All language subtitles for La.Femme.Publique.1984.NTSC.DVD.x264-Tree

"THE PUBLIC WOMAN"

Do you like dogs, sweetheart?

- Is he yours?
- He's been following me all day.

Someday you'll have a dog too.
That's a fantastic animal.

What do you want?

Please.

Give this to the
man with the dog.

But don't tell him
how you got it.

Wow, that's his lucky day.
With all the money he owes.

Hey, what makes you so sure
I'll give him the money?

I have faith.

Lea, here girl.

Hey, you've got money!
You can pay me back!

No!

Stop it, guys!

I was working on the
balcony in the fresh air,

when I saw, walking under
the trees nearby...

When I saw, walking
under the trees nearby,

an elegant young man, who humbly
bowed as soon as he saw me.

Out of politeness, I
curtseyed back to him.

All of a sudden...

He bows again.

So do I.

He walks, approaches,

and goes, each time bowing.

And each time, I would curtsey
back, looking at him intensely.

If the night hadn't come,
I would still be standing there,

refusing that he might think
me less courteous than he.

Do you have any theater experience?

Or cinema?

Have you taken classes?

Yes. In Genevilliers.

- With General?
- Yes.

It's been a while since
he worked there.

My teacher was an
actor. From Paris.

I don't have any pictures.

It doesn't matter. We
have your details.

We'll call you. Can you follow
me, please? Thank you.

I'm Lucas Kesling, the director.

- Can I walk you out?
- Why?

Because I want to, and I want
to talk to you about the film.

So we're being told that
independent cinema is dead.

I think it's more the end of an era, because cinema
accompanies everything else, like a small drum.

It is very difficult to
make a dumb film,

especially when you have a voice inside,
whispering to you that cinema is better than...

This is why I want to play Nicolas,
the main character of "The Possessed".

He is ice cold, he's the
vice, the cynicism,

the intelligence personified, and...

Do you understand?

Yes.

I don't like your hair.

Do you like how
I bleached mine?

The Lithuanian Archbishop arrived this afternoon.
His Grace Schlapas was invited by the French
Episcopate to study and pray.

His Grace was welcomed at the Gare de Lyon
by a small committee of Lithuanian expatriates.

Shit, shit...

His Grace has spent a month in Rome and
is about to return to the USSR,

where the Lithuanian Church has recently
seen an unexpected revival due to his influence.

The 75-year-old prelate had previously spent
fifteen years in Siberian prisons.

The Russian authorities consider
him to be an increasing threat.

Not another one...

Will His Grace Schlapas be able to
follow Polish Cardinal Wo�tila's example...

Always late!

Hello.

There you go. Mr. Andr�
arrived a little early.

You did choose Miss
Ethel, didn't you?

What are you waiting for?
Studio one is free.

With the composition, we reach
this sort of abstraction that...

Did I ask you anything?

Do you have an envelope?

What do you do to
all those men?

I scare them.

You've come a long way.

Do you want to show me?

Here's my little girl!

We were waiting on you yesterday
at lunch time, but not today...

- I was modeling for Prisunic.
- And?

Nothing.

- How is he?
- He's fine. He's fine.

Do you want some soup?

I can reheat some
soup if you want.

And some meatballs.

You like my meatballs,
don't you?

It's pointless being a model if
you end up starving.

And don't stay alone, with
the hours you work.

Did you get your hair cut?

Don't you like it?

Salomon says it makes
me look younger.

And you put on
weight, that's good.

Ethel!

I was about to go.

She's doing very well.
She's sleeping better.

Look what I made for my beauty
who's going to look like a Page!

- Can I try it on?
- Eat first.

How's the restaurant going?
Are you not too tired?

When he's not on night shift,
he's not going to bed before 2 a.m.

Salomon, your boss can wait a
minute. Take a picture of us.

It's not often she comes
to visit her mother.

He's not sick, is he?

You're the one who's sick.

Don't say that.

I've always been a bit
crazy, you know?

And Salomon?

At his age! He's in love,
just like a young man.

Thanks, darling.
Thank you.

Why do you do that?

