Original subtitles

Come on, let's go.

Quiet, please!

Camera!

One on one, second.

Clap!

Action!

The end of this story is astonishing.

As Juliette is preparing to die...

...our biology student, decides as an ultimate gesture of survival...

...to rub herself all over.

To lick everything around her so as to leave her DNA.

A brilliant idea, that led to the arrest of her attacker.

A fine example of clairvoyance and a happy ending...

...for this young woman of amazing courage and tenacity.

Cut!

Edouard?

Excuse me. Mr Perrin here is the cemetery curator.

I'm a great fan of the show.

Nice to meet you. Thanks for having us.

My pleasure.

But I absolutely have to show you something.

That's nice, but I need to get back to the show.

It'll be very quick.

I can assure you that it'll be worth it.

Well, let's go.

Great, this way.

Is it far?

No, at the top of the little hill.

Okay.

Follow me.

It's there.

I had it built at the beginning of the year.

It's a unique prototype...

...that I thought of from A to Z.

Oh yeah, really something.

With the matching tie...

Yes.

Very classy.

Its oxygen autonomy is 24 hours.

There's a cell phone and an alarm bell just in case.

In case of what?

In case I wake up.

Your show gave me this idea.

All those dead people coming back to life...

You know, in the end, you'll have to die anyway.

Help!

Help!

Help! I'm locked in.

Help me!

Help!

My God...

I can't believe it, it's so sudden.

A sudden death? It's not like her.

- Here. - Thanks.

It was Gloria, our cleaning lady, who called me.

- I was in Berlin for a concert. - Don't apologize.

I did it as quickly as possible.

I just warned our relatives and her agent.

Giovanna was a great singer.

Especially in the early 2000s.

That's why.

I can't believe she's dead, I can still hear her singing.

I hear something too.

You too?

I'll open the door.

It's going to be difficult.

Yes.

Rafa...

Ready to go.

Mike in place.

In her UV booth...

Mylene knows she only has a few minutes left to live.

The only way out of this, was to make him talk.

I asked him questions to find common ground.

But I said to myself...

Mylene, even if you're burning...

...as long as you talk to him, you're buying time.

Afterwards, I thought of Joan of Arc.

Well done!

Sweetie, this evening, we're going to see the new psychiatrist.

Marie-Cerise...

It was difficult to get this appointment.

He's seeing us outside his normal hours.

Make an effort...

Please.

Hey...

For your tax return... everything is good.

How did those idiots not know I was alive?

Apparently, it's not that rare... your metabolism "mimicked death".

That's what it says.

It would never have happened in Italy.

The French are so nonchalant... so incompetent.

What?

You want my photo?

It's not possible.

Give me your sunglasses.

Calm down, my love.

Just give me your sunglasses!

Imagine if someone saw me looking like this!

It'd be the end of my career.

I understand that you are going through a difficult time.

Tell me about this video in which you appear.

You can tell me anything that comes to mind.

Can I sit down?

Thank you.

How are you feeling today?

Is this your first attempt?

I see.

I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

Marie-Cerise?

So, did it go well?

She's not doing well, but in psychiatry...

...it takes time.

I can't understand.

She was so nice, so intelligent, so precocious.

A high IQ isn't always a gift.

As my Iranian grandmother used to say...

"God, if you don't make us rich, at least make us stupid...

"so we can enjoy life."

It's almost over.

It looks like wax.

- What exactly did she tell you? - Your agent?

That she'd already warned the press, but don't worry...

...an erratum will be published.

Doesn't everyone think I'm dead?

No, just the family,

- our loved ones. - But tomorrow?

With the media... it will be everyone.

Tomorrow, yes.

It will be a huge shock.

People will be upset.

And the tributes...

The opera will do something, that's for sure.

Don't think about it. You've experienced a major trauma.

You need sleep.

You're right.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day.

I'm going to have to answer media requests.

To explain my resurrection.

And my admirers.

And the family, your parents.

That's true.

The poor things.

I'll let you call them, with the good news.

I'm exhausted.

I need to recover.

By the way, you didn't tell me. How was Berlin?

