All language subtitles for [apreder]La_Consolation_TV(2017)DVB_track4_eng

Adapted from the novel
"La Consolation".

This film unveils personal,
subjective memories.

This testimony has never been and can
no longer be submitted to a court.

Hi.

- Alright?
- Yeah.

Hi, Flavie!

See you later?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry.

SEEKING COMFORT

I thought you'd be
at the party on Saturday.

I was knackered.

No big loss.

The music was rubbish.

By midnight, the champagne was over.
We had martini.

You ok, Flavie?

- What?
- I asked if you're OK.

Yes.

You're suddenly so pale.

Really?

I haven't been feeling well, lately,

since my grand-father died.

It's natural,
you were very close.

Yes, I guess you're right.

Come on, add some concealer
and don't scant on the blush.

Hey, Flavie.

There's a change
of placing of the guests.

We had a problem with the setting...

- Hold on, I'll be right back.
- We'll wait for you for the set up?

Flavie... Wake up.

You alright?

Yes, I... It must have been
a hypoglycemic attack.

- I'll call a doctor?
- No, the fresh air did me good.

- The show'll be starting.
- OK.

Hi everybody. Today on our show,
Stephane Dupre,

an expert of the media.

Yes.

Alright, sweetie?
It's mummy.

I'm happy to hear you.

All's well at dad's?

Oh, great!

All's well here, too.

I don't know.
Maybe. Yes, tomorrow.

OK. Let's do that.

Tight kisses, my love.

Plenty kisses. See you.

Hello, Bertrand?
You're still at the practice?

You must come right now.
I'm not well at all.

Evening.

What are you doing here?
Why didn't you wait at home?

I was feeling too bad.

What's wrong?

I've been having these crises
for weeks.

But now it's worse.

My heart's beating fast,
I find it hard to breathe...

Think it's a heart attack?

No, your lips are not blue.

- Your left arm hurts?
- My whole body does.

It's a panic attack.

OK.

Any idea why?

I'd like an appointment
with Dr Dufour.

It's as though an elephant
had put his leg on my chest.

Take some magnesium,
it'll do you good.

It's hard to describe...

Go on a horseradish diet.

...a ball
of anxious butterflies...

The X-rays show a difference
between the two hips.

That's it.

I tried everything.

Medically speaking, I'm alright.

All my tests are OK.
Am I going crazy?

No.

How can you be so sure?

A certain experience of madness.

I'd say you have been
under a lot of stress

since your grand-father died.

So it's normal?

I wouldn't say that, no.

- Can we do something?
- Yes.

What?

We'll search, we'll find,

and we'll repair
your emotional electricity meter.

I didn't try the electrician.

We say that humour

is the politeness of despair.

Can you bring me
photos of you as a child?

How would it help?

To identify your flashes.

You told me you don't have
many memories of your childhood.

I had a very normal childhood.

Nothing much.

Have you ever heard
of traumatic amnesia?

No.

The human brain is amazing.
It protects you.

It can stifle souvenirs
to protect you from danger,

but these traumas
are still there, deep within,

and they continue
their invisible, undermining work.

Right. Let's stop for today.

- Already?
- Yes.

She's pretty, she's charming

She's absolutely endearing

But women never know

When they say yes, it means no

She wants me to stop loving her

But I don't care,
I'll still love her

And I'll never forget
the pretty dress

Of the cute waitress

And I'll never forget
the pretty dress

Of the cute waitress.

It's a pity
you couldn't come to Cap d'Agde.

When you work,
you can't be on holiday all year.

Poor Isabelle, you must learn
to take a break.

I'm not mad,
it's a new speedster? A V8 engine?

My new Jaguar.

I spotted a straight road.
Let's go?

With pleasure.

Not today, Pierrot.

For once you're not playing soccer.
Stay with us.

- Plus, you've drunk!
- Almost nothing.

Give him some space, Pierrot.

That's what I'm doing.

Softer, Ghislaine.
I can't hear the race.

Come on, Gigi's right.
We'll go another time.