Did you speak to him this
time? Your father, I mean.

Sorry, it's the last
time I ask you.

I didn't have the courage.

At least he'll be able to subsist.

Mom, stop it!

I don't want to go anymore.

Next time, I'll go.

Sure. And then you'll call
me to come and get you,

because you want to live,
live, live, and not die!

Has he changed?

Does he still send you those
letters, just to hurt you?

To make fun of
you even more?

We are the ones who
are killing him, Ethel.

We're just repaying
him in kind.

You're so violent!

He's the violent one!

He's... disgusting,
vicious, and crazy!

But do we have the
right? Can we?

How can you answer that question
when someone's hurting you?

You know, don't you?
I don't, you know.

Or maybe nobody told me how.
I've always done what I'm told.

I've always listened to others!

Stop it, it's not your fault!

It's nobody's fault!

Miss, hold the elevator!

"SOLIDARITY WITH THE WORKERS OF"...

If you keep doing it,
I'll be able to feel pain.

Are you here to see me?

- Do you live nearby?
- Well, yes. Just here.

You know, my producer is insane,
but maybe not enough.

He's cutting the budget, he doesn't
give me enough days to shoot.

And in the end, he expects this
movie to be prestigious.

Pussyfooting as usual.
Goodbye, Miss?

Ethel.

That's it.

I forgot to tell you.

I'd like you to read the part
I just told you about.

I don't believe in the
traditional auditioning process.

Tomorrow, we'll just rehearse.
Like in theater.

You'll see for yourself.

I'll call you.

Thank you.

"The Possessed".

No. Thank you.

Thanks.

This is a prophetic tale about those who
try to change the world through violence.

And this is why Dostoyevsky's book was banned
for so long in Eastern European countries.

That's why we still live in the shadows and
in the continuity of what is there.

We bury our heads in the sand,
like ostriches, to remain ignorant.

Some of you are actors.
Some aren't. Just as in real life.

- Barbara.
- Yes.

Thank you. I hope you'll explain
to everyone that will see this film,

that it is a contemporary
story, not just a classic.

Shall we?

[Speaks Czech]

Read your scripts.

I don't care if you don't know your
lines, I'm going to watch you - live!

Put that cigarette out, please.

Thank you for receiving
me and my sister.

My sister, the Stranger!

What do you mean, "the Stranger"?

Madam, I wrote you a
letter about your son.

And the letter of a worm, of a rat,

of a bacillus even, must
be read like poetry!

Of a bacillus?

- Your laugh. More
insane! More insane!

- More insane, this laugh!

The sitting room is yours, jump,
twirl around! Quick, quick!

Go!

Everyone is here! It is so
wonderful... but...

What are you doing here, Captain?
Who let you in? With this idiot.

- Sir, my honor doesn't allow me to...
- Your what?

I said I would arrange everything.
And the money...

My dear, your son will arrive soon. If only
you knew what happened in Germany.

But he will tell you much better than I!
But do you know he traveled through Iceland?

The island of ice and fire.
Oh, Christian!

Your son's good soul is holding the
simple conscience of the world.

And my father, steeped in pity,
even in his very posture.

My son, I was expecting
different signs of affection.

Son? Son? Do you think
this is the right word?

Let me remind you that
I only met you twice,

when I was born and
when I went to University!

You don't have the right!
A writer can have...

Right, family, duty,
society: Literature!

This pleasant aristocracy where rottenness
can be found hidden behind the couch.

This joke will cease to be
funny when it turns to blood.

And I enter. I mean,
Nicolas enters.

You all look at me.
Attention.

- Nicolas, my son...

- More beautiful, more gifted, more
unique, more brilliant than ever!

Is it true that for a stupid bet, you legally
and religiously married this idiot, this...

No...

Is that true, for a stupid bet, you legally
and religiously married this idiot, this...

And who are you, Miss?

And now you look at him
and without expecting it,

all of a sudden, you fall
in love with him.

And he falls with you too.

- Well, thank you.
- By participating in this film,
you are committing suicide...

Not bad. Tomorrow, don't forget to use
some white pencil above the eyelashes.

