you, it's not the same, as I see it.

And we're here to talk about you.

Not about me. Nobody cares about me.

That's true.

Why do you keep mistreating yourself

when you've been free to stop for so long?

Does your sick mother know

her daughter is blackmailing an artist to boost her own career?

Have you told her that?

Now that's very interesting.

You consider yourself an artist.

I'm going to ignore the rest and focus on that.

Is it for the love of art

that you continue to mutilate yourself?

No.

I use the word "artist,"

because my activity requires no effort from me.

Why do you continue, then?

There's no mutilation. My body's fine.

Nature is well-designed... It repairs itself perfectly.

Answer my question.

"Answer my question."?

"Answer my question!"

What makes you keep going? You don't need the money.

"Answer my question."

I'm starting to get fed up.

You could stop it all.

Live a normal life. Why do you continue?

- Oh, yes! - I'd like to understand. Answer me!

Maybe I do it because I hate myself.

And I want to kill myself.

That'd make a great headline for the article.

People will want to click on it.

I don't write that kind of article.

I'm doing very well.

I love myself.

I saw a therapist for three years.

I've sorted out all that crap.

Sorry, you're too late. There's nothing to find here.

I don't even understand what you're looking for.

It's almost philosophical.

I want to know what makes you tick.

I'm interested in it, and readers will be interested too.

The readers don't care.

No, I disagree.

You know our society?

People will read it, sitting on the toilet.

They'll have forgotten it by the time they flush.

You don't need money anymore. Why do you keep going?

How many times are you going to ask that?

I was on a train for 12 hours.

I'd like to find some substance to our conversation.

You could have easily avoided the trip.

And made a ton of money, instead of coming here

to ask me the same question 40 times.

It's a fundamental question.

Make an effort, try to answer it.

Why do you keep going?

Who knows if I'll continue? You know nothing.

Even if you stop tomorrow,

tell me what motivated you to make all those videos all those years.

Answer me and I'll leave you alone.

I promise.

What if there was no reason?

There must be a reason. There's always a reason.

No, "Madame Rational", sometimes there isn't one.

Do you know that the universe is mostly composed of empty space?

There's no reason for that.

I can quote you many other examples.

Why are you resisting?

Does it bother you a lot, to open up? Is it so difficult?

Yes, relatively difficult. I tell you but you don't listen.

I've don't think I've ever spent such a boring moment as this!

It's a shame not to get past this.

Use this moment to your advantage, instead of just enduring it.

You're afraid of any question which forces you to face the truth.

I'm not afraid for a second!

Your question is pointless.

Just like you and the job you do.

Your questions are pointless... like your face, and your sick mother.

You should let her die in her hospital bed.

Go to hell! I mean that!

Do you understand, or should I elaborate?

Very well.

Fine.

I know why I don't do interviews.

It's unbearable.

No, you're the one who's unbearable.

I wish you good luck for the future.

I tried.

I answered every question except one.

- That's it, we're even! - No, that's no good.

You didn't play fair. I'm sorry for you.

Scram, you witch!

You're not about to lecture me, are you?

Any idiot can answer stupid questions.

Why is it so complicated? Why are you so complicated?

I don't want to spend a lot of time talking about myself.

Nor delve into my rotten soul...

...to understand things I don't want to understand.

It bugs me.

Alright. Great. It pisses you off.

I don't know why I'm doing all this.

I don't know and I don't care!

- You'd rather go to jail? - Yeah!

I don't give a damn.

Let's get out of here!

I don't know how to open it, you big oaf!

I should never have agreed.

You're the one who was afraid of that miserable bitch.

May she drop dead with her sick mother!

Wait... What about me? Think about me? It's not just you.

Everything is such a bugger.

I can't take it anymore. What am I doing here?

I don't care. I'll go to jail.

Are you listening to me or what?

What about me? Did you think about me?

You'll go to jail too. With me. You deserve it, just like me!

Call to apologise.