The concert was cancelled, but it's alright.

I'm going to run myself a bath.

Yes.

Hello, boss.

You're lucky, I was about to close.

Short black?

A double.

Plus three more to take for my guys.

A long night ahead?

Yeah, I got two shitheads in custody.

What about you?

As usual... up early, going to bed late.

You still haven't taken it off?

I can't.

How long has it been, 3 or 4 years?

A bit over five.

I know... I should move on.

Not necessarily.

But while you're alive, you should live.

Dead, you'll have plenty of time to be sad.

When you're dead, it's over.

You can't be sure about that.

I do know that she... was the love of my life.

And that I won't find her again.

And someone else?

No.

Gluten-free toast.

Apricot jam.

As you like it.

May you live 100 years...

...like Signora Giovanna.

So... what?

Is she dead or not?

With all the care she takes of herself?

No, seriously.

- What will you do when you see her? - Nothing.

Mr Rafael called me, to tell me not to talk about it.

That woman is a jerk.

She's just showing off.

Like you.

Don't worry...

When I die, I'll be very dead.

If you keep going, you'll miss Mathilda's party.

Don't be late for school.

Yes, Mum.

And you, stop smoking.

It's my only pleasure.

Find another one.

I'm going.

Have a nice day, my dear.

What a pest your mother is.

Above all... keep quiet.

Madam must not be disturbed.

Okay?

Let's just act normally.

As if nothing happened, okay?

What if she asks me for them?

You say there is a strike.

A strike and that...

Good morning, my dear.

Good morning, my dear.

- Good morning, Gloria. - Good morning, Signora Giovanna.

I'm so hungry!

- I'll bring you breakfast. - Thank you.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes.

And the newspapers?

Where are the newspapers?

Eat something first.

- You've been through a rough time. - I know.

You want to spare me tribute articles, it's adorable.

But I want to see the newspapers.

Okay.

Am I nowhere?

You were pronounced dead yesterday.

Time to print the papers...

Yes, you're right.

I have to wait till tomorrow.

Have your breakfast. You need your strength.

Give me 'Le Parisien', I want to see my horoscope.

Are you okay?

"60 years"...

They wrote "60".

I just turned 59.

D O M M T O M

D O M M T O M...

With shiny lips like that, you, up there, you're gonna get laid.

Tac.

- Stay seated. - OK.

What are you reading now?

- 69. - Yesterday, you did make-up on 96.

When her husband saw her, he said, and I quote...

"My wife is made up like a whore."

Oh yeah, damn, that's right. But right now, "whore."

I applied myself, you would have thought I was a movie star.

So "whore"...

This isn't Cannes.

So, the family of 69 discovered their deceased without any embellishment.

It's definitely not...

- Okay, Badou, sit down! - OK.

Your trial period ends here.

- You can't... - You're not cut out for this job.

What am I going to do, then?

Think about retraining.

Great.

You can keep it.

Marie-Cerise, aren't you eating?

Come on, just a little, sweetie.

Excellent reflex from Francoise.

She knows her attacker's schedule

and can work out her escape.

I can't stress enough...

In case of panic, keep your cool.

As much as possible.

I stopped praying to God.

To gain the upper hand over him,

I absolutely had to not lose my cool.

I had to control all my emotions in order to have the best chance.

Are you okay, sweetie?

We're going to bed.

Good night, darling.

Shut up or I'll kill you!

Giovanna, it's 5am.

- You need to rest. - Nobody called me.

- No message, nothing! - People are discreet.

No, people are ungrateful.

- I'm forgotten. - Don't say that.

And besides, you don't call someone who just died.

It's been forever since they haven't called me.

They're not even interested in my death.

You're just hurting yourself.

I was a great soprano.

I was "THE" soprano.

And you saw her for the last time...

...last night, around 11pm.

Is that it?

Are you sure she's not at school?

At her age, she could have gone to see friends or run away.

Sir, we know her well. Something's happened to her.

I see.

Did you call her friends?

She doesn't have many, she's a rather lonely teenager.

Depressed. She hasn't been to school for 2 months.