And no powder on the temples, it makes your
eyes seem smaller. It makes you look stubborn.

You need to project the light towards
us, not the other way around.

Yes, sir.

Inflexible... do you remember the article
I wrote about Sartre in 1962?

Yes, sir?

Can you come with me?

Yes.

That's it! Just create goddamned
chaos! Another attempt, comrade!

Where are we?

A hotel!

- Is there no reception?
- No!

Why shoot all your films in Germany?
You're French...

I'm not French.

Or even German.

My mom was French.

But, I shot my movies in Germany because
it was the only place I could do it my way.

Films "against"...

Against what?

Against... those who no
longer fear God.

- Hurry up, we're almost ready.
- Ready for what?

- I told you several times, I
don't want this powder there.

Just like this.

Damn it, the dress!

Can't you see it's useless?
Pick another one, come on.

Are you stupid, or what?

Ethel! I need to speak to you.

Do you like it?

Scratch the sole. It will
be less slippery.

Listen, you don't look like
the son of a servant.

You studied with Nicolas,
you wear Nicolas' clothes,

but they are too
short for you.

Give it to me.

[Speaking Czech]

Let's shoot!

Lights!

"The Possessed", Scene 32, Take 1.

Action.

Nicolas, is that true that, for
a stupid bet, you legally and

religiously married this idiot?

Pierre, would you
accompany this lady?

Of course, immediately. I told
you it was only a misunderstanding.

Being a generous man, Nicolas was
being charitable to those poor souls.

Leave, fool...

What do you mean,
"fool"? "Fool"?

I have money, madam!

Leave.

What did I tell you?
I'll take care of everything.

And this is Lise, Nicolas. She is pretty, isn't
she? Young, intelligent, sensitive...

Pierre, your behavior
is unacceptable.

Speak, you intellectual, idiot...

Let me introduce you
to my fianc�, Maurice.

The problem is that if I had no legs,
we could not walk together...

You so tall and I so short.

Try again. More tensed. More nervous.
You're trying to be funny. Now!

You would come with me if I was deformed,
destitute and limping, with no legs.

The problem is that if I had no legs we could
not walk together, you so tall and I so short.

The problem is that if I had no legs we could
not walk together, you so tall and I so short.

- Nicolas...

I demand an answer. I am
your mother. I want to know.

No, mother. I did not
marry this infortunate.

Liar... liar...

Why? Why?!

- Cut!

Sorry, Lili. Everybody step out
of the lights, please.

Impressive!

Thanks, but I didn't fall properly. I wasn't
thinking. I'd like to do another take.

3, 7, and 1.

Change of scene! Quicker!

That night, I played
my life for you.

I was happy to do it...

Because I love you.

Don't push me away.

Keep me with you.

When I see you like this, I start thinking
that you are hiding something dark...

Or even have blood
on your hands!

My head hurts... so much...

Congratulations my friend,
you are a widower.

We just found your wife and her
brother at home, their throats slit open.

Do you remember this servant
that my father lost at a card game?

Apparently he is the culprit.

He even tried to start a fire and got caught,
his pockets full of money freshly stolen.

Lise, have you arrived already?
Perfect. A miracle, isn't it?

A godsend, if God exists.

I just saw your fianc�.
What's his name?

You knew!

Still as a statue...

You knew! You knew!

It was... I could have...

...stayed with you... at the price...
of their lives...

What if all of this was so that we can
get married, and start a new life,

clean and proper?

All you want is to imprison me.
With you.

And show me that there is a huge
spider inside the wardrobe...

And we will spend the
rest of our lives,

staring at it, terrified,

and this spider would be...
it would be...

No, no! I don't want you to snivel.
I don't want you to faint.

The Virgin, the Innocent!
Enough!

You gave yourself to me, you
loved me, you understood...

You know the truth.

All you can do is vomit when
facing the horror, the crime.

Playing each scene
separately isn't enough.

The weeping girl, the hysterical girl,
the girl in love, the girl losing her charms...

I don't want you to play each
scene, I want you to act your part!

I've seen plenty of actors playing each
scene amazingly, like the branches of a tree.

