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No. That's not it.

Watch me carefully. Take a deep breath, smile,

and imagine you're on stage,

applauded by 3,000 people.

Begin again. I'll sing along,

and this time you'll be fantastic.

How do you think we'll do?

I'm so happy to sing, I don't care about it.

You're not just coming for me now?

- I never came just for you! - Yeah, right!

In any case, tonight you really sang!

I could feel it.

I'll drop you off?

No, I'll walk awhile. Thanks.

You OK?

It's Fred, right? He hasn't written?

No!

He must be back from vacation. Did you try to call?

What did you expect, Isa?

You know the type!

You don't take many risks with guys!

Because guys do?

Go on,

forget it, Isa, he's not worth worrying about.

Be careful!

ALIVE

Excuse me, where is the Champs-Elysees?

It's not in this area, you go...

Help!

Shut up!

Keep still! We're gonna gang bang you.

- What is this? - Yeah...

That's enough, she's a kid.

You just shouldn't have come, then.

- I could be your sister. - Shut up!

- Stop! - You grabbed her too.

What're you playing at?

She's getting away!

Slut doesn't even give me a hard-on.

It'll be OK.

Don't worry, darling.

Please don't cry!

I'm going to come.

You coming yet?

We're not gonna stay all night.

Don't cry!

It'll be OK.

Throw her out.

- Not here, there's nothing. - Throw her out!

Please!

Wake up!

Please help me!

I was attacked.

Please, they're here, I can tell! I'm afraid!

I was raped!

Oh my god, it's them, it's them!

Come on, get in.

Where do I take you?

Paris...

Oh, shit!

My camera!

There were 4 of them, you're alone,

touch me, you're dead.

"What makes life bearable, he said, is the idea that we can leave it."

To the question

"did writing save you?"

Cioran answered: "Writing is the savior, to write

is to heal."

Suicide holds the same virtue.

Life ceases to be a nightmare when one says:

"I can kill myself when I want to."

Reflect upon it. See you tomorrow.

You eating with us?

Are you OK?

We're not having lunch alone?

I wanted you to meet my partner!

Hi! Paul.

You OK?

Did you learn lots of stuff?

You'll tell me about it?

Your school isn't very cheerful.

- What are you studying? - Philosophy.

Paul deals with clients, me the messengers.

In Paris, everyone needs couriers.

We're bidding for an office near Bastille.

Maybe your printing house can use us?

What do you think?

You don't want to work with Dad?

No.

It's got nothing to do with that. We get along,

I just want to start my own business.

It's better if I'm not around, anyway.

Why?

No reason.

I'm proud of you!

Can you lend us your scooter?

- It was stolen. - Shit!

Did you report it?

- There are worse things! - What do you mean?

Worse than a stolen scooter.

Well, sure, but report it.

What for?

For the insurance, jesus. It was almost new!

Sometimes I don't get you.

I'm going to pay.

You're in printing?

No, in graphics.

He's saying that to annoy me.

I hope you're honest, because I adore my brother.

They teach you to bite in school?

Your brother's a friend, and I'm honest!

Let's get going?

I'm quitting school.

Why?

I'm fed up, that's all.

- I don't think Mom would've liked that. - Only she's dead.

You're a pain. Come on, let's go.

I'm scared!

Claire. I wanted to thank you...

Why?

I might not have been able to do it without your work!

Thank you, that's nice.

Enough thanking each other!

We work together and barely know each other.

So?

I want to get to know you.

No, really, we spend hours on my photos,

and I don't know what you think.

You're not a machine!

Maybe I am...

Am I bothering you?

You can tell, eh?

What exactly do you expect?

You want to invite me to dinner?

To thank me, is that it?

You want to screw me, right?

Why me?

I want to curl up in your lap...

Mommy...

It's just my granddaughter's things.

I can put them away,

if they bother you...

We can put them up there.

But I don't want them in my room.

No, it's OK.

Your brother said it was for 2 or 3 months, is that it?

I've never rented...

- 2,500 francs, is that all right? - That's fine.

Well then, I'll leave you.

Was it good?

You're very beautiful.

I'm pretty?

No, very pretty!

Another vodka?

You got it!

What?

Nothing,

I just wanted to see you, that's all.

That's all?

I want you to hold me,

I want you to love me.

Wait for me tonight?

She's gone with the kids on vacation.

You drank a lot tonight!

