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Listen Clara, suggest a meeting next Saturday.

Since things could get really ugly, they can all rest on Sunday.

Well, except my father who has to go back south.

- Are you in Paris tonight? - Yes, my train leaves in ten minutes.

I should be home by 6pm. Call me if there's a problem.

- Ok, see you later, take care. - Take care.

Yes?

- Do you have my cell phone? - Well, yes.

Uh, how could I get it back?

I'm about to take a train, I'll be in Paris in three hours.

I'll be in Marseilles in 20 minutes.

- Should I entrust it to the staff? - No, don't!

- At the lost and found? - No!

- With the police, then? - Even worse!

So how do we do this?

I'll take the first train to Paris, but I don't know when I'll arrive.

Okay, listen, I'll be at home.

Just call me on your phone, I'll leave it on.

- What's your address? - 23 Clichy Boulevard.

Okay, see you later.

She could've said 'thank you'...

High speed train number 6120

coming in from Marseilles and bound for Paris, Gare de Lyon,

departure time 2:42pm, will shortly arrive on platform 4.

Please stay clear of the rails.

Yes, Clara?

It worked out, but it'll be tomorrow at our place.

As you said, it was hard with your mother, and especially her boyfriend.

- I had to threaten them. - Thanks a lot, see you soon.

This is Avignon TGV Station.

No sign of a road we are lost!

What shall we do?

The devil leads us through fields and in circles. Wellm

LET THE DEVIL TAKE US AWAY

Hello?

It's me, the cell-phone girl.

- Where are you? - Across the street in a bar.

Well, come on up!

My name's Suzy, so I'll state it at the buzzer, and again at the door.

- Okay? - Why?

It's safer that way, you won't open your door to strangers.

Well then, see you right away.

It's Suzy.

Come in.

Close the door behind me.

That's a lot of secrecy, miss.

A masked number keeps calling you. Is there a problem?

- Can you hand it back please? - There you go.

Calm down.

Thank you.

Come have a drink.

Champagne! Is it in my honour?

You're well worth it.

You've come a long way.

- You're an interesting character. - You think so?

- Who is that? - Clara.

You're in her house.

- Do you live together? - Yes.

We're close friends. Have a seat.

Thanks for the phone.

Why the videos?

So you looked through my phone.

I couldn't switch it off on the train, I was waiting for your call.

I got calls, no voice messages, then a text.

What'd it say?

'Call me back, can't you see I'm crawling before you and going crazy?'

It's that idiot, Olivier.

Then I hit the wrong button and saw the first film.

Then the other ones.

Then, course, the other ones.

Were you shocked?

Were you... troubled?

I was interested.

Are you interested in sex?

Mainly by you.

- Why do you do that? - What?

Your videos.

You should be asking: for whom?

For whom?

For my fiance. Well, one of them.

The main one.

I see him every

couple of months.

You have a lot?

25 or 30...

And how old's your Main boyfriend?

I believe he's 58.

- Is he good looking? - What does that mean?

What about the others?

The others are between 40 and 62 years old.

I hate young men.

Most still smell like their mother's skirt.

They get attached, they're hard to get rid of, it's a drag.

How old is your father?

He died at 57.

Four years ago.

Is it because you rarely see your main boyfriend.

that you try to excite him by maintaining a sensual contact?

No, not only.

There are also feelings,

there's the connexion. It can be very strong sometimes.

I hide in public places, send him my stuff,

and what I prefer is waiting for his answer.

There we are

with all that space between us

and at the same time, we're connected

erotically.

In the midst

of the crowd, that can't see it.

You rarely feel strong emotions?

Sex and love, like everything, have their ups and downs.

We desperately seek the ups.

Who comes up with ideas for your films?

It depends. Sometimes he does, sometimes I do.

I like to experiment with crazy stuff

with strange, bizarre, unexpected situations.

For example...

For example, one day I was in the Bois de Vincennes,

the night was just starting to fall,

and I was making love

to a stranger behind some bushes.

People were walking by.

Two of them stopped, they must've heard us.

And they looked at us.

And it turned me on like crazy.

They didn't say or do anything, they just walked off,

but the guy I was fucking gave me money and just left.

They give you money?

Sometimes, spontaneously.

Sometimes I ask. It's usually free.