"The tree-actors". At the end of the movie,
all you could hear was the rustling of the leaves.

It's crap! What matters is what's
happening between the scenes,

the truthfulness of the character,

the heart of the role.
The perceptiveness of the role!

All that you carry within yourself during the
movie, the destiny of the character.

Destiny - period. I want you to know everything, I
want you to show me everything like X-rays would.

To find the truth, the truth
of what's right here!

Do you understand?

I don't understand what you mean!
I don't understand what you want!

Listen! If you think that everything
can be found in life, such as love,

lies, and cheating, then
you can't play your part.

Love isn't just physical, fear isn't
only being afraid of the big bad wolf!

Rebellion isn't just sticking a
needle in your veins!

Coming from the gutter doesn't mean
you have to act as if God doesn't exist!

I'm tired.

Fine, act the tiredness. At least
there'll be something there.

Let's try again. Enough! Let's go!

Action. Open up. Open up!

Pronounce each word.

You are growing up,
becoming an adult.

Go on..."all you want"...

"Is to imprison me here!"

"We will spend" -
"We will spend"...

Calm down... open up.

All you want is to imprison
me here with you...

And show me that there is a huge spider
inside the wardrobe, as big as a man.

And we will spend the rest of
our lives, staring at it, terrified.

And this spider would be...
It would be...

Cut.

It's not just me.

It's not just my movie you're destroying.
You're destroying yourself too.

OK, I get it. Let's
shoot a sex scene.

Yes, but which one?

We need to shoot something at least!

"No kidding, baby!"

This lady has been an ass.

It should be easy.

Come on, hurry up! Don't you
see we're waiting for her?

- Hurry up, come on!

Well miss, would you be kind enough...

Go away!

- To lie there first, as
I will be on top of you!

If you want, I can go with
you. I'm OK with that.

If only you knew how
much I hate you...

So many gifted, deserving,
experienced girls... and you!

She won't do it!

She won't even do this!

"All you want is to imprison me, and show me
that there is a huge spider inside the wardrobe

as big as a man. And we will spend the
rest of our lives, starting at it, terrified.

And this spider would be...
it would be..."

Lucas. The producer wants
to know what's going on.

You have to make a decision.

Go away! I'll call you.

Let's walk and talk.

You know, I could easily take
my scissors and cut your part out!

I suck! There are some
things I just can't play...

An actress can keep nothing for herself! She
can't have her secret garden, she can play anything!

The sheep, the wolf, and the grandmother!

And you were mistaken -
I'm not an actress!

I'm never mistaken.
I never make mistakes.

I can make mistakes about
everything, apart from that!

If you could do
better, you'd be...

A star!

Don't give up on me!
Don't leave me!

Where is it in you? Where?

- Get out, just leave!

- Leave me alone!

- I told you to only come
visit when I tell you to.

- Get out! Go away!

- Go away!

Mlis-ka Elena...

Fifteen...

The corpse of a 30 year old woman has been
discovered this morning in the ourcq canal.

We are showing these images, despite their brutality,
as the body has been mutilated and the fingerprints
erased with acid.

It cannot be identified. The woman was wearing
gold stilettos. She was not carrying ID

and was only wearing flesh-colored tights
and a beige T-shirt. She had auburn hair.

The police are asking that anyone...

That's it! Keep playing!

If a Judas happened to be spying
on me, he would find it difficult!

Nicolas was appointed by the central
committee, which I also belong to.

I am leaving to visit the other
group as soon as you have started.

How?

By any means possible!

First of all, accelerate the
destruction of this rotten society.

Second of all, run as fast as
possible through the shit.

Third, create a fair society,
based on equality and love.

- It will leave some marks.
- Exactly!

Murder, blackmail,
extortion, bombs...

...organized lies!

We need a list of all those
that will be killed immediately

for being beyond redemption, and those
that we will have a temporary use for.

I came here to talk to you about the
horrible living conditions for students.

Do you have a pair
of small scissors?

- Pardon?
- I forgot to clean my nails.

Miss! A new religion
is being born!

An absolute religion, because
of its absence of God!

My thinking brought me to
understand that freedom for all

can only be obtained
through slavery for all.