Woman disposes...

So, the holidays?

We had a wonderful time with Flavie.

Isn't it, honey?
Tell your aunt!

Patricia told me, you know.

She seemed really affected.

But Flavie had a real good time.

Wait, I'll show you.

It's a photo that might be worth
a lot of money.

It's David Hamilton, you know.

Saw his last ad?
He takes his models to Tahiti.

Isn't, Flavie?

I don't know what's wrong with her
since school's started.

Mum, want to see?

Oh! Look at that beautiful dolly.

Remember how
they'd graze your hair?

You say that every time.

Hey, Hippohorn!

You didn't tell me
you had another mare.

She's not mine.

- How do you like her?
- Terrific.

- She's got a problem with her leg.
- She hurt herself at a race.

She's a champion.

- What's her name?
- Naltina.

- You like her?
- Yes! She's got such a soft look.

She's yours.

- Mine? Just for me?
- Yes, just for you.

Thanks, grandpa!

She must do long distances,
to be able to race again.

You've grown so much
in the summer.

How did you like your holidays?

You're not very
talkative today, dolly.

And now a horse!

He wasn't like that with me.

He makes me laugh...

Unbelievable.

Saw Isabelle's face
when I spoke about Hamilton?

She was green with envy.

We have to admit.

Patou is more like Miss Blubber
than Miss Model.

And my brother's getting worse.

New car, new house.
He only talks about dough!

Try not to talk about
your trainer's bonus at table.

My mother gave me 500 francs,
but she almost didn't.

You should send them packing.

You're horrible.
Grandpa and grandma are kind!

Flavie... mind your own business,
once and for all.

It's a conversation
between grown-ups.

Can someone bring me the remnants?
It's in the booth.

Ok, I'll go.

You better stop that!

Why's he getting it?
It's Thomas who started.

I already told you
not to look at me that way.

What's that fringe?

It's OK.

We've got the means to go
to the hairdresser's? No.

Hey... Come on.

Alright.

It's fine like that.

Come and kiss me good night?

Go to sleep, I'm tired.

- Good night, daddy.
- Good night, Flavie.

The door, dammit!
Is that too hard to understand?

OK, it's alright.

Stand up to her, daddy.

If only you'd repaired it...

- You don't do a thing...
- In this house.

Come on, boys.

- Good night. Sleep well.
- Good night, daddy.

Good night, Thunder.

Good night, Apache.

Good night, Argentine.

- You've got 10 francs, for my lunch?
- You've got a tin of stew.

- Then give me 5 francs.
- You're going to booze?

Why can't I see my pals?
There's nothing wrong in it, eh?

- Who's doing all the work?
- I'm the one who's working, no?

Go ahead, say I'm doing nothing,

I'm a good for nothing.

You know very well
that's not what I think.

OK. There.

Thanks, darling. See you.

- And the tin of stew?
- I've got it!

I flipped through the album, but...

I don't know in what way
it's going to help.

We won't find anything in here.
I look happy on the photos.

You remember having been happy?

I don't remember much
of when I was a child.

We had a rather monotonous life.

- A banal family.
- "A banal family."

The last time you said "normal".

You know what I mean...

A classic thing, you know.

Thomas, the youngest,
was the favourite.

Benjamin always got smacks.

But he did a lot of stupid things.

And I...

What was your place?

First, I was the oldest.
The only girl.

My mother focused a lot on me.

I was my grand-father's pet.

I had everything I wanted.

Except...

some affection from my father.

But that's how it was,
back then, isn't it?

I don't know. You think so?

Smile!

Stand straight.

One more.

Super.

- I'm going for a swim.
- Wait for us, Benjamin.

What a fidget he is.
Can't you be like Thomas.

- The blue bag's in the room?
- Yes.

You're not a man yet!

Hi!

- Had a nice trip?
- Great!

OK, let go.

I didn't take the water.
And you?

We'll see later.
We're on holiday.

Not helping us?

- We've got garbage bags?
- No idea.