- Do you film? - Yes.

With your cell phone in hand it must be tricky.

It is, I just put it down and record...

And...

your partners don't mind being filmed?

No, they're too busy coming, look: they always rush it.

And with the light, you can't recognise them.

Anyone.

I never see them again.

Why do you tell me this, when really

you've known me for one hour?

I don't know.

Actually, I do.

I do know.

I don't know, I don't know you and it troubles me.

I think it must be the danger.

Where's the danger? Me?

Are you trying to hit on me?

I'm shocking you.

Follow me.

How do you obtain such beautiful results with sex?

First, I film it.

Especially girls, they're really pretty as they come and just before.

Then I edit the pictures on my computer. I'll show you.

But I don't send these documents by phone or internet.

You know, you can easily be spied on and hurt.

You don't care, do you? Very well.

But maybe your main boyfriend does.

He doesn't care either.

Still, I advise you to be careful.

It would ruin the fun.

I want to do a little video here, with you.

Yes, look. Hold it.

I feel like making love to you, now.

I want you to hold me.

You're nuts.

Go on, tell me you don't like surprises.

Come...

Faster.

Faster.

Like that?... Like that?

- I want to pleasure you too. - Yes.

- Come... - Yes.

- I'll caress you. - Yeah, caress me. Oh yes.

Now, harder.

Clara...

Take that phone

and film us.

Oh yes.

Faster. Yes.

Come here.

Shoul I pay you?

What's wrong with you?

Champagne?

- Take a bottle from the fridge. - And glasses, they're in the cupboard.

So, Suzy, what's your job?

I do a bit of everything.

I'm more or less of a journalist.

I write on theater, I try to practice too.

- As an author or comedian? - Both.

- Do you make a living at it? - No.

It's complicated.

Suzy! Open! I know you're in there!

- Who is it? - Olivier, who texted me.

Wait.

Suzy, I want to talk! Suzy!

Suzy!

Suzy, open!

Open, damn it!

Be careful.

Suzy?

Suzy, talk to me.

Talk to me or I'll keep shooting on the porch.

Why do you shag everyone but me?

I do what I want! Quit bothering us!

Why do you reject me?

You found me

attractive, and I am!

Why do you reject me, damn it? And I have money, I swear!

Bullshit! You're being ridiculous! Piss off!

What do you want? For me to bang on the door for hours?

Well, I will! And I'll bang on the neighbours' doors!

Go ahead, sir, I won't have to call the cops myself.

Let me in! Let me in!

Go away!

- He's insane! - Come on...

Suzy, come down, damn it!

Come down

or I'll kill you!

I'm warning you, I'll shoot myself!

He's gonna sleep outside.

I'm hungry. Shall we eat?

There we go.

Suzy, hand me your plate.

Camille...

Thanks.

What do you work in?

Camille is my whole life.

I met her by chance,

half dead, in a restaurant's loo.

She was in a sad state.

I'm being too crude?

No, it's all true.

When I brought her here,

she was afraid of everything: people, streets,

going to certain places...

Initially it was just for a short time

but she couldn't take on responsibilities. Like a baby.

I couldn't leave her like that.

So she stayed.

And I did what I could to help her.

But she's not fully recovered.

I was told that

it'd take a violent shock

or the passing of time.

I hope a shock will deliver her. It's faster.

- So you pay for everything? - Not everything, but... many things.

I'd rather my money be of use to someone.

Are you attached to her?

Of course. Very much so.

But when I'm cured, I'll leave and you'll suffer.

It's not about me. You're what matters.

If you make it and revert to an adult,

of course you'll leave.

You know, deep down I'll be happy for you.

But how do you earn your money?

I compose popular songs.

A few were big hits.

- Can you show me? - Sure, if you want.

My father also owns a chain of ritzy hair salons in England.

My mother died a long time ago, he has too much money for himself.

He gave me a small appartment upstairs and left me this one.

With everything in it.

And what about you? Do you just live off of Clara?

My father owns a psychiatric clinic down south.

My mother's also a psychiatrist

She gives me some allowance.

Almost nothing, and my father barely helps me.

I'd like to make it on my own.

But I'm unable to fit professionaly.

But you don't

have a real job either.