Those that want
unlimited freedom

will only receive unlimited
despotism in the end.

There is my conclusion:

One tenth of society will rule,

and nine tenths will obey.

That's my despair.

Your despair is yours alone.
It's subjective.

Stop it! Nicolas is waiting!

- Are you ready to take action?
- Yes!

Christian.

Your departure would be dangerous
for us, or yourself, at this moment.

You heard it, Christian. You know...
if you don't agree with us...

Where are you going?
To the police?

Can you see that, Nicolas?
Can you see it?

Your friend, did you say?
There he is, Judas!

And who do you work for? Who's
destiny are you preparing us for?

Yours!

Are you OK?

You're always in the way.

Kesling hasn't made any
decision regarding you.

I've always been against the
idea. But I'm only the wallet.

I really don't understand
what they see in you.

I came to give
this back to you.

That's not mine. I'm
not completely gay...

...but give it time.

It belongs to the woman you
were kissing that night.

- Her I.D. Is in there.
- Why are you carrying it?

Because...

Because she's dead.

- Excuse me?
- I saw it on TV.

She had on the same shoes.
They said she was murdered.

So with your Z-list actress' intelligence, you decided
that I kill actresses in Paris, on weekend nights.

Actress?

She was an actress, but
she doesn't act any more.

And since I used to live with her, you'll
excuse me if I kiss my ex-girlfriends

where I want, when I want,
and how I want.

Especially when they become annoying, because
they live with assholes and have no money left.

She can't be dead, because I walked
her home, back to the asshole...

...so you couldn't have
seen her on TV.

I'll go to the police!

You won't go anywhere!
Only where I tell you!

You're fired! I'll show you
this big success, this faggot.

You're made for each other!

Get out! Get out!

- Would you tell this young lady
the whereabouts of your...

Where's Elena?

She went back to Czechoslovakia.

Are you sure?

I took her to the airport
for her 12:00 flight.

How could she fly if
I had her passport?

She lost it a few days ago.

The embassy replaced it. Why?

Nothing.

You can check with the airline.

Did you know her?

You're an actress
too, aren't you?

Yes.

She was a wonderful actress.

I was in love with her
since I was sixteen.

She could play anything.

She had been in plenty of films in our
country, before we went to Germany.

And she made plenty
of films there...

She could have kept going...

...and she would have been as
famous as she was in Prague.

If she hadn't met
this loser...

This loser who... who...

That's enough!

Me... not make same mistake.
Me... poor Czech immigrant.

Even if me look so French,
it just be imitation.

I hope you are single, miss.

And an actress.

Let's drink to actresses.

To Elena!

Long live Elena!

Bottoms up, an old
Czech tradition!

Enough, enough!

Indeed. I don't even
need to be here...

Happy now?

You don't have the right
to humiliate people like this.

Even if you're the most
powerful, most intelligent,

even if you're always right.

Go away.

Go away!

His Grace, Lithuanian Archbishop Schlapas,
had a long talk with the Minister.

Also a writer and a poet, His Grace has always let
known his love and understanding of French culture.

As usual, His Grace Schlapas refused
to answer journalists' questions,

and therefore to all of those concerning his
Elevation to 'in petore' Cardinal, in the Pope's heart.

It is possible for the Pope to name a prince to
the Church in the secret of his heart only,

in order to avoid any possible retaliation from the
Government that His Grace will have to face again,

after his visit to Paris and
his pilgrimage to Lourdes.

They stole the passport.

Elena Mliska...

Elena Mliska, fifteen, fifteen...

- Sorry, I knocked.

Is it Mr. Kesling? Again?

No...

I didn't believe you.

I know just what it's
like to beg for a role...

So when you say that your... I mean,
that she, left the next morning...

My wife!

Come sit next to me.

Come, come.

What have you done
these last two days?

Since yesterday, you mean?

No, no...

You left two days ago.
Two days ago!

You know I get sick
every time you leave.

When you leave, I put on those beautiful
clothes you bought me. The ones that itch me.

You're crazy!

Take this pretty scarf, the one
you brought back on Friday.

