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My name is Lancelot Rubinstein.

My wife died that day,

at this very moment.

Her name was Irina.

The weirdest thing about it all

is discovering the person
you lived with once...

is dead.

HER SECRET LIFE

I was born here, in Camerone.

Before meeting Irina,

I quietly cultivated
a parallel existence.

An unsteady and precarious world...

one in which things appeared
and disappeared at will.

Elisabeth, there's...

a monkey on the neighbours' balcony.

It's a cat, Lancelot.

This is Elisabeth,

my first wife.

At her side
I devoted myself to solitude,

as others might do sport
or grow bonsai.

It was a most nice way to live.

Slightly withdrawn from things,
deliberately unchanging.

A quiet detachment.

Like Paul Verlaine, I often had
a strange and pervasive dream

about a strange woman

whom I loved and who loved me.

Asshole!

You dick!

This delicate, perfectly shaped shoe

quite simply shattered my life.

Shut up, will you?

Shut up!

Beat it. Go on, beat it, now!

What?

I came about the shoe.

It fell onto the sidewalk.

Well...

after hitting me on the head first.

Only it seemed to...
fall from your window.

I'm sorry. I wanted to apologise.

I was looking at a treasure.

My name is Irina Iniesta.

Mine is Lancelot Rubinstein.

Lancelot?

My God, that's crushing!

That's the exact word
I've been looking for all these years.

Can I walk with you awhile?

I'm leaving you, Irina.

My name isn't Irina.

Yes... well, I...

I hope your Irina has fun.

- You bit me.
- I'm sorry.

Eat me again.

Excuse me?

Eat me again.

What had happened?

I was no longer myself.

How far was I ready to go

in pursuit of a very real
and dangerous dream?

The melting ice is driving

the polar bear
from its hunting grounds.

All the way.

I had to finish this.

You were sleeping.

Come on, I made you some tea.

I'm leaving you, Lancelot.

I understand.

I don't blame you.

I'm sorry.

No, it's my fault, I was clumsy.

After 10 years of marriage,
it's been a while since I...

Fucked?

That's not it, it was good.

Perfect even.

I just got a call.

I'm needed on an Arctic shoot.

Fucked... yes, that's it.

A wolf ate the cameraman.

I'm his replacement.
I leave tonight.

Something wrong?

You're really taking this guy's place?

Yes. But I'm a careful woman.

It's my job.

I understand.

Tomorrow I start...

a biography of Paul Verlaine,

so I know all about high-risk jobs.

I can wait for you.

I should hope so.

- On one condition.
- Yes?

Lose the first name.

Why not Paul?

It's simple, concise.

I'll call you Paul.

With Irina gone, I suddenly had

a huge void in my life.

A whole life to seal my coffin

and maintain my tomb.

Then Irina came back

and it all started to slowly drift...

towards a strange world.

At first, living with Irina
could have seemed like torture.

I had no other option
than to remain with her

just to feel alive.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I'm here.

I dance...

have fun.

Are you jealous?

Well, I'm not what you'd call
a man of the world.

You're attractive.

That's dangerous, right?

Don't say a word, you know it.

Everyone's had my ass, Paul.

I know.

I also know that you place
so little value on your body...

that men make only
temporary use of it.

When I climax, I have visions.

Earlier I saw Stetsons.

A bunch of guys wearing Stetsons.

Don't you ever see things?

Let's leave.

I'm sick of Camerone.

Can't you feel it stifling us?

Go where?

Somewhere quiet, beside the sea.

Way down south, to Catano.

It's where I spent
my last vacation as a kid

before my parents died.

I don't know Catano.

You'll love it.

I like swimming.

You're a conciliatory man,
Mr. Rubinstein.

I'm not a conciliatory man.

What would you have done?

I was in heaven.

I had her all to myself.

Far from the world, away from others.

It would last for three years.

Are you asleep?

No, I'm looking at you.

Get dressed, we'll be late.

I honestly thought our life
could go on forever.

Irina was flying out,
as she often did.

I'll be back in a week.

Be good.

Thinking back to that day,

I wonder whether there
was a sign or a special light.

In the Arctic regions,

the polar bear is at home.

For many years,

the degradation of its environment

and the melting of the ice caps

has been threatening
the species' survival.

Researchers claim
it will be extinct by 2050.

Hello?

Is this Mr. Lancelot Rubinstein?