Getting up every morning to go work in a supermaket or an office

for a shitty salary...

I know I'll have to make choices

as I get older, but so far I'm free.

That's a start.

And lately I've been seing psychoanalyst. I think it helps.

But... why don't you settle with Olivier?

- Honestly, he doesn't look bad. - No!

No... I'd sooner die.

Well... I may

have to go.

Where to?

I don't know. We just have to chech that the freak's gone.

I told you, I know him He'll spend the night here.

Suzy, come here!

Come on down, Suzy!

Suzy!

- Fuck! - It's okay, calm down.

Get off of me!

- I yell, so what? - Go home, you're bothering everyone.

Okay, calm down.

Suzy!

Suzy! Come down.

If he's calling the cops, they'll be there in ten minutes.

He'll go to jail.

Come, Suzy. You'll sleep here.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

In my other appartment, on the fifth floor.

Can you walk her there, Camille?

You should call Tonton and let him know. So...

Tonton's my 76 year old uncle that I house.

He's nice, but a bit crazy.

So if he bothers you with

his philosophy, send him off.

He won't mind He's like an old sage.

Tonton? It's Camille We're sending you a guest.

- Where are you going? - To see the freak.

I can't let them bust him with a gun.

Suzy!

I know you like the old, but Tonton's 76.

It doesn't get hard anymore.

- How can you be so sure of that? - He told me. Bye.

You can't stay here.

I can. I'm not moving until she comes get me.

It won't happen. She fled to a back street.

That's bullshit!

This device tells me

she's on the fifth floor of that damned building.

- If she doesn't come, I'll shoot! - Give me that!

- Police are coming. - So what! I'll shoot them!

Let them come!

I never thought you'd still have some use.

Fuck!

Taxi!

Come on, lean on me.

Good evening, sir.

- Where to? - Hell!

Where is that?

234 Poitiers Street.

So, 234 Poitiers Street, please.

The bathroom...

Hey Tonton!

Meet Suzy, she's sleeping here.

Welcome, miss.

Don't mind me, I'm just a ghost.

Good night.

He doesn't know how right he is.

Here's the kitchen.

And the room.

There's everything in there if you need to change.

pyjamas, a bathrobe...

Well, that's good.

- Thank you, good evening. - Good evening.

Come on.

It's open. The appartment keys are in my pocket.

Lie down.

I'm unhappy.

I want to die.

I know.

And who are you?

Clara.

I know where Suzy is

but we have to wait for tomorrow.

I can't. I can't bear life without her.

Yes you can. But if you die you won't see her.

I love her so much!

She can't see we're soul-mates

and it's killing me.

Who are you?

I already told you: I'm Clara.

Clara, you promiss that

I'll see her tomorrow?

I'll see her tomorrow...

Sleep tight, baby.

Krishna:

'You weep for those you should not weep for.'

'The enlightened man mourns neither the living nor the dead.'

Krishna:

'For we never were you, me or these kings'

'And none of us will ever cease to exist now.'

Krishna:

'Just as the soul goes through childhood, youth and old age,'

'so does it go through the changing of bodies'

'The encarnate soul sheds the old bodies and puts new ones on'

'as a man changes old clothes for new ones.'

Oh shit!

If we do reincarnate, that means...

I'll be stuck with that dumb ass Olivier again.

Who are you?

Can't you leave me to die?

Stop with that.

Did you undress me?

Can you see anyone else?

Listen, I didn't know your Suzy until last night.

How'd you meet?

I got home, she was in bed with my friend.

I joined them.

You're lesbians?

But I like all situations, when people are pretty.

Even when they're dumb.

I saved you from a gun charge.

You'd get prison time.

I threw your gun

in the gutter.

- Where do you stand, now? - Nowhere.

No one matters to me

- Including you. - Because I'm here?

No, because I want to disappear.

Now I resent you, as I can't shoot myself.

- Can't you see I'm suffering? - I'll help you?

Only death can set me free.

The point is to sever you from Suzy.

I'm unable to.

You'll focus on something else,

concentrate,

and think only about that.

About what?

Today, me.

Impossible.

No it's not.

I'll guide you.

First, look at my face.

At my hair.

At my eyes.

Don't ask yourself questions.

Don't ask yourself if I'm pretty.

Just look at me.