Put it on. It really suits you, and it looks like it's
going to rain. You know how it makes you feel.

- Where's your bag?
- What bag?

Your bag. Your bag and the coat you left at
the hotel, where you go to screw Kesling!

Did you get into a fight? Did he
not give you what you wanted?

The hotel where Kesling brings
his whores, or his actresses...

Same difference!

Please, please...

I don't want to play that!

Why not?

Is that you?

I'm back.

You made the right choice.

I'm sure you're hungry.

Yes.

The day you left
Kesling for me,

it was like a miracle.

For me too.

- Come again?

I said, where was it again?

- In Munich, you idiot! Munich!

Yes, in Munich...

And do you remember why
our door is never closed?

Because the last time you left
and I went looking for you,

someone broke in and stole
all the money we had left.

Where did you get those shoes from?

How much were they?

Did you turn tricks for the money?
How much do you charge?

Couldn't you spend the
money to sort out this shithole?

- That's not how it is!
- Where did you spend the night then?

At the Salvation Army.
It was horrible.

Some girl was screaming. She was
either going cold turkey or having DT.

I was scared of catching lice.

This morning, I washed in the
fountain, like homeless people do!

Why did you leave? Why?

I wanted to be alone!
Alone! Free!

I don't want to be with
the people I love!

I can't love, I can't!
Don't you understand that?

I can.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

It's OK.

It's OK...

Keep me with you.

OK...

It suits you.

It always has.

I'll go back to working
in the kitchen.

I'll be home late tonight.

Me too, I'm going to
look for a job.

As usual?

No.

You're not going to
see him tonight?

I promise.

"When he holds me against him..."

You look different.

Don't you like it?

Take off your shoes.
You look silly in those.

I thought I'd relate to
you more with them on.

Today, you'll be against the wall.

Bastard...

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Shit...

Milan!

Are you home?

Milan!

You scared me!

Did you get home early?

I quit. I got offered
a better job.

There's money on
the bed, count it.

That's great...

I have money, too.

I bought food.
That way we can...

You promised!

It's an honest job.

I work in the cloakroom
in a club in Montparnasse.

I get fantastic tips...

...just from selling
cigarettes...

Ah, yes...

And how did you
get this job?

Through my actress friend...

She's unemployed too...

Because of her age...

And her accent...

That's not a job for you.

You're a star.

An actress.

A fantastic actress!

A very good one.

You really think that all actresses
are whores, don't you? That's it?

All women, all girls... they
all have this inside of them...

Why are you still here?

I told you a thousand times
already. I don't love you anymore.

I don't want to pay what I owe you
because you ruined your career for me.

Just take your money...

and fuck off!

Please, please, please...

I love you.

"When he holds me against him...

When he speaks softly to me...

I see life in pink..."

There has been a new outburst of violence in
Lebanon. A car-bomb exploded in middle Beirut,

resulting in four deaths and twenty injuries.

Struggle amongst the French Communist Party
for the succession to the position of First Secretary.

Members seem to take a more radical approach, as
they are facing the contradictions of today's society.

"Our objective is this:

What we want is revolution!"

No lead for the murder of the Archbishop His Grace
Schlapas, shot several times at point-blank range.

This amateur film footage was obtained in the last
few hours, filmed by one of the guests

outside a party organized for the Archbishop.

Politicians, religious figures, artists and
fellow Czech citizens were all present.

The camera operator was close enough to
capture the exact moment of the murder.

This exceptional footage makes it possible to
identify the murderer, who managed to flee.

Watch carefully, we have studied each
frame and have enlarged the footage.

To the left of your screen, you can clearly see
the weapon and the murderer's hand.

Here...

And here is the side of his face.

The Police, who are investigating political
motives, hope that these blurred images

will help the investigation.

Some have suggested that the group who
took over Lithuania in 1940 are responsible.

His Grace Schlapas was due to return
home the day after tomorrow.

- If only I had guessed that you were
hiding here with this genius.

- Where is he?
- He killed a priest. He's crazy - sick and crazy.

I was there. Do you know
what he's done before?

He came to me and asked me
to give you this farewell letter.