Saw how he looked at you?
He likes you.

He is charming.

I don't know.
He's a bit old.

Old? He's hardly 30.

Wait a few years
and you'll see if 30 is old.

Silly girl!

This girlie stroll's real nice.

Not a word to your father.

He wouldn't understand.

You know men.

Sit straight.
You're always so sloppy.

Straighten your back,
it's much prettier.

That painter's so classy!

Saw that, Flavie?

It'll be better in the mud.

Martine, look at the swimsuit.

Frozen in the 60s.
She thinks she's Bardot.

Don't miss that.

Some are very daring.

No, how can that be?
Such huge buttocks.

Oh, no... No!

OK. Well...

She must have hidden talents.

- Well hidden, then.
- Very well hidden.

Keep your stomach in.
It doesn't look pretty.

What a bad nature!
Can't say anything to her.

I swear, she's so hard.

What's wrong?

Your daughter again.
She gets hurt for nothing.

Even on holiday, miss pouts.

Don't put sand all over.
Heard me, Benjamin?

It's not me, it's Thomas
who brought in the sand.

As if I didn't know.

As though I didn't understand
what's going on...

Thinks I'm a fool.

Didn't you understand?

It started last year.

Of course.

But it can't be anything serious.

A quick shag.

They're all like that.

Your grand-father had it off
with almost all the women

who worked on the stud farm!

As my mother'd say: "It's with me
that he sleeps at night."

Watch your rod. You, too.

it's OK, now. There.

Take your camera.

Let's go.

- Can I come with you?
- OK, come.

Try to bring back something.

I'm not going shopping today.

Boys, stop messing about.

Think that's how
we're going to catch fish?

- Daddy... Daddy!
- Strike!

Go ahead! Strike!

Did you see?
Daddy's daughter.

A champion.

Go and get the camera.

She caught it without anyone's help.

Mummy!

We got it, Flavie. Put it
in the icebox. It's going to smell.

- Flavie, you've put on weight?
- You idiot.

Daddy, stop that.

It's for your good.
She gets huffed.

I was only joking.

- Want to look like a cow?
- No.

You'd better do something, then.

She must have put on 2 kg
during the holidays.

What about us!

How do you like it?
I got it just for you.

It looks like a flying saucer.

It's state-of-the-art technology.
Get on it.

48 kg and 600 g.
Just what I said.

Let's fix a goal.
What shall we say?

- 46
- 47.

You're terrible.
You do things by halves.

That's not how life is.
Believe me.

You can't even make one effort.

Flavie, do as you like,
but your ideal weight is 46 kg.

- OK, 46.
- There.

She got it!
Oh, you, I swear...

If you can't resist,
it's best you stay on your own.

I pinched one chip.

We set a goal. Stop pouting.

I'm not pouting.

- She's pouting again.
- I'm not!

Leave her alone. Come and eat,
it's getting cold.

- Who wants more chips?
- Me.

You're really too bad.

Stop it or I'll eat them all.

"Bad: not appropriate,

"faulty,
with an essential imperfection,

"of poor quality, worthless,

"poorly conceived,

"not working properly,

"causing harm, pain
or unwelcome consequences,

"failing to conform
to moral virtue, doing harm."

"Synonyms: "abominable,
disgusting, foul,

"appalling,

"vile, horrible,
ignoble, unbearable,

"inedible, awful, ugly, nasty."

Now, listen, Flavie,
stop your nonsense.

You can't have put on
500 g during the night.

- I can't understand.
- You've been eating quietly?

No. Maybe the scales are faulty.

At that price, it can't be.
Don't lie, Flavie.

Promise you've not eaten anything.

I promise you, mum, I've not
eaten anything, nothing at all,

I swear on your head.

I'm ready!

Think you're coming
to Codec with me?

- Yeah.
- Well, no.

- It'll make you think.
- I'll be careful. Please!

No, Flavie.
You're fat, you're ugly.

You'll end up being
a cashier agent.

I'm ashamed
to walk around with a cow.