Yes, it's me.

Milena police.

Yes?

It's about your wife.

- My wife?
- You're married?

Yes... Absolutely, I have a wife.

Come immediately to Lake Okomo.

Lake Okomo?

But... it's not possible,
it can't be my wife.

I took her to the airport
this morning.

Is her name Irina Rubinstein?

Yes.
That's right, Irina Rubinstein.

Then I suggest you come right away.

Mr. Rubinstein?

Yes, I'm on my way.

Hi, it was me who called.

Hello.

Inspector Schneider.

Hello, ma'am.

There must be some mistake,
my wife was on a plane,

I don't know this car.

My wife died tonight.

I felt the world
suddenly switched off.

Mr. Rubinstein!

Paul...

Paul?

What do you mean by that?

My mother called me Lancelot
but Irina calls me Paul.

Mr. Rubinstein...

This accident business
is very strange.

Abruptly leaving
a nice road like that.

Don't you think?

They're doing an autopsy.

I can't help thinking
it might be painful for her.

I see.

Mr. Rubinstein...

What do you think of carbamates?

Buspirone? Benzodiazepines?

Well, I...

I fully agree.

I don't trust anti-anxiety drugs.

Any of them!

I live by a simple rule.

Everything is rotten.

Food,

drinks, the air you breathe,

the drugs you take.

Which is why...

I offer you a little miracle.

These pills are made
entirely from herbal medicines.

Obviously you can't buy them.

But they will alleviate
your obsessions.

I have obsessions?

If you want my opinion...

take one right away.

It will help you.

- Hello.
- Rubinstein?

Yes.

How do you do? Paco Iniesta.

I'm Irina's father.

I'll come in so we can talk.

But Irina said you were dead.

That doesn't surprise me.

I bet she gave me a violent death.

Car crash.

Less twisted than I thought.

I haven't seen her in 15 years,

I read about her death in the papers.

Strange that she lied to me about you.

It's unsettling to read
that your daughter is dead.

Do you... know this country?

Yes, I came a long time ago.

Too hot.

My wife and I are based in the north.

Ah, yes, the north is good.

For a base.

I wanted to meet you.

Yes, of course.

I was just...

Would you care for tea?

I was just making some.

Maybe gin?

Gin?
That would be in Irina's cupboard.

I'll see if there's any left.

Adorable girl, Irina.

She went to mass...

She loved to draw:

Jesus, the Apostles, Mary Magdalene.

A pious girl.

When she was 15,
things went downhill.

She started to have the fire...
You know, down there.

I even caught her at it one time.
In our bed.

She ran away with some
beanpole ten years her senior.

A real hard-on merchant.
Not even she could keep up.

Didn't she tell you?

No.
She didn't tell me much at all.

Two months later, she was off again.

Irina was the anti-virgin.

All those men...

I don't know how she coped.

Kept falling for idiots.

Apes, invertebrates...

What about the cops?

Excuse me?

They must be investigating.

Yes... I guess so.

Look...

I don't want to seem rude, but...

I'm very tired.

Fine.
So will you bury her or cremate her?

I'll give you directions to my hotel.

Hotel de Lacan.

Just along the coast. Room 14.

Thank you.

Would I be right in thinking...

you don't want to know why she died?

I just wish she hadn't.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

INSPECTOR SCHNEIDER

Why did you bring me here?

This is my idea of paradise.

We could have gone
to my office but I get sick of it.

I keep moving.

I spend my life in my car.

I'm a driven cop.

Feeling better?

Was your wife cheating on you?

I'm not a jealous man.

That's not what I asked.

Stop it!

So you've never seen the car
your wife was found in?

- No.
- The licence plates are fake.

Maybe you could
help us find the owner.

Is that my job?

It's your wife, Mr. Rubinstein.

She supposedly lost control,

maybe fell asleep at the wheel.

It happens.

Much less common
is what the autopsy revealed.

Poison in the stomach.

Was your wife on any medication?

Not to my knowledge.

We'll run some tests
to check out the poison.

Care for some water?

No, thanks.

I'd like to go back now.

Mr. Rubinstein.

You realise that your attitude
may seem odd to a cop?

Yes.

Did your wife have any family?
Parents?

Do you have children?

Irina had a special love for children.

At first she never wanted any.

The reasons
for this were to do with...

groundwater pollution,

the rise of fascism
and the disappearance of pangolins.