Look at the whole of me.

Do you like my neck?

My hair?

My eyes?

My breasts?

My waist?

My thighs?

Focus on the part of my body that you like the most.

I like nothing.

Make an effort.

Maybe your hair.

Your eyes.

Maybe your thighs, too.

Focus on my eyes.

Don't look at anything else.

Keep focusing on my eyes, nothing else.

A little object

can grow, if a hand gives it life.

- Does my gaze make you uneasy? - No, i'm just cold.

You look nice.

I enjoyed doing this with you. But my mind goes back to her.

Give it time, it'll pass.

Good morning, miss

Not knowing if you drank tea or coffee, I made both.

I also bought everything you could possibly like from the local stores.

Enjoy your meal. See you later, maybe. Tonton.

Now, that's nice.

Mister Tonton?

Good morning, miss.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes.

Thank you

for the breakfast.

You really

enjoy yoga?

- It helps me get away from the world. - What do you mean'?

You know, we get old

and realise we've been caught in the wheel of attachments.

of suffering.

You know, I think we're all in the same boat.

I'm too concerned with my own self.

I'm almost indifferent to anything spiritual.

I like vice too much.

The greatest sinners are closest to God.

Me, I try to withdraw from the world.

I retreat into my shell. Like a snail.

Does it work?

I meditate.

Do you know

what that means?

It means to quit thinking.

Sometimes I manage to,

I stay motionless,

fixing my attention right there, between the eyebrows.

Sometimes I stumble upon the void, the silence.

But returning to earth

is rather painful.

Go ahead, serve yourself. You need to eat!

You know, you're going to have a hard day, miss.

How can you know...

Hello?

Tonton?

Tonton?

Now, I'm losing my mind.

Thanks.

What do you do in life? Except crying

over Suzy?

Nothing.

- What do you make a living from? - Nothing.

I used to write for Libération ...freelance.

You met her there?

Yes. I was supposed to write a book about theater, I gave up.

Now, I owe everyone money, I mortgaged the flat.

My options are

mugging and gambling, the cash

in a casino, or robbing a bank.

In front of you is a soon-to-be bum.

Pretty cool, huh?

What was

your book about?

It was the history of French, and, more broadly, European theater.

With a prologue on the impact of talking cinema on live acting.

Did you start?

Yeah.

Show me.

Take a look on my desk, there.

Hey!

Get moving!

Get up, get your manuscript, and show it to me! Go!

- Really? - Come on!

I don't know...

Here you go.

You wrote a lot.

Yeah.

Don't bother.

It's shit.

It's not.

Look, I'm really not the type to flatter people

but I'm telling you.

I like what I'm reading so far.

So get back to work and write a beautiful,

and smart, book.

It'll be hard

but I'll help you.

How can you help?

By being around

when it count.

Get inside your head:

not only do you write well but what you write is interesting.

I cross my heart and hope to die.

With me, you're already in hell.

Hello?

Yes, Camille.

I'll be right over.

I need to go. You get to work.

I'll leave...

and be right back.

Okay.

Yes?

It's Camille. How are you this morning?

I'm fine.

Could ou please come down?

Okay. I'll just grab a coffee and my stuff, so I can leave.

Come as you are, it'll be quicker.

And yow know you can stay as long as you want.

Shouldn't I ask Clara?

- This is the Lerd's house. Come quick. - I'm on my way.

Thanks.

I thought I'd gone crazy.

Because of Tonton? He causes hallucinations.

- We got used to it. - Oh.

I need your help.

No problem.

There's a tough reunion coming. For me

especially.

What kind of meeting?

A settling of scores between my mum, her husband, my dad and me.

Come.

Are you all right?

The show could

start any second now.

- What do we do? - Stick around.

Okay, we'll wait in the kitchen.

It'll be all right.

Let's go. I'm stepping in the arena.

Come on in.

Follow me.

Is everybody here?

- She's clearly decided to declare war. - That's what she'll get.

I'm sorry.

You didn't know.

I should have.

Why didin't you tell me.

- It'll be okay. - Yes.

I've got my friends by my side.

Call me if you feel bad.

Help me.

First we need you to tell us about it. You'll feel better.

I don't know where to start.

It doesn't matter. Just go ahead.