Send her a text. "Sorry, I screwed up."

"Let's arrange another date." Be nice, make up for it.

I do what I want, okay?

I'm the one who decides.

And I want to be in my chalet, without anyone else.

Excuse me?

Yes.

So, give me the keys.

Go ahead, take your keys!

I'm warning you.

You'd better sort this out quickly!

- Here you are. - Thank you.

Okay, can we go now?

Go ahead, it's fine.

We can go now.

Oh yes, I forgot to tell you.

The paramedics are really running late.

- They'll be here in about an hour. - An hour?

Yeah, sorry. They're useless.

I'm not waiting an hour for them.

We have to, for the insurance.

I don't care. I'm not waiting here, it's crappy.

I'll pay if there's a problem. We're not waiting for them.

There. That's it... It's about 6 metres.

What do you think? Alright?

I don't know.

No, it doesn't seem high enough.

You can't see the danger. Looks fake. Go higher.

Okay, whatever you say.

Go on, higher.

OK.

Wait. Don't move.

Oh, no, not that! I hate this stuff.

But you have a...

It's annoying. Look!

See?

Yeah, okay.

Sorry, I won't do it again.

I'm not a doll.

It's just that it's windy. Your hair is sticking up...

Yes, but I don't care.

OK.

Oh, sorry, it's going.

There, that's 10 metres. I won't go any higher.

But I want it higher.

I'll talk to him.

Excuse me...

Can't you go up a little higher, please?

Just a little.

With the wind, it could damage my crane.

I'm not taking the risk. I won't go any higher, sorry.

He doesn't want to.

That's how it is.

I don't want my crane damaged. It's for me to decide!

Take it or leave it.

I can buy you 50 new cranes, don't worry.

Do what you're asked to do.

What difference will it make? Can I know?

I want it to be sensational. This won't be!

It'll break your legs, no matter the height.

I'm talking about staging, you idiot!

What do you know about it?

I don't give a damn about your staging...

Steven Spielberg!

I'm won't damage my equipment for your pretty eyes.

Who's Steven Spielberg?

A guy who used to make movies.

I'll go no higher. That's it.

You don't like it? I'm out of here.

You win. I'll double your price.

Entertain me, impress me. Send it up.

That's right, yes.

Does that suit you?

Think you can buy people?

Of course I can. Is that a problem?

Go to buggery!

I'll go no higher.

Is that okay with you? Is that clear enough?

Who is this guy?

You son-of-a-bitch grease-monkey! Go to hell!

Mag?

Mag!

Did I film it or not?

We have a big problem.

Oh, damn it.

I didn't film it?

Wendy is dead.

Who's Wendy?

The hairdresser.

She's dead, under the piano.

Oh really?

I'm sorry... it's terrible.

Shit!

No, you mustn't move. Stay like that.

Patrick.

How many times have I said we don't need a hairdresser?

You could've died. It's a miracle.

We're in deep trouble.

The paramedics are coming. We didn't follow the protocol.

It'll cost you a fortune.

I know how to handle it.

How?

Bury her.

Huh?

Yeah.

We'll say she was never here.

It's as simple as that.

I'm not going to jail over a hairdresser.

No, you won't go to jail. It was an accident.

Do you love me or not?

Of course, but...

Then we bury her.

You bury her.

Look where this is. It's like a desert.

Nobody will find her. Trust me.

Make this body disappear.

That's an order!

Do it.

But there's a witness.

That's nothing. I'll take care of it.

Mr Crane-driver!

Are you interested in pocketing €500,000 without doing anything?

Yes?

I'd like to apologise.

For what just happened. I'm really sorry.

You're not sorry. You don't know what that means.

Yes, I do...

I should never have behaved like that.

You don't deserve so much contempt.

I was awful.

I feel terrible about it.

You're out of touch with reality, that's your problem.

You no longer know how to communicate with others.

It's not your fault, I'm not judging. It's just a shame.

We could've done something good.