So we didn't have any children.

You'd have liked a family, right?

Hi.

My father is sick.
Can I stay with you?

Sure, go in. Help yourself.

There are animations,
crayons, cakes...

You know her?

Tralala, the neighbour's daughter.

Tralala?

Pretty, isn't it? Her nickname.

The whore in the Selby Jr. novel.

It's what her dad calls her.

You know her father?

Sure, he's our neighbour.

I know the man who lives
500 metres away.

I'll go check on him.

Can you keep an eye on the kid?

"Be good, my skin."

You've been gone for five hours.

I gave him a bath, we chatted.

Then we fucked like savages,
all over the house.

Never seen such a sexy guy.

Irresistible. A real beast.

Hung like a horse!
Shall we go, Tralala, honey?

A kiss for Paul?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Kurt Bayer, the neighbour.

Tralala's father?

Yes. I brought this,
as thanks for the invitation.

Invitation?

Hi. Feeling better?

I'm Lancelot Rubinstein.

Glad to know you.

I have a corkscrew.

- Proofreader.
- Sorry?

I'm a proofreader for a publisher.

What does that entail?

It involves deciding

whether Carettochelys
has one L or two.

Shit. I don't like turtles.

How about you?

Mostly I'm in shit.

I do day jobs. I was a thanatologist.

Right now I'm cleaning up
second homes.

You do housework?

Tralala's mother killed herself
six months ago.

Fucked us over.

Yeah.

You know, with the kid...

Yeah.

- A drink?
- No.

You ought to.

Enjoy life, it's long.

Our girls seem to be getting along.

Excuse me.

It suits you, you know.

I know where you're going with this.

Forget it.

Tralala came over a lot.

She'd sit on the floor
and play with her hands.

Sometimes Irina showed her
her documentaries.

They would have long conversations.

Then one day...

they didn't have anything.

They left this morning.

Who did?

He said it would upset Tralala
to say goodbye.

Read it.

He's moving to Camerone

to set up a cleaning business.

"Tralala Nettoyage".

Sorry, I was asleep.

No, it's my fault, I didn't call.

I was just passing, so...

Marie Marie, from Central Real Estate.

- Marie?
- Marie Marie.

I know, it's absurd.

I had unimaginative parents.

You get used to it.

I understand.

I'll just slip on something...

But do come in.
You can keep your shoes on.

I-- I read about
the accident in the paper.

It's a little delicate.

Yeah, it's a very popular newspaper.

I wanted to offer my condolences.

I can imagine what it's like.

What can I do for you?

It's probably a bad moment

but I wondered what your
plans were for the house.

I think I'll keep it.

Good.

That's great news.
A wise decision, Mr. Rubinstein.

Meaning you stay on course.
It's important to stay on course.

So we can say
you still plan on buying?

Buying what?

The house your wife has been visiting.

The house my wife has been visiting?

I don't want to rush you

but your wife seemed so interested.

It's a good size for a large family.

How awful for your children!
Aren't they here?

Forgive me,
I shouldn't have called on you.

No need to apologise.

Yes, my children... three of them.

They're at my mother's.

Of course.

It can't be easy for them.

No, they were very shocked.

I'm sure your wife told you
the house is perfect.

And as she seemed keen to buy it,

I was wondering if,
despite everything...

- you might...
- Buy it anyway?

Right.

She loved the basement.

She planned to soundproof it

for your musician son.

Ah, yes. He's talented.

Very talented.

Hopefully one day
he can make a career of it.

I wish I could play an instrument.

He started like everyone else:
on the recorder.

He gets it from his mother.

Here's what we'll do.

Take me to see the house

and I'll give you a quick answer.

- How does that sound?
- Fine.

What, now?

Yes, I need some... fresh air.

Yes, good. Of course.

Excellent idea.
Only it's 40km away.

Anyway, let's go.

I assure you the house...
It's gone.

Demolished.
Really, vanished into thin air.

Okay, I'll call you back.

My boss is flabbergasted.

What's the world coming to?

- So I won't be buying it.
- Of course not.

I loved fucking my wife.

Before her it was
as if I'd boxed up my dick

and stored it in an icebox.

Irina said you shouldn't forget
any part of yourself.

Forgive me, that was extremely rude.

No, don't apologise.

It's me... I'm clumsy.

Are they called iceboxes?

Can I do anything for you,
Mr. Rubinstein?