So there it is:

as you know, my father has run a psychiatric clinic for 40 years.

That's where he met my mother.

She's also a psychiatrist.

He gave her a child: me

but they never lived together.

She has her office in her big flat.

You grew up there?

Yes.

Why didn't they live together?

He had a lot of kids.

Your father was a bit odd...

You wouldn't understand.

Those were the 70's.

The era of the great emancipation.

He and his entourage saw no use in having laws.

These were only good for idiots.

They thought they were superior beings.

They promoted absolute sexual freedom anywhere, all the time.

Basically, back then it was forbidden to forbid.

I lived that as a child.

It was cool.

Well, at first.

It's the first time you manage to talk about it.

Go on, Camille.

I have a hazy memory,

it was in the countryside,

on the beach of a big remote lake.

My mother was there with about ten of her friends, boys and girls.

They were all naked.

My father was also there.

And you were the only child in their midst?

- Yes. - What were you doing there?

I don't know.

And what were they doing?

They were all inside one another.

- You mother and father? - No.

No...

My father was further away with two girls.

And your mother?

She was blended in a pile of people.

- Was your future stepfather there? - No, she hadn't met him yet.

What were you doing?

I can't remember.

Did they play with you?

Did they touch you?

I don't know.

All I can remember is the erect penises.

Huge things that frightened me and yet fascinated me.

I may have

touched or kissed one.

And how'd you do in school?

I don't know either.

I just remember being regularly thrown out.

and stealing in all the shops.

At first I'd get caught

but then I got more experienced.

Did you also steal from you mother?

That came after.

After what?

At first, she had a younger man sleep over some times.

I didn't like him.

During my mother's therapy sessions, he'd come to my room.

He made me undress

and licked me.

What?!

I loathed him, I still hate him!

I even remember that sometimes, he'd hurt me. A lot.

Didn't you tell your mother?

Not for two or three years.

Then he broke up with mum and left.

Then he came back, settled back in her bed.

And went back to doing things to me regularly.

At that point, I told my mother.

So?

She didn't believe me.

I told her again and again.

After six months, she wed him.

He came along at the reunion?

He's your stepfather?

Why the reunion?

I'll tell you later.

So... you lived with them like that?

No.

My mother bought a studio flat for me.

I was thirteen.

I didn't stay longer than that.

I stopped going to class. The teachers were sick of me, they were relieved.

I went to clubs and did drugs.

I often hid in a street near my mother's and waited for them to leave.

Since I had the keys, I'd go inside

and steal from her.

I knew where she kept her money.

Always in the same place.

Always in cash, that's how she got paid.

Did you steal a lot?

Enough to share and have fun.

She never noticed?

She never brought it up.

That's why you had the reunion?

First, let me finish.

I became a whore... A high class hooker.

How old were you?

Fourteen and a half.

I was pretty.

I was brought over to fancy parties with older girls.

The girls were subject to severe abuse but they were very well paid.

In the morning, they had to call the agency which employed us.

Just to prove they were alive.

What about you? Did they hurt you too?

One day

I got invited to a huge flat with several stories.

There was a pool with transparent walls in a large room.

I had done a lot of coke

and even a lot more than that.

They put me in the water and chained my arms and legs.

Then they made the water rise until I could barely breathe.

The people there gathered around the transparent walls. And waited.

Not for long.

As it went on, they started to release snakes into the pool.

Snakes terrorise me.

As I tried to scream, water entered my throat.

A snake tried to enter my mouth. It made everyone laugh.

Then, a man in a diving suit

took one in his hand

and with the funnel he held in his other hand,

he opened my pussy

and shoved the snake in.

Everyone cried out laughing,

seeing how I jiggled and stared in terror.

It turned them on.

Gradually, they all started

fucking in every corner.

They untied me when the people around me fell asleep.

I got dressed.

I was about to leave.

Someone told me: 'See you next time'.

I called the agency.

They had gotten their 20 percent cut.

I was given

5000 euros in cash and I left.

That much?!

I can't believe it.

Don't forget I was a minor.

There were

celebrities, famous politicians, gangsters.

They paid for my silence.

With the threat

of vitriol, just in case.

One of my friends, a bit older, lasted only three sessions.

She died during the fourth one.

How?

Overdose.

Officially.