It's pretty here.

A nice change from cellars and alleys.

You seemed to like them!

Why use that thing?

No, please, Bruno!

Please.

But there's only you.

I forgot to take my pill.

Another man's making love to you?

I want to make love with you...

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

I'm sleeping.

Did you ever want to kill someone?

No!

What're you talking about?

To survive, could you?

Sure. I'd kill to save my hide!

Even if the fear of dying kept you from killing?

Wait, I don't get this... did someone hurt you?

No, it's no big deal!

Yes! A guy in the club?

It was a long time ago. Somewhere.

But tell me anyway, I'm interested!

You never talk about yourself!

What's going on?

Sorry!

Fred,

take me out for dinner!

I was going to call!

How's Isa? You still take singing lessons?

Yeah, she's doing great!

She read me all your letters,

you know how girls are.

So I didn't write. I needed time.

That's what she said.

- I'm not the right guy for her. - That's bright.

Isa's really unhappy.

I never promised her anything!

I know, that's guys for you!

Bastard!

Do something!

What do you want to do?

They're going to kill him!

Just get in!

And for you, princess?

Could I get a sandwich?

Well, Cantal, Swiss, Camembert, blue, Comte or Reblochon?

- Goat cheese? - Mind your manners.

You're here?

You don't tell me my daughter's here?

- I wanted to tell you...that... - What?

You're quitting school? I know.

And Marty's business.

I don't have anything to say.

What do you want to do? Deliveries?

Huh?

That's your future?

No, photography is.

I don't know...

I haven't seen any of it.

I wouldn't come to you...

Who then? Your mother, right?

Dad...

- I need a car... - Use mine!

No, for me, for every day!

A car at your age? What for?

A scooter's fine!

You coming for lunch Sunday with Marty?

It's for the coke.

She pisses me off!

Yes, Claire? What's going on?

I dropped school. I've no money.

I'm in a meeting!

- Will you help me? - I can't hire you full-time, not now.

- OK, ciao. - Don't drop out of school.

Asshole.

You live across the street?

How did you guess?

Gin and tonic...

You didn't come for me.

He's struggling.

I knew it...

You're not going to leave him there like that?

You feel sorry for him?

No, not really...

You know the type?

By heart...

Excuse me?

We were just talking about you.

She's a joker.

Yeah.

I'd call you lucky.

Claire...

- Marie... - Fred...

- Hello, Fred. - Pleased to meet you, Marie.

I have to go see my brother at Noctambule, you coming?

I'll run an errand first.

You don't want to come?

No.

Thank you...

Another, innkeeper!

Magnificent, I love it!

I promise you honey of the hand that touches you.

I promise you the sky above your bed,

the flowers and lace so your nights are sweet,

I promise you the key to the secrets of my soul.

Give it your all, buddy!

I promise you fire,

instead of weapons

And never farewells, just goodbyes

I believe it like the earth, I believe it like the sun

I believe it like a child,

like believing in heaven

I believe it like your skin, and your arms holding me

I promise you something different from the others

I need so much to keep believing

I promise you days as blue as your veins

I promise you nights red as your dreams

Incandescent hours and white minutes

Carefree seconds to the rhythm of your hips

I promise you my arms to hold your fears

I promise you my hands for you to kiss

I promise you my eyes if you cannot see

I promise you to be happy when you've no more hope

I believe it like the earth, I believe it like the sun

I believe it like a child, like believing in heaven

I believe it like your skin, your arms that hold me

I'd like to go dancing but...

He sings well, eh?

Not bad.

- You'd look good in a jacket like that. - Thanks.

Don't be mean.

- To your health. - Cheers.

Where you going?

- To a club. - You can come.

What kind of club?

Come on, Marty.

What kind of club?

You're really young to have a daughter?

- You had her really young. - What?

You had her young?

We're going to Dibbouk. Come on.

Christ, I don't like that guy!

He could have said hello.

Go fast!

Put your helmet on.

Cut it out!

- You have a problem? - Yes, I do.

- Let me go! - What is this? Come with me.

- Come on! - Let me go!

- Come with me, got it? - Go play with your scooters!

You're disgusting!

Come with me, understand?

What...what...what.

What do you want?

- Same thing as the other guys. - I don't understand.

You're a hot lay, I know it.

You're not so cocky when you're alone!

What's going on?

You were here and didn't hear anything?