Stay in your room.
It's the best place you could be.

What's wrong, sweetie?
What happened?

It's mummy. She doesn't want me
to go to Codec with her.

She says she's ashamed of me
because I'm ugly.

It's hard, but she's doing it
for your good.

So you give your all.

By saying I'm ugly?

You know how she is.

As your very pretty, she doesn't
want you to be conceited.

- She hates me.
- Of course not.

She loves you. Not the right way,
but she loves you.

Clean this up before she comes back.
She'll go mad again.

It's almost abusive.

That's exaggerating.

He was afraid of my mother, too.

I was talking about your mother.

It's true that
she ruled the roost at home.

We never knew what to expect.

We had to be in tune.

Ready to do anything
to make her smile.

My father first. And me next.

You've been pre-selected!
You're part of the 224!

Pre-selected?

For Miss OK! Magazine casting.
She didn't say anything?

No. Why?

Isn't it great?
I'm so proud of her.

We're going shopping.
See you!

- Bye, Ghislaine!
- "Gigi"! I told you.

I feel I'm being scolded.

- OK, Gigi.
- See you tomorrow.

Hey girls, you have to vote
for Flavie!

No, no, no...

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

We'd like something special
for a photo shoot.

- For Miss OK!. Ever heard?
- Of course.

My daughter's been selected.

- She's pretty.
- Yes.

- But not when she wakes up.
- Mum!

It's OK! Can't even joke.

- Will the contest be in Paris?
- Yes.

- It's a girls' outing.
- Great.

Just the two of us.

That looks good.

Perfect.

Let's try it on.

It looks too tight.
You comfortable?

- It's perfect. It will stretch.
- I can't close it.

You'll lose some more weight.

You'll cut the price for us?
To support this young girl?

Flavie, Miss OK! 88

Paris is quite something.

What do you say?

You don't like it?

You know what your problem will be?

- To choose only one man.
- "Only one man"?

With your soft heart
and all the suitors,

you'll find it hard
to choose just one man.

Remember that.
You'll think of me later.

And remember one thing:

you must be independent
and earn your own living.

- Don't make the same mistake as me.
- Promise you, mummy.

The view is breathtaking!

You know what the photographer said?

He said that Flavie
could go very far.

I know she mustn't get big-headed.

It's motivating
after all the efforts we made.

This evening?
We're dining at the hotel...

I've just stained my trousers.

Yes. I'll leave you.

I miss you, too.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I didn't say anything.

I didn't know how to tell her.

For once, she seemed happy
and was kind to daddy.

Each time

we were away from home,
she was happy.

Especially when men looked at you.

Yes.

Until then, I liked them
admiring me. Well, I think so.

You think so?

On this one, I was older.

It was the following year.
I was 15.

that's when it started
and became almost professional.

Turn around.

Great.

It's warm enough!

We must be careful.
We were in the red.

I took 500 francs from your savings
account to enjoy ourselves in Paris.

You can make a mask for your hair.
Don't put too much.

Don't forget your underarms.

It's terrible to have
moustache under the arms.

See, I'm doing it well.
It's not gone over.

The girls are moseying on
in Paris this week-end?

You've got our tickets?

My brother winced again

when I asked him
to lend us his flat.

He said he didn't know
if he'd be there or not.

Crazy, isn't it!

Knowing how much dough he has.

You can't change him now.
So don't bother.

I'd loved to borrow his Jag.

I'd have driven around,
like a prince...

- Forget it!
- For sure.

Boys!

This week-end
will really do me good.

I deserve it.
Right, Flavie?

I deserve it?

Yes, for sure.

It's amazing the effect
you have on them.

They're dropping like flies.

If you smiled more,
it would be a carnage.

- Flavie, listening to me?
- Yes, I am.

What's a carnage?

He's famous, isn't he?

- I don't know.
- Who's it?

- Who's it?
- I don't know.

Christian!

Go, go in front!

Come on, go!

He must let us in.

Talk to him.

You hurt me.

Careful, step back!