Why not?

- She's tired. - Because of the video.

- It has to be related. - Not at all.

Since this video's circulated, she doesn't talk anymore.

It has to relate.

- And it's my fault. - I never said that.

For you, everything is a sin.

So, what about this video?

I'm really sorry, we reacted too quickly.

Afterwards, it was too late.

Everyone thinks I'm dead.

Yes, I know.

I'm not going to get over it.

It's beyond moral prejudice.

Let's not get carried away.

I'm not getting carried away...

I'm dead, remember.

What if we published a denial?

Let's go for a press release.

Are you sure?

Would you like us to write it together?

I've already had some ideas.

Like this.

"Icon of the opera.

"A unique artist, this Roman sang equally well...

"Rossini, Bellini, Donizetti or Mozart...

"or Dvorak.

"Her husband...

"the conductor Rafael Turina, rejoices...

"It's a chance to have her amongst us again".

"And to add, modestly...

"Opera can finally breathe.'

"The wave of joy caused by the soprano's awakening...

"raises hope for an imminent return to the stage.

"She herself says...

"I'm ready."

It can appear in the culture section, as an announcement of my return.

Yes... yes.

Why not?

But why so little enthusiasm?

Giovanna...

You've not been on stage in 15 years.

Let's be realistic.

See you tomorrow!

Hey there.

You smell good.

Thanks.

- You're not going to believe me. - What?

I got the bill from the caterer.

Your mother added that strange liqueur.

"For me and my friends!"

I'm not surprised by her, the naughty lady.

That's clear.

How did she get their contact information?

What do you think?

Mathilda!

One teenager wasn't enough, now I have two!

Well yeah, that's normal.

She wants to please her grandmother.

I'll tell Mathilda not to give in...

...to my mother's whims, anymore.

They have a very special relationship.

That's good.

That's great.

I'm very worried about her health.

She's having trouble breathing.

She's short of breath.

I hope she'll be at the party.

Don't worry about it.

This birthday keeps her alive.

That... and her cigarettes.

Don't worry...

Everything will be fine.

Lisa.

- Can't you guess? - Where are you?

I'm working in movies.

- Since when? - Today.

Since today, what's up?

Are you on a set?

Yes, and it's more fun to do makeup on the living.

You surprise me.

I'll leave you, it's my turn.

Wait.

- When can you do my hair? - We'll find a time. Bye.

- Wait. - Bye.

Hello. Fred.

That's for the eyebrows.

Schlac.

I'll just do the lips and we're good.

Is that good?

Oh, damn.

Yes!

Powder, eyelids, cheeks.

and for tomorrow I hope.

Go ahead, Badou, breathe.

It's going to be okay.

Hello.

One hour.

Well yes, actually...

I'm going to get a facelift.

But my dear, you're as beautiful as a Greek goddess.

You don't need it.

That's easy for you to say.

You're a man, you're younger and you're successful.

Have you ever seen someone do it and become more beautiful?

Maybe not prettier... but certainly younger.

Have you seen my agent?

Nobody knows her age and she's at least 90.

Agnes?

- Agnes, yes. - She looks like a dog!

Yes, but a dog without age.

I asked her how to contact her surgeon.

I thought you were pissed off with her.

She has to be useful for something.

For once, there's a field the French are competent in...

Did you see the card that Gloria left?

Yes, I saw it.

It's Mathilda's 15th birthday.

I know, I won't go.

But you love that kid very much.

You know how important it is for Gloria.

I know.

But I won't go.

Hello?

Thanks.

Gloria?

Madam?

Do you need anything?

Mum!

I've never had any luck!

First of all, my name is Marie-Cerise.

Why not Terebenthine?

Not even dogs want me as a friend.

I've been bitten 11 times in 17 years.

The only one who played with me was that idiot Marjorie.

She'd shit herself. No one wanted to go near her.

So we played together.

At 16, I'd never had a boyfriend... not a kiss.

Then there was Jean-Felix.

I was finally sleeping with a boy, and of course, he filmed everything.

The whole school saw the video. Everyone made fun of me.