Why didn't you yell?

Why didn't you call us?

I yelled!

This guy falls into a ravine

and as he falls, he grabs onto a root,

and rocks fall on him,

and they're hitting his face and body, a real landslide,

and at that moment he cries "God, where are You?", and God answers:

"You must have faith, my son."

And rocks keep falling, and he's dripping with blood,

and he says: "Isn't there someone else?"

You sulking?

No.

An awful thing happened to my friend.

Lost her cat?

- You know her? - Sure!

Mother Michel lost her cat!

She yells out the window to get it back!

Father Lustucru

answered to that

No, Mother Michel.

You haven't lost your cat!

Singing tra la la la, singing tra la la.

Singing tra derid dera and tra la la.

Who is it?

It's me, Isa.

Shit.

I kept calling but you never answer.

Even this morning, I got worried.

Do you mind if I make myself some coffee...

What time is it?

3 o'clock.

You know what day it is?

How's school?

You care? Apparently you no longer come.

Sick of you all.

Thank you!

No problem.

Come sing, at least! We'll never be ready in time.

I don't want to sing.

You'll be ready, that's all that matters, right?

Test negative

- What's going on with you? - I'm taking some time off...

Stop. Don't fake it...not with me.

What do you want? To talk about Fred?

Yeah, your ex-boyfriend. Gimme a towel.

And your questions bore me.

Brush your teeth, you reek!

You're like them, disgusting!

Only you're surprised about it.

Hope his screwing's improved.

Thanks to me.

Why did I even come?

Somebody die?

It's your sister, she said awful things to me.

You know she loves to do that!

Are you blind, or what?

Come on, open up!

Isa was in tears, you know.

She'll pee less!

Stop hurting yourself like this!

Is this about your boyfriend?

Is it about him?

That guy's a clown!

Is it Dad?

It's Dad!

Tell me!

Let me know, if it's Dad, I'll fix things.

Listen Claire, I'll start my business, make money, and take care of you.

OK?

Talk to me, damn it!

You want to go crazy, that it? Look!

Let's go together. You want to jump? Let's go.

No? Answer me!

That's enough.

Listen, I know you're hiding something from me!

So tell me.

Tell me!

Worry about Marion instead.

She won't see me.

If this keeps up, I'll go whoring!

Me too!

You'll go whoring?

I'll go to married men,

it's the same thing!

This was to buy the scooters, but

take it, and the two of us will go away, OK?

Why are you so nice?

I'm sorry, you can't help.

Come here...

What's the matter?

Why do you love me so much?

And leave me alone,

what's this about,

why are you so worried about me?

Oh, I get it,

you're doing this for Dad!

Calm down, Claire, what is wrong?

- Go away... - Talk to me!

You used to tell me everything! What's the matter?

It's me! What are you doing?

I need for you to leave.

Go away.

What's the matter with you? Damn it, tell me so I can...

Go away!

Go away!

Here you go, I brought your daughter!

For once we're together, we'll have a nice wine.

You're doing all right?

You know I don't drink!

She's fine, she's in fine form!

Let's open it up.

We don't have to talk about big issues because we're here.

Thanks.

I just wanted to know how you were.

Fine, I don't go to school, no more work,

I go out, I have fun. I'm alive, it feels good.

What about you Dad? You have news to tell?

Do I...

Uh, no...well, no, I dunno.

- No, I don't know. - OK, to your health!

What about me?

You drink now?

It's a party, then.

You know, Dad...

There's a black sheep in every family.

It's survival of the species.

And you have Marty!

Do you want vegetables?

No, thank you.

I'd like some.

Get in!

You coming?

You think I was there by chance?

I don't think anything.

I'll tell you what I wish someone had told me:

"You're a beautiful person,

don't destroy yourself."

We've all done things we wished we hadn't,

seen things we'd rather forget.

But that doesn't mean you're a bad person!

My daughter is dead.

Raging meningitis.

I couldn't cope.

I had...

I had a nervous breakdown,

with alcohol, medication, everything...

My husband left me.

I guess he couldn't do anything else.

- You don't have another child? - Yes.

Yes. A son.

He's 15 now.

But you see him, don't you?

No.

Not much.

I think he's very angry at me.

Come whenever you want.

It's 2 hours from Paris.

Here, come here...

I don't know.

I'm not used to being taken care of.

As you like!

I'll be there tonight.