Step back!

- No problem, see?
- Yes.

I'm not feeling well,
I'm nauseous.

You always have to spoil everything.

Smile!

Eventually, we can't see it.

You saw?
The camera was on you.

Applaud!

- Mummy, I'm not feeling well.
- Stop your nonsense.

I'm feeling sick.

If I had your face
and you my intelligence...

Mummy, I promise...

Flavie, dammit.
Everybody's looking at us.

The more you grow,
the worse you're getting.

"The more you grow,
the worse you're getting."

I landed up in tacky bistros,

at the back of a sports car,
with a shady producer

and my mum in front, negotiating
a contract for a non-existent film.

She felt important
in those moments.

The worst part is that
she never accepted my success.

She wanted to have fun,
but she didn't want me to slip away.

Aren't you fed up
with the Champs-Elysees?

We could see other things:
the Eiffel tower, the Seine...

"The Seine"? It's just a river.
Plus, there's never anybody.

I need to see people, Flavie.

My life is
either the house or Codec.

What about Notre-Dame?
It's crowded.

There are only tourists!

Here, we could
come across celebrities.

Remember the last time,
Glenn Medeiros.

- We had good fun alright.
- Yes.

It's to see something else.

That's how we met that man,
slightly famous.

She had a crush on him and did
all she could to be invited out.

But he had a crush on me...

- How old was he?
- In his forties.

Sometimes,
I'd spend week-ends at his place.

- You had intercourse?
- Yes.

- At 15?
- Yes.

- You liked it?
- No.

Well, I don't know how to explain.

I didn't ask myself.

When I went there, I had no choice.
I let him do.

He was sad.
I didn't want to hurt him.

You know it was
corruption of a minor?

Back then, I didn't. But I do now
that I'm thinking about it.

Your mother knew it.

Yes.

Sorry to ask you this,
but were you a virgin?

No. I already had a boyfriend.

And when you went to meet this man,

you still had your boyfriend?

Yes, but he didn't know anything.

I loved him too much
to tell him things like that.

It was like another life.

That's him on the photo.

His name was Hari.
My first love.

So, young man,

ready for your ODE?

Let's say I'm OK for
the cross country and show jumping.

I'm worried about the dressage.
I'm not firm enough.

Ask my dolly for advice.

She did a good job with Naltina.

She'd hurt herself, you know.

Flavie helped her recover
with her grandpa's advice:

soft but firm.

Beware of the pussy.

Flavie, I need you.

- Ghislaine, no.
- What? You ashamed?

We don't talk about that
in front of the children.

Flavie's not a child anymore.

You didn't mind telling me
how daddy'd shag the stable girls.

It's not the same.

After your grandmother showers,
she does her personal hygiene,

with eau de Cologne.

That was long ago.
I don't do it now.

You agree it's horrible.

Er... Yes, it's really yucky.

It's odd to do that.

See, it's disgusting! Your
favourite grand-daughter says so.

You're nasty.
You've always been like that.

I hope you won't be
like your mother, dolly.

She'll get over it,
before I tell her off again.

You're sure?

- It's just a date.
- It's not just a date.

You know his age, his reputation.
You're in for it.

- You know how these guys are.
- Drop it! We love each other.

You love each other.
You only met him 2 weeks ago.

For souls nobly born

love doesn't await
the passing of years.

OK, Miss Poetry.
You're ready to go.

Sorry.

If you don't want to,
we can just kiss.

I don't know.

It's your first time, right?

- We don't have to.
- Yes, I know.

But I want to do it with you.

I'll miss you.

I can come and see you
and I'll write, too.

I'll answer you.

What sentimentalism...

I was like you at your age.
It will pass.

I don't like when the holidays end.

But I don't cry.

She's not crying over that,
but over Hari.

Who's that now?

- OK, see you later.
- Bye.

- Not happy?
- I thought it was Hari.

- Look who it is.
- I saw.

He remembers you.

Despite all the stars he meets.

It was the man
I'd mentioned earlier.