I wanted to kill myself, but I couldn't even do that.

So, I went to the psychiatric hospital.

Sorry, I'm finishing.

When I was 11, that dumb Sister Cecile locked me in the cellar.

Shut up!

So, I had my first anxiety attacks.

I was alone, thinking about my life that has no meaning!

Mike! Mike!

I'm here.

It's gonna be okay, right?

It's gonna be okay, I tell you.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

He has all your strength in him.

My father is gay, actually.

My mother refuses to tell herself.

I don't know my father.

I know because... Ah!

Wait, I'm not done, damn it!

My father is gay, I'm sure of it.

I found some letters of my father's from the 80s from a certain Nicolas.

They saw each other for three years.

My mother must know, but she doesn't admit it to herself.

But my mother, with gays... she finds it disgusting.

I hate her, she's anti-everything.

I try to make art...

but she doesn't like it.

She tells me it's crap.

But I like it.

I just want to live.

She only thinks about status.

I hate her. Well, no, she's nice.

She helped me, it's true. She feeds me.

She helps me with my homework, but she's so annoying.

I don't know how to say it. She has nothing inside. She's empty.

And I'm putting up with her...

Mr Webster?

Can't see a thing.

- Yes, there's a hand. - No, it's an elbow.

I see a prick.

Sorry, it's unusable.

She almost killed herself for that?

Well, call me a horny teenager, but maybe he knows something.

- OK. - Come on, let's go.

So... an orange juice.

A tea.

Small toasts.

And...

A lemon espresso.

The famous one.

You need to try it... It wakes you up just the right amount.

Indeed!

My wife loved lemon.

You drink it every morning?

Ever since she died. It was her favourite drink.

I understand.

She died in her sleep.

That's lucky.

Maybe.

I wasn't there.

We always die alone.

The most important thing is to live surrounded.

That's tragic.

She's an opera singer. She was mistakenly declared dead.

She can't get over it.

Everyone has forgotten her.

Grieving over your illusions is the worst thing.

Anything else?

Thanks, but I have an appointment.

Finish your espresso.

After the scan, you'll go see the doctor.

- OK. - Come on, let's go.

Are you ready, Mr Emmard?

Yes.

You're going to fill your lungs and hold your breath.

Here we go.

You can breathe.

Mum?

I have problems that you don't understand.

- Hello, Mr Emmard. - We love your show.

Me?

That's right, religion. It's a lot of wars.

I don't like it at all. What are you doing?

No, wait, I'm not finished. I have a lot to tell you.

No, I had a lot to say, I was on a good roll.

Actually, every time I talk about the things on my mind...

...we're leaving, right?

I went to four shrinks, a psychiatric hospital...

...so that in the end, no one listened to me.

But come back, oh! He's crying.

Are you there?

No, because I can finally talk to you.

It's pretty crazy. I think it's the atmosphere.

It's very empty and it helps me talk about myself.

I don't need anyone to talk to me. I actually need to talk to myself.

It's true that it seems a little weird and self-centred...

...but it's still nice to be able to open up.

Are you there or not?

Do you remember when you used to sing me an aria...

...to help me fall asleep?

I loved it.

I spent my days waiting for that moment.

My darling.

Would you like to sing me something?

Nothing would make me happier.

I can't anymore.

I don't want to anymore.

Fuck it, I love him.

His accent, when he speaks French, is candy for my ears.

"Hello. I'm listening."

Tighter braid.

We have the same vibe.

Just because you love him...

...doesn't mean he loves you.

- Why say that? - I love Brad Pitt, but he...

You don't know how he looks at me.

He has a son, you idiot.

And love at first sight?

Badou, he's not gay.

That doesn't mean a thing. You don't know.

According to the saying...

"Only the knife knows the pumpkin."

Keep still!

You know, friendship is beautiful too.

Cheeky.

Before, she never had more than one drink.

Now, she's having them one after the other.

With medication, too.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I assure you that coming home at night to find her drunk...

...is worse than anything.

I wish I were in your place to have problems with my wife.

That would mean she was alive.

Sorry.