It's still possible. I'll make an effort.

Too late.

I catch a train first thing. I'm going home to see my mother.

You should have done it sooner.

You went too far, I'm sorry.

I'm not stupid.

You don't want to answer my questions,

you just want to save your own skin.

No.

No, really. All of this has made me...

think a lot.

I even fired my personal assistant.

He was a horribly toxic person.

It was him...

...who pushed me

to hide the truth.

You're manipulating me, it's pathetic.

Please, have mercy.

I really need to talk.

Forgive me.

We can meet at my chalet.

I'm alone.

How about that!

It's you who seems to want to sleep with me.

Not at all, I assure you.

It's because here...

we'll be in peace and quiet.

I'll say what's on my mind and you'll get a great interview.

Okay, forget it, it's not working.

I know that deep down you despise me.

I don't want to anymore. You're a horrible person.

You deserve everything that's going to happen to you.

Leave me alone.

The bitch!

We could have a story.

You're wearing a wedding ring, are you taking me for a fool?

Oh, my wife... Pff!

Forget it, I can't take it anymore. You have no idea.

You're drunk. Tomorrow, you'll feel differently.

Yeah!

It's beautiful! It's for you.

I feel sorry for you. But go ahead, come on.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Uh, I'm here to drop this off to a journalist friend, who's sleeping here.

The very nice journalist?

Yes.

"Very nice," yes.

Should we leave it for her in her room?

Well, she's a close friend. I'd like to give it to her myself.

What's the room number?

Yes... It's... room 31, on the third floor.

Through there.

Thank you.

Bye.

No mutilation. My body's fine.

Nature is well-designed, it repairs itself.

Answer my question.

"Answer my question."

"Answer my question."

What about you..."

Yes?

... no longer need money?

Yes?

Yes?

So, I'm horrible. Is that what you said?

- I'm sorry. - No, you shouldn't be.

You're right to think that. You have to say it. I'm horrible.

- No... - Oh, yes!

You know what? You are too, I'll have you know.

OK.

Yes, you know, that's human nature.

That's how it is.

We're two horrible living pieces of shit on this planet.

It's not my fault!

You're right.

Yes, that's true, I'm right.

Say you're horrible.

I'm horrible.

- Do you really think so? - Yes!

- Then say it again. - I'm horrible.

All right.

Now, we're going to play a game. Alright?

I'm the journalist.

I'll ask a question... and you have to answer it.

Pay close attention, because there's a catch.

Ready?

- You don't have to threaten me. - I'm the one who decides!

So, Simone...

Which of us is more horrible, in your opinion?

Please don't hurt me!

Answer!

Well...

Answer my question, Simone!

"Answer my question."

See how annoying it is to be interrogated?

It's annoying, yes.

So answer my question.

Who do you think's the worst, of the two of us?

I don't know, I...

But answer my question.

These are your last 10 seconds of existence.

Try to shine a little.

And tell me, who's the more horrible of the two of us?

Me.

No.

Wrong answer, Simone.

Yes. It's me.

I blackmailed you. I took advantage of a situation.

Shut up!

Listen to what I'm going to tell you.

I'm the worst one of us.

By a long long way.

Yes, I can guarantee it.

You're not even in the same league as me.

I'm a competitive lump of human garbage.

But at least I'm honest.

I don't pretend to be a good person.

I espouse all the horror within me.

I wallow in it all day long like a pig in shit. I love it.

See?

Yes, but you should have answered exactly that earlier.

That's an excellent answer to my question. It really is.

Because you continue to make your videos...

because you've decided to accept all the horror

that's inside you. It's very consistent.

Great answer. Don't get it. Don't care.

We could even resume the interview.

At this point, it would be great.

Oh, yes.

Well, yes.

That would be great.

Good idea.

But we should have thought of that before.

Huh? Before you die!

Hey, wait!

Excuse me.

But...

I...

Excuse me.

I...

I never do this, normally, I know it's awkward and all, but...