- Are you going to the police?
- I don't fucking care.

He can kill all the priests on earth, I don't
give a fuck. As long as he doesn't destroy you.

Why do you care?

You're mine. I made you. I can take you
back or send you back whenever I want.

Loser!

He won't steal another
one from me.

It's only in my film that you
refuse to do what you're told.

Why did you dye your hair? For that faggot?
Why did you sleep with him?

Why did you sleep
with his wife?

She sleeps with everyone,
just like you.

Now listen.

Either you go and denounce him, or I will. If
not, you stay with me, and become my property.

Maybe, one day, I'll give
you another chance.

You'll never come back here.

What about the neighbors?

The neighbors are dead.

All of them are dead.

Taxi!

Why did you do that?
It's horrible!

Is that you?
Thanks for coming.

And your hair... it suits
you so much more!

This is my film!

This is my film!

Does this mean
anything to you?

He's right. The most beautiful film of
all time was directed by a sick producer!

I won't mention its name.

I just don't know anymore.

I knew he'd go, that he couldn't handle it.
I knew our arrangement would work out in the end.

I finally understand why
you wanted Christian dead.

To make a film about
this group of idiots.

You understand, you have to start somewhere,
and usually they start with the idiots and the greedy,

who bring everyone else, the
sheep, right behind them.

Later, the citizens spy on each other.

Slaves have to be equal. I love misery,
alcoholism, fear, lies, and total obedience!

Total servitude! Happiness!
All of them miserable!

Kill all talent!

From time to time, let them rest for a
while. Let them have a little idol.

So that they can believe
that they are improving society!

- You're crazy.
- Crazy? On the contrary!

I'd even give half of the world to the Pope.
I'd only need the International to agree.

Does that sound crazy to you? The
Pope in Eastern Europe, and you here!

Because you are beautiful! I love beauty.
We need a leader, and you're beautiful.

You believe in everything,
except in yourself.

Do you know why, why you married this worm
that we now need to destroy at all cost?

Because you're beautiful.
Despite everything.

For the challenge...

Enough!

I love beauty. His beauty
and his genius!

Your only problem is
your desire to live!

But I will clear the path
to your destiny,

and you will become a leader
according to my expectations.

A murderer, a liar...

A worm!

Cut. Thank you.

- How long is it?
- 1 minute 23.

It's too long. I can't
shoot another one.

I can't take it anymore.
There's no time left.

Quiet!

I'd like to go home now.

He can't go there, he
doesn't know where I live.

OK.

Is it true that Elena came
to ask you for a part?

She wanted me to help her
go back to her country.

She had severed all links. She
was living with a political expatriate.

She was scared
of retaliations.

How can you help her go back
there, when you're a director here?

I won a prize at the Karlovy Vary
Festival in Czechoslovakia.

I knew a member
of the government.

Really...

- How did you know?
- I followed you.

To the studio.
Everywhere.

What did you do?

I killed whoever they wanted me to kill
to keep my wife alive. That's the reason!

But... she's dead!

She's... she's...

She's here because you're here!

But she's over there because they
were meant to bring her back home.

They promised me that we
would be reunited right after.

They were sure she wouldn't
go to the police... to protect me.

But you know... there's
not much time left,

and when I went to the
meeting point, it was a trap.

But they didn't get me!

But why? Why all of this?

So that they can find me with a letter in my
pocket, saying that I killed him for no reason!

But you can't stay
here, if Kesling...

This time, you can't deny it.

I saw you two go
to the hotel together.

You forgot I was his
wife before being yours.

You'll need money.
You'll take what you left me.

I can get more.

I have the details of where
they're going to shoot. Call me.

I can't, sweetheart.
See for yourself.

And you don't ever
tell me anything.

People ask if you're available,
but you come and go as you please.

I didn't know miss Ethel
would be here today.

Do you want me
to cancel Lisette?

I'll pay.

That will be 600 francs.

There you go.
Everything's sorted.

Well, go on, move.

Don't you have your camera?

I don't need it. I paid what
you asked for, didn't I?

Is this what you want?

What took you so long?
We've been waiting for hours.