That was thoughtless. I truly apologise.

No, it's alright.

It's for me to apologise.

Everything's fine.

Please...

Next time she comes over, don't serve her alcohol.

A lemon espresso for table 6!

Excuse me.

Yes, of course.

- Give it to me. - Why?

Nothing.

Thank you.

Dolores...

Stop!

I'll take advantage before Gloria gets here.

Otherwise, she'll tell me off.

I don't know who she gets it from.

Her father?

Not at all.

My Carlos was a good person, not a scold.

Otherwise I wouldn't have followed him to Colombia...

...and left my beloved Andalusia.

My mother couldn't stand him...

...and I can't stand Fernando.

History repeats itself.

Look how beautiful my mother was.

Look.

Oh yeah, very pretty!

She gave me everything.

She looks like Mathilda, doesn't she?

Mathilda looks like her.

Unbelievable!

Gloria digs Colombians.

Too bad.

Hello.

Hello, my dear.

It stinks.

How's the dress coming along?

What were you talking about?

Nothing in particular.

Nothing at all.

Let me guess.

Men, as usual.

So, my father or my husband?

No, your grandmother.

She didn't like my husband...

...like I like yours.

I was hoping for a better match for you.

Better than what?

For me, he's the best.

He's kind, hard-working, faithful.

You have to have the means, to be unfaithful.

That's naughty!

Anyone can be unfaithful.

She's so happy with her Colombian Jackie Chan...

So small...

He's not all small.

That's the key to the secret.

Mum...

You were told to stop smoking. Stub it out.

Okay, I'll stub it out.

Don't worry... I made a deal with God.

Smoking all the time.

Mme Giovanna, Mr Rafael.

Thank you for being here.

You are beautiful.

Thank you, Sir.

- Magnificent. - Thank you, Madam.

For Mathilda.

It wasn't necessary.

Yes, it was necessary.

Mathilda? Mme Giovanna and Mr Rafael are here.

- Thank you for coming. - Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Congratulations on Fenelon. It's a prestigious high school.

Thank you very much.

Come, let's take a photo.

- We can't see anything. - Yes, yes, look.

Oh, my goodness.

- Who's that? - A girl from Zola High School.

Marie-Cerise.

Leave a comment.

Go ahead.

Look.

It's time.

My dear.

Come on, go ahead.

How pretty she is.

A beauty.

- Do you remember turning 15? - Yes.

The beautiful shoes.

Look at this.

Very beautiful.

Oh, my God.

A princess.

So beautiful.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Madam, are you okay?

- I don't understand Spanish. - Come on, Madam, get up.

What do you mean?

They declared me dead.

Are you, Giovanna... my daughter's boss?

Who was very dead and then, not dead at all?

It's great you're alive, Madam.

I'm alive, but nobody cares!

What?

And then, I'm really old.

No, look how beautiful you are. You're magnificent, Madam.

Even I'm not old.

We'll be old when we are dead.

And then, I feel all alone.

What do you mean, alone?

Not at all, calm down.

You have a husband.

Very handsome and friendly.

He dances very badly, but he loves you.

He adores you, Madam.

I'm the one who's alone.

I haven't touched a testicle in a century.

That's what being alone is like.

Go celebrate life with your husband.

- You're right. - Yes, I'm always right.

Come on, I've things to do... I have to talk to the Almighty.

I was dying to smoke.

Life is unfair.

Anyway.

Well, now it's our turn.

Carlos... never there when you need him.

Well...

I was supposed to die after the girl's 15th birthday.

If I die here, I'll traumatize her.

So, I'll offer you a deal.

A 3-year postponement, no more.

That way she'll be at college...

...and she'll miss me less.

What do you think?

I promise to stop everything, smoking and alcohol.

At least one of the two.

Tobacco...?

No, alcohol!

What do you think?

I also wanted to ask you...

...for another husband for my daughter.

I don't like this one.

What do you think?

If you don't agree, send me a sign.

I'm waiting.

Good.

Thank you very much. Truly.

Cheers!

Mike, whenever you want.

My darling.

Ah, you're there?