Go on, Camille.

It might save you.

When I got out it was dawn.

I was sick as a dog.

I fell in the gutter.

Someone picked me up. And stole my cash in the process.

I was sent to a hospital, put in a straightjacket.

Then I got shipped to detox.

When I got out

the cops advised me to cut all ties and change lifestyles.

That's what I tried to do.

Your parents must've been notified by the cops and doctors.

You were minor!

My mother visited me once in a while.

You know, many psychiatrists refuse

to give advice regarding social integration.

But these were your parents!

You were their daughter.

So what?

Besides, my father lived 500km away.

He was busy with his clinic and the conferences he gave abroad.

In the end,

I made it okay.

- How's that? - I lived with wealthy men.

In pretty flats in fancy neighbourhoods.

My boyfriends made a living selling drugs wholesale.

I was in a golden cage, constantly high.

That's 'okay'?

I met Clara.

She hid me in her flat.

How long?

Not too long.

Eventually, they forgot about me.

Now I'm free.

As long as I stay clear of certain places.

Why did you want today's meeting so badly?

I just learned my mother has a severe heart disease

and could die at any moment.

I can't let my stepfather inherit.

Why did you never press charges?

I don't know.

It's too late now, there's a statute of limitations.

So I want everyone to know. Especially my father.

If you can disinherit your stepfather, your life will change forever.

Camille?

Do you feel better?

Yes.

That talk really did some good.

Thank you.

Now, I should move past it.

Suzy, you asked me how I stylised my pictures of sex.

- Do you still want to? - Oh, yes!

Clara,

hold her in your arms.

And above all, give her as much pleasure

as you can, as you do with me.

Now, stop.

We'll lay out a greenscreen

and you'll start over.

It seems like you've escaped from your hell.

I'm so happy for you.

I've only made it

to the purgatory.

Hello?

- Did you take my keys? - I did.

- Okay. I'm waiting for you. See you. - I'm on my way.

- Was it Olivier? - Yep.

- He's got to stop. - Don't worry.

I'll get him off your case.

He doesn't bother me at all. We made love, it was great.

It did him goo. he got back to work.

He's focusing

on his book. He'll soon be over you.

You can relax, Suzy.

Well, then! I'll go help him overcome his woes, too!

- See you later. - Bye.

Bye.

Will you come back tonight?

- I doubt so. - Okay, bye.

Bye.

Take care.

And now, it's going to be

like in the cinema.

Come in!

Are you okay?

- May I sit next to you? - No!

What's wrong?

I'm sad.

Very sad.

So let's play a game.

Camille just had a talking cure and it might have worked

so I want to do the same.

So...

I'm in psychotherapy, and you'll be my shnnk.

You want to be in therapy? But I'm no doctor.

You will be! It's a game!

- What for? - So as to...

reproduce some of my past behaviours

and exorcise them so they'll vanish.

So I'm the patient, having a transfer, meaning I'm in love with you,

and want to make love to you.

- To me? - Yes.

I told you, I love you!

and... I'd do anything to seduce you.

I'd do you.

I though we were just going to play.

Of course, but it has to look real.

Quit playing!

You know...

I told everyone I was in therapy but I keep lying all the time.

So try to stop lying and stop your big seduction game.

You're right.

But I'll get back to this later.

Now I must try and say everything that goes through my mind.

Maybe it'll cure me too.

So...

the session has started.

You listen, okay?

I can see that you're deeply troubled.

It's because of Camille, I'm awestruck by her work.

She stylises nude bodies, love scenes.

It's stunning.

Maybe this is what's kept her alive for so long.

What is it

that troubles you so?

Well I can't make my videos beautiful.

I make everything look bad, ugly.

Everything, my life, what I do...

for so little?

'So little'? You're being dumb!

I'm just a loser.

I've got no talent.

And on top of that, I keep lying, see?

It's pathological. I told everyone I had many lovers but I'm all alone!

I had one real lover

But he ditched me.

I'm unable to get attached to a man.

Or to a woman either.

All I'm good for is sleazy sex

two-minute shags in squalid places.

Watch this.

There you go.

And now there you go!

Here's who I send my films to.

I'm sick. I'm completely insane.

I'm neurotic.

Earlier, you were playing. You wouldn't go all the way.