I just love your madness.

I've followed you for ages. I'm a huge, huge fan.

Would you mind a photo?

But... how do you know it's me?

Well, I recognised your beautiful eyes, of course, and your voice.

It's incredible to see you. I can't believe it.

So, may I?

OK.

Oh, great! Thank you, you're so kind!

Take off the hood. Let's see your braces.

My friends will never believe me otherwise. Sorry.

Oh, great! Perfect.

You're so beautiful, I can't believe it.

Thank you, it's great.

Magnificent.

Okay, watch out.

One...

two...

Really sorry.

Sorry.

But the idiot, the idiot,

the idiot, the idiot, the idiocy!

What?

I completely fucked up, Patrick.

I've fucked up, big time!

I wanted to fix the situation.

I created a situation 1,000 times worse.

You have to help me.

So, you're going to go, right now, you little worm.

Go to the hotel where Simone is staying, and see if there are any cameras, okay?

It's very important.

Well I'm not going to do any such thing.

I'm not getting involved in your messes anymore.

So, yes, I buried Wendy, okay.

It's true, I did it.

But it was your idea, wasn't it?

I'll go to jail for less time than you. And I don't give a damn.

Anyway...

I'm ready, I'm not afraid anymore, I've covered for you long enough.

Stop bothering me! Just leave me alone!

No, I'm not leaving you alone.

Who is Wendy?

Huh?

Who is Wendy?

A hairdresser.

You buried a hairdresser?

But it wasn't my idea.

You forgot your boots. Should I bring them down?

Oh, how stupid!

- Yes, thanks. - Don't move, I'm coming.

- Here. - Thank you, I...

I'm sorry.

Yes, good evening.

I've neutralised a bald man, about 40, who has buried a hairdresser.

Is this okay now?

Wait. Go ahead, it's fine.

Am I in?

Yes, go on!

You'll see, we'll get along great. You're gonna love me!

Hey, it's crazy. This place is amazing!

Wait...

Where are we?

How about this fancy chalet!

Hey, that's awesome!

It's crazy!

She's so hot!

Oh! My eyes are burning, just looking at her!

Did you see the size of those peaches?

Look! Look!

No kidding, wow! Did you see that?

It's fucking colossal!

It's just that the photo is big.

But I don't know... No way!

I'm practically in love.

Forget it.

Ah, look.

I even like the bands on her teeth.

Oh, no.

That's disgusting, though.

All the food gets stuck in there. It's gross.

- How do you know? - It's common knowledge.

I don't care. There's no food there!

If you kiss a girl with metal teeth, it's gross!

Come on, come on!

Thanks.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What's that, there?

Fuck!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Fuck, she seems terrified.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Damn it.

Poor girl.

What'll we do?

Comfort her? You crazy! We wait.

You really look like Dad, in the dark.

Huh?

I never noticed before. Wow!

What are you talking about?

You look like him, that's all.

I don't want to look like that piece of shit!

Well, you can't help it.

So stop looking at me!

What's she doing?

See her? What's she doing?

Stop asking questions.

Want me to hit you? Like Dad? Just shut up!

Hi.

I'm Magalie Moreau.

I don't believe it! She's making a video right now.

What?

I swear.

A video, live in front of us.

Hi.

I'm Magalie Moreau.

And today...

Are you sure?

She's filming herself, I tell you. Look!

- That's crazy! - You idiot!

Hey! I saw your silly scooter parked downstairs.

Do you think I'm stupid?

You've 10 seconds to get the hell out of here...

or I'll gouge your eyes out and make you eat them.

I kid you not!

Sorry. The door was open.

We weren't thinking.

We didn't steal anything, though.

We just wanted to look.

Yeah.

We're sorry.

Forgive us.

You don't want to film any more?

Are you okay? You don't look well.

Come on, what the hell, let's take the photo.

Yeah.

Great, thank you!

Thank you. Goodbye.

Hey, bye!

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