Take my raincoat.

Will you tell your daughter about us?

I did it, I told her.

And?

And she doesn't want to see you.

Really?

No, not really! I didn't say anything, I can't.

She doesn't care. She's not interested, I can't.

Where are you going like that?

What's she doing here?

Go ahead - shot.

No, not that. I'll be calm.

Your father is here.

Where?

He's in the waiting room.

I don't want to see him.

But you were calling him all night.

So?

He can't see me like this...

Are you sure?

This is a joke...

She said that and then you left!

The psychiatrist told me to go! I felt like a dog!

She's in shock. Thought you'd be mad.

I've never yelled at her!

- I always trusted her. - Trust!

So why didn't you knock on her door, why'd you run away?

She was a little girl when Mom died!

You acted as if nothing had happened!

I did what I could. Think I'm some bastard?... Move!

- Watch what you're doing! - I'm working!

You're working, go ahead, work!

I know what you'll say,

but you're not the one in the hospital.

What are you mad about?

You think you're some perfect father?

She scares you.

That's what it is.

She just scares you.

Give me your car keys.

I don't want to release her.

Listen, doctor, sign the papers and we're going.

OK?

- I'm not dead then? - Oh, no, you're not dead.

I didn't want to die for good.

I just wanted to rest,

a little bit!

Dad's gonna miss his car!

Remember when Mom brought us here?

No?

Yes, I was 10.

She had a long red dress that dragged on the ground...

She was beautiful.

Do you remember that?

It was nice out.

- It was raining! - No, it was nice.

No, it was raining!

- No, it was nice. - It was raining...

You always tell things the way you like!

You think I like you as a sister?

Stop! Cut it out!

- You can't do that. - Yes I can!

Cheater!

Cheater!

- Where're we going? - Home!

Wait.

There was a number on your arm, I called it.

What?

- Did you talk to Marie? - Yes.

- Does she know? - Yes.

It's close by.

When did you call?

From the hospital.

I didn't mention it because I was afraid you'd say no...

- Shall we go? - I dunno...

We'll leave if you feel uncomfortable.

If not, she said we could spend the night.

- What about work? - Paul's there.

He can manage alone.

I'll go back tomorrow,

should we go then?

OK.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The beach was nice.

I have sheets, Marty!

Don't go to any trouble for one night.

Where can I wash my hands?

Second door down the hall, on the right.

Thank you.

- Everything OK? - Everything's OK.

Did you find it?

Yes, don't you worry!

- No. - I'm OK.

Thank you.

Here.

Thank you.

It looks good.

Happy birthday, my angel.

What is it?

Sorry it's late, but

things have been a little hectic.

And this goes with it.

You're totally crazy.

We don't get a kiss?

Leave her!

Did I wake you?

No, I never sleep very much...

You look beautiful!

Thank you...

How did it happen?

I think I fell asleep smoking!

That's stupid.

You were very lucky.

Yeah, I know.

Raymond thinks we should work on the video together.

What about you?

I don't know.

Well, why not?

What is this video?

A montage of images for a rock concert...

A model has to be done.

- A lot of people are in on it. - That's good.

- They know what they want? - No, not at all.

It's all up to us.

I want to try...

I want to do it.

I know I'll have lots of ideas.

OK.

OK! We'll try it out.

Come in!

Come on!

Did you listen to the album?

Yes, I liked it a lot.

I love the singer's voice.

Did it give you some ideas?

I dreamt about it last night.

I work a lot at night...

when I don't drink...

- Did you bring your photos? - Yes.

Is this your eye?

You're trembling.

You're beautiful.

You don't want to?

No.

Come on.

I'll bring you home.

Thank you.

You like custard tart?

I don't know,

I've never tried it.

You're missing out.

It's voluptuous.

Go ahead, I'm watching you.

Told you she'd come!

- He says you don't care! - Not true.

Seen the sign? Isn't it great?

Great!

Look how pretty you are!

- Isn't she pretty? - I agree.

You're getting prettier and prettier!

My photos with Louis...

- They said yes! - I knew it!

Come here!

I'm proud of you!

- A kiss? - Easy!

I knew it.

Excellent.

When you look at me like that...

Come.

"I was almost 16 when I met a young girl my age,

Simone,

at the beach at X.

Distantly related, our relationship developed quickly.

3 days after we had met,

Simone and I were alone in her villa...