In the end, my relationship with men is quite complicated.

Fucking pain in the arse.

You know this has been my dream since forever.

When do you want me to start?

I'm really hungry.

You're just in time, sit down.

Would you pass me the jam?

Thank you.

Is there a seat left for your premiere?

I'd like to come.

For you, always, my darling.

He's about 1.75 m, 1.80 m.

His face, I've never seen it, but it's brown.

The hair on his forearms was light and dense. Note.

He has well-manicured nails.

It was strange this mix of hairiness and femininity.

He has a problem with sexuality.

- Like any sadist. - A problem with what?

Sexuality.

Masturbating while watching blood flow is a thing for abused children.

Look at the State Orphan file.

Look at the State Orphan file.

Otherwise, he was wearing a new pair of black Levi's 501...

...bought for the occasion.

He has to change them for each victim.

Like a ritual.

I watched every episode of "Horror in Ile-de-France"...

so I put my DNA everywhere.

In his car, in his house...

You said:

"He didn't smell of anything, neither sweat nor perfume."

No perfume either. He's a very careful man.

But I brought you something important.

The hood he put on me. It must have his DNA.

Okay.

This is evidence.

We're going to take a little break.

Well no, we have to hurry because he'll strike again.

Strike again?

Yes.

Okay.

Well, shall we go?

This must be your cab.

Fuck, it's Mike!

- Can I help you? - Yes.

- How am I? - Magnificent.

Go... your car's waiting.

See you later.

See you later, amore mio.

Oh really?

Okay.

I've never done it.

Rafa!

Rafael...!

Is there a doctor here?

Hello, boss.

How are you? A double?

Gladly.

A hard night?

You could say that.

I read that you were stopping your show, is that true?

Yeah.

You have to know when to stop.

You've changed something.

No, why?

I find you changed.

I know...

You washed your hair.

As always.

Sometimes your hair is a little greasy.

Is that true?

- Do you think so? - Yes. You look better now.

Nothing is more elegant than a clean and well-groomed man.

Is it for a special occasion?

I have a date.

Wonderful.

That's on me.

Thank you. In honour of what?

In honour...

...of life.

You're right.

To life!

Cheers.

Gloria, you know, Mathilda's birthday party...

There was this music that Rafael danced to.

Can you tell me what it is?

I'll ask Fernando.

Thank you.

I think he would've liked that it came back to you.

To your husband.

Thank you.

I didn't have time to tell him again how much I loved him.

He knew it, Mme Giovanna.

He knew it.

Dear friends.

For this last one, I will not speak of horror, but of beauty.

Especially, the one that we find on every street corner, here, in Paris.

We've criss-crossed this city without seeing all its splendour.

I've spoken so much about death to you, that I want to speak to you about life.

Life, after all...

...is the sum of chances that save us each day from death.

Where else in the world other than Paris can offer so many opportunities?

Paris is love, poetry, sweetness.

Sitting on a bench on the banks of the Seine.

Having a coffee on a terrace, watching time go by.

You have only one duty in life, that of being happy.

We're all going to die, of course, but, in the end...

...we only have two things left:

Our style...

...and our dignity.

We'll never know if it's in broad daylight

or if it was at night it was born

on the island of Saint-Louis

The angel or the demon who has no name

and that we call today, "the Air of Paris"

Perhaps he came on a street corner

Like a lost child?

The Air of Paris

Or up there in the sky, passing with a beat of wings

Did it come down to us

The Air of Paris?

You, you arrived, two thousand years later

I found you simply

without looking for you

In front of a cafe creme, in the pale morning light

I told you "I love you", remember

We were there

Two shadows that life had brought together

in the heart of Paris

Deep asleep

we loved each other with love and since that day

all our past has changed into the future.

We will never know if it is in broad daylight

or if it was at night it was born

the Air of Paris

We will never know if the same day

love was born with him

on the Ile Saint-Louis

We will never know if the air of Paris

carries within it all the love of the world entire

Since he gave it to us, what's the point of searching

What's the point of knowing what we'll never know

We'll never know

Subtitles by FatPlank for KG