He said I was always on his mind.
He wanted to see me again.

Right. What do we do, then?

What's that?

You must answer him.

I wrote an answer.
It inspired me.

- Why are you writing for me?
- Oh, it's just an example.

It's up to you.
I'm just helping.

But where will I sleep
if I go for the week-end?

I won't let you go on your own.

You're not going just anywhere.

That's the absolute condition.
I even wrote it. Read.

He surely has a guest room.

It's to me that he wrote.
I can very well answer myself.

How surprising!

Madam wants to do it her way.

Well. You do it.

Answer him.

We'll see if he still finds you
so interesting.

I mustn't miss my train.

- So?
- It was nice.

He has a very sweet puppy.
His name's Phantom.

He's so funny.
He jumps on us.

He has very pointed teeth...

And how's his house?

Big, with a big garden too.

A living room with a huge sofa.

There's even the picture
we sent him.

There's a recording studio
in the basement.

And it smells of his perfume
everywhere.

Wow...

Do you realise how lucky you are?

Did you sleep with him?

Was it nice, at least?

"Each time you leave,
I'm torn apart

"You're in my thoughts, Flavie.

"Making love to you was
like two flowers blooming

"in the forest we both love."

Do you realise? This is something
that'll never happen to us.

Plus, he's not just anybody!

- Hi!
- How was it with Hari?

Great.

- Did your homework?
- No, I was about to.

Hari! What can I say?

He believes in horse riding.
What a future!

You should see his mother.

She's a visiting nurse,
a hippy who's still in the 70s...

Quite a story.

And the dogs.
It must stink in there!

When I drop her there, I think:

"What the hell
are we doing here?"

Hopefully she'll wake up.

He might be
your to-be son-in-law.

Oh no, don't say!

- Hello, Flavie.
- Hello. Hi.

- You alright?
- Yes, fine.

- I'm happy to meet you at last.
- Glad to meet you too.

- Congrats for your ODE.
- Thank you, madam.

I've got something to ask you.
They're too shy to talk to you.

Hari'd like to take Flavie
to see Mano Negra.

- What's that?
- A French group.

- I don't know. When is that?
- In 2 weeks, at the Olympia.

The Olympia! That's in Paris.

I can't let her go.

- They're both minors.
- Hari's 17 and a half.

- Mum, please say yes!
- You're kidding.

The concert finishes at what time?
Where will they sleep?

My big brother lives in Paris.
We'll go to his place.

I'm sceptical.
No, no, it's... Paris, at night...

The concert...
I'm a bit scared.

She's no city dweller.

You already let me go alone.

I understand. Flavie's only 15.

I don't want you to force you.

It's OK... She can go.

- Thanks, mum.
- Thank you, madam.

When she's made up her mind...

I can't refuse.

What?

Pogoing! Ever heard?

- You dance and bump into the others.
- It must hurt!

That's what's nice.

- And where did you sleep?
- At his brother's place, a squat.

- What's that?
- Basically, it's dirty,

and we all slept in the same room.

You need to get out of your cave!

My mother doesn't trust me.
You're lucky with yours.

Sometimes she's cool.

She takes you to Paris,
buys you clothes,

She's cool with your friends.

When my mum comes back from work,
she's knackered, she sulks.

- We're talking about our mums or...
- No, carry on.

This is perfect. Spring-like...

And you've got a nice ass now.

No doubt, it's perfect!

Perfect!

Mummy.

- Can I ask you something?
- Yes. Why all this fuss?

I'd like you
to stop opening my letters.

What's the matter?

It's not the right place or moment.

What are you up to?

My letters are private.

That's madness.

We're shopping for you
and you're talking about your mail?

You sure you're OK? Flavie!
Flavie, I'm talking to you.

What's up?

I wanted to tell you
that my mail is private.

OK. Alright, Flavie.
You are talented for sure.

You're good at spoiling
nice moments.

Thanks. Great.

Thank you.

You know what Christelle told me
this morning?

Know what, Flavie?
I don't give a damn.