Yes I would. Maybe I would.

You were playing a girl

with patient transfer.

A nymphomaniac, mostly.

That I am.

Olivier, the guy who harassed you

seems like the one man who really loved you.

You may love him too, without admitting it.

Casual sex is your way of escaping.

Frequent, but low-risk.

You're afraid of a failed romance.

- It makes you unhappy. - You read thoughts?

Suzy, you can be read like an open book.

I think you're deeply jealous of Camille.

Of what she does

to embellish sex.

You're jealous of Clara And you're ashamed of it.

Help me,

please.

Don't be so ashamed.

I also went through time of great jealousy.

You?

A few years ago, I suffered a few simultaneous blows.

First, I thought I was France's best ranked

electronic engineer.

Yes, way.

But someone else got the title.

The disapointment was painful.

I found myself a lot more vain than I had thought.

I was jealous of all my rivals.

Right at that time, my wife died. I loved her very much.

I was very attached to her.

It's me and my crisis.

that killed her.

I ended up in a mental hospital.

They made me take a lot of pills.

I got out on the advice of a yoga teacher mate.

I replaced the pills with exercises.

At that point, it made no difference to me.

I then felt deeply that, until that point,

I had only been attracted and tied to illusions

and like everyone

I was chasing wind.

So I tried to quit thinking.

But I couldn't.

I lasted for years.

I nearly gave up.

And you managed to continue? What did it bring you?

One day I felt something like a spark.

I found myself in another world that I blended into.

It was terribly painful coming back to this world.

Unfortunately,

I never reached that state again.

I don't always get what you're saying, but...

can you help me suffer less?

Find the roots of your suffering.

It is located in the thought 'I'.

Your father, your mother,

your brothers,

maybe even

your children,

ask: who are they?

You'll see how people dance like puppets

with their crazy thoughts of 'me'

and 'mine'.

All of that, plus the universe.

These things are inside you and only exist through the 'I'.

But does your 'I' exist in deep sleep?

Find the source of the 'I'.

If that thought goes, so does all pain.

At the risk of being

detached from everything?

Of course. Well...

But then...

if I'm detached from everything,

I'll end up all alone.

That's what's scary.

You won't be the same.

And to get there, you must carry on.

Look at me! Do that again and I'll fuck you up!

- You think you could? - Definitely!

You're a piece of shit

but you're going to change.

Now get up, get dressed and cook us some food!

- You're going to wash all that stuff. - Yeah.

I don't know how it works.

- Are you kidding? - No.

You had a maid?

Yes, but I quit paying her so she left.

That's understandable.

Very well.

I'll do it.

But watch carefully, as there'll be no second time.

Get to work, now.

Come on!

- Excuse. - Don't answer. You're working.

All right, but then just a little drink before...

If you're thirst, drink water.

Okay...

You'll start with the breathing exercises.

They will allow you to find peace,

to better control your body

Spread your legs slightly.

palms up facing the ceiling,

and now breathe very slowly.

There are a few typos to correct

but this honestly isn't bad.

Thank you.

I'd like you to hear this.

the voice of Sarah Bernhardt when she played Phaedra.

Listen, what do you think of that?

Honestly?

I find it a bit ridiculous.

Yet in her time, not so long ago, her talent drove people crazy.

Proof is they named theaters after her: the Châtelet and also in the U.S.

The American cinema, soon after the beginning of the talkie,

made acting more natural.

See, they had to scream for their voice to reach the archaic microphone.

Technology made acting more natural.

This was an actress

who played in the Français.

What do you think of that?

It's less ridiculous

but it's still more sung than simply spoken.

That was still the ideal in the 50's.

An actor who knew her told me

that she, known as the great tragic actress of her time,

didn't understand the verses by Racine which she recited.

The public didn't care or even notice, they just found her superb.

This shows that our tastes are those of the world we discover at birth,

and that we interiorise as we grow up.

This is going to come out awesome.

You should ask your editor to add a CD to your book

with the actresses' voices.

That's a great idea!

Typically feminin:

once I'm focused, back to work, you come blocking my momentum.

- I'll leave if you want. - No, no, no, no! You're staying here.

I like having you by my side.

Hi, Camille!

So, don't you kiss me anymore?

Where are you off to?