Tell me the owner's name.

Mr. Romero.

- Don't know him.
- Me neither.

He seldom came.

Just for a week occasionally.

I doubt he'll come again.

"Ethanol grenade."

"Soda plus diesel-type gasoline."

"One part soda..."

"Molotov cocktail."

"One bottle of beer,
220ml of alcohol, 100ml of oil."

"Drenched linen..."

"Napalm."

Fine, fine.
Okay, Irina, that's just fine.

Hello.

Hotel de Lacan?

- Yes. Hello.
- Hello.

Room 14, please.

Okay, sir.

Thank you.

- Yes?
- Rubinstein.

Yes.

Can you prove
that you're Irina's father?

Tomorrow 10 am, by the lake.

- By the lake?
- Yes.

Okay.

Irina travelled.

Where did she go?

What was she doing?

I was blind, and played it well.

All the preservatives in food

stop you from decomposing
when you're dead.

It's always the same
when you get back from a trip.

"They're all crazy,
they want to kill us."

These conspiracy theories
are very strange.

Nothing is serious to you.

That's not what I said.

What I think is serious,

even supposing there is a conspiracy,

is that it has but one target:

me.

I realise that all too often,
half a world away,

the animal kingdom
keeps stealing my wife.

Where are you going?

To kill a mosquito out of spite.

Wait for me.

Wait for me!

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I've decided to devote
the time I have left to joy.

Not that I should
be blind to everything.

If there is a conspiracy...

it isn't Irina Iniesta's battle.

Rubinstein.

What?

Irina Rubinstein.

Let's get married, Paul.

Irina was a firefly.

A roasted firefly.

A slight cooking noise
and the light went out forever.

What remains of my Irina
in her little metal box?

Thank you.

Trying to fish her out?

Supposing you tell me

everything you know.

You're not Irina's father.

There's my ID card.

Eight years later she ran off
with a hospital worker

who stole medical supplies.

No way!

He copped two years.

Irina went to jail?

No, I found her a lawyer.

She was acquitted.

She didn't tell you any of this?

Didn't she trust you?

Apparently not.

What do the police say?

They think she led a double life.

My daughter had a lover?

I don't know.

I'm not surprised.

You don't seem to know anything.

Well, I'll be off.

- Can I keep them?
- No.

Why tell me all this, asshole?

Fuck you.

Shut up.

Fucking bastard!

Fat fuck!

Well, I'll be off.

So you said.

I was just wondering

if you could give me
the number of this Romero,

the owner of the demolished house.

No, I can't, Mr. Rubinstein.

Confidential information, you see.

I could lose my job.

These are exceptional circumstances,
don't you think?

Really, I can't.

I see.

Mr. Rubinstein?

It's me.

Would you be free for lunch?

I could pick you up.

I know a small place
on the Amarra road.

Serves the best meat in the area.

Care to join me?

Meat?

Yes, that sounds great.

You won't be disappointed.

The view is unforgettable.

I'm so sorry.

I assure you, it's usually splendid.

You can see the Atavies Mountains.

Behind is Pachard's amphitheatre.

And just there...

Soliles Peak.

Ah yes.

I thought it would be higher.

I hate to say it
but it's good to laugh.

You're a very attractive man,
Mr. Rubinstein.

It's dangerous.

I'm not conciliatory.

No... yes, of course.

No, that's not what I meant.

That's not at all what I said.

Anyway...

let's not talk about it.

The first time I met Irina,

I thought that...

if I'd been a woman,
I'd have wanted to be her.

Yes... I can imagine.

It's a rather dark view of love,
don't you think?

You're attractive
but a little unsettling.

Maybe there's a link.

I had too much to drink.

Excuse me, I need to freshen up.

IRINA RUBINSTEIN, MARRIED, 3 CHILDREN.

HOUSE OWNER CONTACT NUMBER...

ALEXANDRE ROMERO, CEO.

Hello?

Mr. Rubinstein, I need to see you.

Something's wrong?

It's important.

My assistant will pick you up in five.

Okay.

Sure those pills are working?

We found the owner of the car.

- Shall I tell you his name?
- Yes.

Hans Heder.

But he has a string of identities:

Karl Baum, Frank Schuman,
Dieter Grund.

Real name: Kurt Bayer.

Any of the names sound familiar?

No.

You know where we are, Mr. Rubinstein?