It's little girl things.

Cope with your friend.
You don't need me.

Mum? Are you mad at me?

You're a pain, Flavie.

You're so self-centred!
It's all about you!

Think the world revolves around you?

You're not
the centre of the world!

You only think of yourself.

You think of me, sometimes?

Of course, I do. You know it.

Know what I wish for you, Flavie?

That you don't have
the same shitty life as I have.

I'm telling you,
although I shouldn't.

Sometimes, I'm so sick and tired
of this damn life,

I feel like blowing myself up.

Don't say that.

I want to die, Flavie.

I want to croak... Dammit.

Understand?
I want to die, you understand?

I shouldn't say that,

but I don't know
what I'd do without you.

You'll be OK, mum.

I'm here.

I've been coming for months,

but I don't know
where we're going.

I'm a bit discouraged.

- That's normal.
- It always is, eh.

Sorry.

Don't get discouraged
at this stage of the therapy.

I want to stop.

It's a classic emotional defence.

That means something's happening.

It's in those moments of doubt
that we must persevere.

You are far away.

He raped me.

Who are you talking about?

The photographer
who took this photo...

David Hamilton.

David Hamilton raped me.

How could I forget that?

I was 13...

My uncle had rented out a flat
in Cap d'Agde.

My mum and I didn't go
to Charente-Maritime

as usual.

She'd told me about David Hamilton.

Everyone knew he worked there.

Quite good, eh?

- Like the ice creams?
- Yes.

Freddy People's giving a concert,
tonight. Feel like going?

- Who's that?
- The girls know him.

Excuse me. Hello.
You alright?

- Having a good time?
- Yes.

I'm with David Hamilton.

He finds your girls very pretty.

He'd like to do some trials.

How about 2 pm, tomorrow?

- Fine by me.
- Great.

- Feel like going?
- Yes.

OK, then.

Thanks.

- Good day.
- Thanks.

Bye.

I was sure!

Imagine that?
David Hamilton...

He's a star!

It's a huge opportunity.

It's great. You have to
give your all, girls.

No wonder he comes here.
Only pretty teens.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Welcome. Come in.

It's nice. How long have you...

A few years.

Here's my wife, Gudrun.

Gudrun's never very far.
She'll be next door.

Oh... Alright.

You'll be around? Fine.

I don't need to stay, then.

- What time do I come back?
- In an hour.

That'll do.

I'll take some Polaroids.

Like that you can see
what we've done.

Oh, I almost forgot.
No nude photos, please.

Transparency, no problem.
It's OK if it's see-through.

- But no nude.
- Sure.

Don't worry, it'll all be OK.

Bye.

So, ever done photos?

No?

Now. This, we'll change.

Come.

Hold on. Which one?

Not this.

This is better.

Here. Put this on.

You can change here.

Keep your underwear.

That's perfect.

You're perfect. Come.

Let's stand just here. Stop. Fine.

Don't move.

OK.

Look at me.

That's pretty.

It's really very pretty.

No, don't smile.
I want a closed mouth.

Bend your head slightly.
Look at me.

OK, don't move.
Great. Stay there.

Stay there.

That's magic.

Let's move on
to serious matters, now.

Well...

- And me?
- We'll see about you later.

Don't move.

Bend your head slightly... Stop.

Great.

He's a world-famous photographer!

And it's you that he chose.

There's no comparison, anyway.

- So, the photos?
- Look.

Oh, I'm knackered.

Your uncle and his friends
took me to a group sex club.

That's not my stuff.

I stayed for an hour
and I got fed up. I was disgusted.

All those bodies upside down...
I came home.

By the way, Gudrun, his wife,

was she there during the shoot?

No. I saw her when you were there.
She disappeared after that.

Hello!

- Hello. How are you?
- Fine and you?

What time do I pick her up?

Come back in 2 hours and a half.

Bye.

Your turn.

Get undressed.

You OK?

Are you happy?

You'll see,
we'll take very nice pictures.

You've really got something special.