To see Olivier.

- I'm just passing by, I'll be back. - With him?

Yeah, with him.

Are you in love with him?

Are you serious?

- Put this down and have a seat. - But I need to go!

I'd never seen you this way. Talk to me.

I'm tripping.

No...

I'm dreaming.

All at once.

You'd never felt this?

Never... Never like this.

You'd never loved before?

Never.

Well, except for you.

But it wasn't this strong.

He was made for me

though he deesn't know it yet.

I can feel it deep inside me.

I'm deeply happy for you.

I'm sure it'll happen to you too.

And you'll leave.

Really?

As soon as I get a decent job.

- It's time I fend for myself. - Not quite yet.

No, but it won't be long.

At the same time

leaving you makes me sad.

But whatever happens,

I'll never forget I owe you life.

Clara?

Clara?

I think I love you very much.

I think I do too.

I'd like to talk to you about something.

Sometimes, I have some weird dreams.

Do you experience strange things during your exercises?

Such as a feeling of filling up the universe?

Yes.

Does it frighten you?

Well, sometimes.

But they're just dreams.

right?

Not just dreams.

You may be grazing the supernatural.

It can't be.

And why me?

So blows the wind.

Hello.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

My father

just died.

I can't reach Clara, her cell phone is off.

- Did she call you? - No.

Tell her when she's back

Will you be long?

I'm don't know for sure.

There'll be your mother?

She's been hospitalised.

She had a stroke.

I'll meet my sisters at the notary.

I'll tell you when

I return.

Please do tell Clara.

I hope to see you soon.

Now your book's almost over, I'm going to have to go home.

Why the long face? I'll come along.

You know Suzy's staying there, nght?

She can't stand you.

I can kick her out, but I'd rather not.

Why would you make her go? I don't care about her.

You're the one I want to be with.

If we can't stay there, we can go every other day.

We need to settle this once and for all.

Yes?

Hi, Suzy, it's Clara.

- How are you and Tonton? - Fine.

- But Camille's father died. - What?

Yes. He died and she went down south.

She told me to inform you.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Listen.

Olivier will be with me, we're together now.

- Should I leave? - No, no.

He won't bother you. He's over you.

I hope that you're happy and you can get along well.

Don't worry, I don't hate him anymore.

He got an advance, his book is almost done.

- Don't you fall in love with him now. - Don't worry I won't.

Okay, see you.

See you.

You suddenly look awful serious.

It's because of Olivier.

He's on his way here.

Do you still hate him as much?

Nope.

Does it annoy you?

Well, he's with Clara, now.

He's over me.

Fortunately.

Are you sure about that?

You tell me.

What should I do?

Let your heart speak.

You can't go against it.

What's wrong?

I...

Are you afraid?

Of facing her?

- I'm here with you. - I'm sorry, I didn't expect this.

Don't go back to

acting like a baby, come in.

Is Camille back?

The burrial

kept her busy.

She tried to call you.

But will she be back soon?

I don't know.

Shall we?

So, I'm moving back home.

We're in love.

We're together.

We'll be living

between his place and here.

You can stay as long as you want.

Excuse me.

What's with you?

- Does it trouble you to see her again? - Yes.

Don't you love me anymore?

Is still love you just as much.

But you love her too?

Yes.

You love us both?

Yes.

Oh.

Suzy!

He says he still loves you.

Can you stand each other?

I think I love him too.

So what do we do?

- Hello. - Clara?

Yes, Camille. So how'd it go there?

My father had written a will. My half-sisters and I got the clinic.

I'll be running it now

You have no knowledge of psychiatry.

I'll just be managing at first.

And, you know, I've spent a bunch of time in mental hospitals.

Both of my parents were shrinks, I learned from experience.

My father's assistant will help.

So you'll live there?

I'll come get my stuff soon.

We'll keep on seeing each other?

Rarely, I'm afraid.

Is it over

between us?

I'll always love you.

Wherever you are, whatever you do.

Just differently.

Well love each other from afar.

How are things

at home?

Good.

Well, I have to hang up now.

- Send my love to everyone. - I will.

Lots of love.

So?

Camille sent this.

Again, from Camille.

Do you think the three of us will last?

Look,

we're fine for now.

So, may it last.

For very long.

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