No.

At Kurt Bayer's.

See that house over there?

Here.

Recognise it? It's yours.

Kurt Bayer lived 500 metres away.

Your neighbour, Mr. Rubinstein.

Sure you've never set foot there?

No, I never went to my neighbour's.

Did your wife?

It seems she had his car keys.

I've had the lab results.

Have you ever heard
of manganese dioxide?

No.

It killed her.

At high doses, it's deadly.

Much more pernicious, though,

when taken in small doses.

Day after day.

The heart weakens,
then one fine day...

Bang! You cease to exist.

Almost undetectable.

You understand?

Now I'm a simple woman.

I don't look far below the surface.

Say, a troubled marriage.

These things are still common,
you know.

Is that a turtle?

At the bottom.

My wife hung out with my neighbour,
and I didn't know.

And you're going to arrest me?

Is something scaring you, Lancelot?

I fear that the scar will be
more painful than the wound.

What are you thinking?

What a strange woman I'm marrying.

And how do you feel, Mr. Rubinstein?

Stripped bare...

and fulfilled.

He's moving to Camerone,

to set up a cleaning business.

I gave him a bath.

Then we fucked like savages
all over the house.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Yeah, that's it, yeah...

Come on, I'll take you on.
I'll kick you!

Kick your head in!

They say a shifting shadow

moves on the face of the bereaved.

A demon, living on their face.

Where are you going?

INSPECTOR SCHNEIDER

Not you, not now...

Come in, Paul.

LAB EXPLOSION

Did you kill Irina?

Oh yeah?

Did you kill Irina?

Hey, what are you doing?

You killed Irina! You killed her!

You killed her!

Stop!

What the...

Stop it, Paul! It wasn't my fault!

My name isn't Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Where's your dad?

In the warehouse.

- Is Tralala Irina's daughter?
- No!

You see the resemblance?

Yes.

You slept with Irina?

Yes.

Did my father-in-law...

sleep with his daughter too?

No!

You're obsessed.

Yeah...

I get obsessed.

She lived with you?

No, she stayed here after a mission.

Look, you've got it all wrong.

Sure, I fucked Irina... 15 years ago.

We're just old associates
in a small cleaning business.

Called C.R.I.C.

Oil companies...

banks...

labs...

We act, then we run.

We clean up.

- Like yesterday?
- Did you see?

Some paint, some explosives...

Pretty effective, don't you think?

Those labs flog dodgy vaccines,

so we step in.

You're crazy.

You have to be, right?

You're crazy.

So you said.

Don't worry, Paul.
Don't worry about a thing.

We'll soon be gone.

In the meantime you can stay with us.

Take Irina's room.

Chill out, think things over.

Here.

Irina was poisoned.

Poisoned?

Manganese dioxide.

Why was she in your car
the night she died?

From the airport, we went to Romero's.

- Romero?
- Yeah, he's a shit.

Recycles toxic waste
and ditches it in the wild.

Every time you leave him
this is how I find you.

Since we've been here
it's gotten worse.

Either you bang on
about him for hours,

your shining light,

or you're silent as the grave,
half-cataleptic.

So what's it to be?

Does he ask any questions?

Don't tell me he's kind-hearted.

He's either a coward or a pervert.
I don't get it.

I'm not surprised.

Irina, you have to choose,
once and for all.

You sound like my dad.

You're both crazy.

Just shut your fucking mouth, Paco!

Give me the keys, I'll drive.

What are you doing?

You're right.

I'll tell him everything.
Right now.

And leave me here?

LIPSTICK SCANDAL
TEN DEAD FROM CARDIAC ARREST.

Batches of red lipstick containing
manganese have been recalled.

Ten have died from cardiac arrest.

Emergency number: 01 42 43...

Are you fleeing, Rubinstein?

No, it's you I'm running from.

Very funny.

TEN DEAD FROM CARDIAC ARREST

You should turn on the TV, Inspector.

It was her lipstick that killed her.

Listen,

let me take care of this.

Go home, Lancelot.

You hear me?

Go home, sleep and forget about it.

I've slept all my life, Inspector.

Irina was like any living being.

Both predator...

and prey.

My shining light.

My little ass.

My love.

My heart.

I married a stranger.

A woman I love...

who loves me.

The world is crystal clear

and my heart is transparent.

My nom de guerre will be Paul.

HER SECRET LIFE