You know, I don't care
for these kinds of things.

It's not pretty under the dresses.

It doesn't go with the fabric.

Take it off, please.
We won't see a thing.

Otherwise that's all we'll see.

Yes, but...

Everyone's naked in Le Cap.
It doesn't matter.

It's pretty. It's very pretty.

I know you're going to smile.

What did I say!

But the top of the dress
is not very pretty.

Pinch your tits to see.
No, from the inside.

Fine.

Pinch real hard.

Very good.

That's very good.

Put the hat on, now.

Fine. Hold on. Like that.

With your hair at the back.

Look at me.

Button the dress, now.

Good.

A little higher.

There's this one or that one.
This is my favourite.

Oh, yes. This one.

It's for you.

And I'll sign it for you.

There.

I'm off.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- What time do I come back?
- Around 5:30 pm.

OK... We'll do
something different today.

Come.

Lie on the bed.

Like that, yes.
Put your head there. Perfect.

Put your arm like this.
Open your hand.

We'll put that there.

Fine.

I'll tell you a secret.

You know people know me
around the world.

They call this
the "hamiltonian blur".

Ever heard about it?

That's the secret.

You won't say anything.

Close your eyes.

Sleeping beauty.

OK. We'll try
without the dress, now.

Mummy.

Mummy!

Yes, what is it?

I need to ask you a question.

I wanted to know...
because you know...

I was wondering if, possibly,

you had talked to...

Just say things simply.
Come on. What's it?

How long
will the photo sessions last?

- You're fed up?
- It's not that, but...

- You're not happy?
- Yes, but...

We always do the same things.
I'm not allowed to smile.

It's the holidays.
It takes time. I'd rather...

OK, I get it. I get it.

I saw this coming, I swear.

Hardly a few days,
my lady fair's fed up.

I can't believe it!

Look, sweetie, I understand

you'd rather be
with your friends...

It only takes you
a couple of hours a day.

I understand your girlie things,
but, Flavie, that's how it is.

And it's a lesson to learn
or you'll be deceived later.

When you take on something,
go to the end of it.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- 5:30?
- OK, perfect.

Which dress do I wear?

We're going out, today.
It's nice to go out.

Come. Hurry.
We're going for a stroll.

I'll teach you something today.

We'll search for mouse.

Know what mouse is?

It's the prettiest thing
in the world.

Mouse... the little mouse of women.

I love the mouse.

I watch them and then take photos.

Look. That is an old one.

It's not very pretty.

But look at that one.

That's really very pretty.

And you, what kind
of mouse you like?

It's not hard to choose

with all these mouse on the beach.

Look around you.

They're everywhere!

So, tell me.

Which pretty little mouse
you'd take?

OK. I'm fed up.
I'm wasting my time.

I'm sorry, David.

I'm not too well, today.

It must be the heat or...

Yes, it's true, it's warm.

OK, come.
Let's go on the balcony.

No photos, today. We'll chat.

- Gudrun's not here?
- No.

See how comfortable you'll be here.

Go ahead.
Make yourself comfortable.

I don't think I should lie down.

Of course you should.

I'm sure you'll be just fine.

It's pretty.

I'm going to mouse you.

And you're gonna like it.

You'll see how nice it is.

All my models ask me for it.

They say: "David,
give me a shower, please."

They love the shower, you know.

Dry yourself.

I want to take a photo of you
before your mum comes.

- It was the last session.
- Really?

She worked really very well.

The road was long and painful
for Dolly and me

to find consolation.

It took us years
of support of analysis,

lonely nights,

immersed in a deafening silence,

battling against the anxiety
rising from the depths,

like the sharks surfacing
along the crashing waves.

I had to apologise to Dolly
for having let her down,

and for forgetting her
for so long,

because the law today

condemns children like her
to a life of silence

and releases criminals
from the weight of their ignominy.

It was to be expected,
I should have done it earlier,

awakened earlier...

It's called "prescription".
You're right, Dolly,

time does not erase the gravity
of what was done to you.

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