She was wearing a black smock,

with a starched collar.

I began to realize that she shared my anxiety,

even greater this day she appeared naked beneath her smock.

Her black silk stockings came above her knees.

I hadn't yet been able to see her ass.

I imagined that by merely lifting her smock,

I would see her naked bottom.

A saucer of milk for the cat was in the hall.

Saucers are to lap in, said Simone.

Dare me? Shall I lap in the saucer?

I'll bet you don't dare to,

I said, breathless.

It was hot.

Simone placed the saucer on a bench,

and watching me intently, sat, dipping her bottom in the milk.

I didn't move, but trembled, blood rising to my head,

as she looked at my penis stretching my pants.

I sat at her feet.

She didn't move. For the first time, I saw her pink flesh

dipping into the white milk.

We remained motionless for a long time, both red-faced."

I'm not ready yet.

We have time...

He's single?

I dunno...

You didn't ask him?

No, you know me.

You falling in love?

I don't know...

You know what you'll do?

Invite him here, and I'll question him.

No, you're crazy.

I won't be able to...

How long did this take you?

Why?

I don't know, it's not great.

It's botched.

You're not trying.

I'm sure you can do better!

- Claire, it's garbage! - Hold on.

You're kidding...

What do you expect?

See you tomorrow...

- You're not singing like that? - I'm not singing.

- Why are you here, then? - For you...to see you.

Why don't you sing?

Come on, enter the competition...

No, wait...

listen...

I'm sorry, Isa.

Stop! I like it better when we fight!

Next,

number 33.

If you're not present, Claire,

it can't happen...

wait...

listen to me...

It's not your body.

It's beautiful,

it's there.

But if you're not here in your head,

I'm not going to touch your body...

You have such a gentle voice.

Why can't I stop thinking of you?

Trust me!

Now, you're mine...

I want everything.

When I have a finger in your ass, you're mine,

entirely. I want everything, hear?

I want to see you lose yourself,

to forget everything,

and give me everything.

You stop breathing.

You don't move. You're mine.

You're mine entirely, and nothing else matters.

And no one will ever love you as much as that.

I had the profound feeling

of being carried,

my body rocked in pleasure...

He showed me a boundless world.

I owed him my life,

and the taste of the sublime.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I was waiting for you!

- You were waiting for me? - Yeah.

For the past few days.

You want a whiskey?

Your mother used to bring you to school,

I'd say, "I'll bring the little darling".

You would look at your Mom proudly, saying:

"I'm his little darling".

Your mother smiled...

Why don't you ever talk about Mom?

Maybe you're too much like her.

You know,

I always thought that if a father

didn't love his daughter,

she'd never work things out with men.

Why, you think I don't love you?

I don't know.

All I know is that when Mom died,

you didn't notice me.

When I was scared at night,

you wouldn't look under the bed!

It was Marty who stayed with me!

I lost everything when she died!

I thought we'd always be together,

and then she died!

She's dead.

She's dead, yes,

but not us!

That's enough, Claire.

You know what I've done?

I worked constantly to give you things.

All those dresses you only wore once...

Did you ever ask how I felt?

I put up with your sullenness,

your whims, your breakups, running away...

I wish you were dead,

and not Mom!

Yeah, me too.

You can be mad that I didn't see you grow up.

I did everything alone, understand?

What was I for you?

Be quiet!

I'm sorry.

I was so scared when they called.

Like with your mother. I couldn't breathe.

And then I came to see you...

Go ahead, whine...

I need a father who defends me.

Who helps me out when I'm hit...

Hit?

8 months ago,

I was coming home to the dorms.

There were 4 of them.

They must have followed me.

They had a car.

I threw the scooter, tried to get away...

And they raped me.

I don't want pity.

I didn't say anything, I wanted to manage on my own...

I didn't tell you because I couldn't trust anymore...

I was ashamed...

I was afraid you'd never be able to look at me again.

I never thought you could suffer so,

and for so long.

I want to hear words

that could console me forever.

I want...

I want the words to erase it all.

Dad,

I'm scared of men...

Did you report it?

No...

We're going to...

- Are you sure? - Yes.

The worst is that we needed a crisis to talk.

Are you dating someone?

I don't know.

I feel as if

I gave so much of myself to everyone,

there's nothing left for me...

And, uh...

Christine...

what do you think of her?

If Mom agrees!