Can we not leave you
alone for five minutes?

I walked.

Give me your key.

I can't stand what you
did to your hair.

You look like an
old Jewish woman.

Go for your make-up.
We'll dye it back to normal.

Is that OK with you?

Action!

That's it. Dig now!

I give you back the Press!

You can print whatever
you want!

My wife is back.

She is pregnant.

I have changed.

I don't want to write
against my beliefs.

You forgave your wife for leaving with
another man and coming back pregnant?

- I believe in God.
- Bastard.

One, two, three!

I like it.

- One, two, three!

Catch her!

Be quiet!

- Cut!

Is it the one?

The blood!

I'm shooting a commercial
about death.

If you don't put blood on the
screen, it will run more freely behind.

What do you think of
Kesling's work?

It's fucked up,
don't you think?

It's really theatrical.

- Someone for you on the phone.

Yes, I'll be there.

I'll be there.

Get up! Come on, get up!

Sorry, I can't.

I'll show you karate!

Milan, I'm hurting!

Why are you laughing?

Because I'm happy!

Because you're here.

Milan, do you believe I'll always be
such a loser, a reject, a slut,

just because I have to live and
accept? To be able to make it!

It's not "Milan", it's "Mi... lann"...

Run!

They must have followed me,
I can't see you anymore!

It's never going to end!

Run!

Who's that?

Another lover?

Where did you find this?

In a letter you didn't
bother to open.

So?

You're different.

Solomon? Put mom on the phone!

Change a bit more...

When?

Why didn't you tell me?
Why not?

I thought it'd be better.

They loved each other a lot, you know.

They just didn't know...

...how.

- You're not going to
faint, are you?

I was thinking about giving
you your role back,

but with everything
that just happened,

do you want me to
drive you home?

You know, I'm so
happy you're here.

I'll give you great
make-up today!

Oh, I'm so stupid...

That happens all the time...

Hi! I'm glad you're here.

Today's will be easy for us.

We're playing corpses!

Kesling promised me that
he'd let me try for your part,

and now, that's not
happening. Why?

I don't know.

But why? Why?

Leave me alone!

Lise! Stay there, don't go!

Out the way!

Get out of my way!

I love you!

One, two, three!

The smell of blood again!

Lise!

I am the one who killed them!

I... am... the one... killed...

I am... the one... who killed them...

Go on!

I am... the one...

You whore!

Do you like the smell
of blood? Do you?

Whore!

Go away.

After this film, I'd like you
to make more with me.

I believe that together...

You do everything backwards.

In your films and in your life.

Why?

Do you know what cinema
is for me in the end?

To preserve the image
of our Dead.

This is actually the only way
we have found to keep them alive.

Marilyn's dead, Gabin,
Jouvet...

Vivien Leigh...

Raimu...

And me.

OK.

Are you hurt?

No.

You have to turn
yourself in, Milan.

If I do that, I won't
see you again.

It's no longer just between
the police and me,

it's now between me and
what's left of my conscience.

- We have to call an
ambulance!

Your family is poor.

You're doing fantastically well at
University thanks to a government bursary,

then one day, they take
it back and say,

"You need it... come on..."

"tell us about your
friends at university".

Then you realize that those people
are no longer welcome some places.

Some are sent to prison.

Then you are given a passport to leave the country,
because everyone knows you're the snitch.

They make you meet a woman...

And then you forget
everything else.

You did everything for me.

Until the end.

Will you call me?

Are you hurt?

Are you?

Attention...

Here he comes...

Lise, there you are!

I saw your fianc� in the garden,

still like a statue,
staring at your window.

It's not that he is like a statue,
just that he is staring at your windows.

You understand the text,
it's got a wild beauty, and...

I just saw your fianc� -
what's his name?

As if he was in a trance, still
like a statue in the garden,

staring at your window.

I mean, the windows.

Isn't that strange?

Did you know?

It was at the price...

It was at the price of their lives...
that I could stay here...

All you want is to imprison me,

and show me that there is a
huge spider inside the wardrobe,

as big as a man. And we will spend
the rest of our lives, staring at it,

admiring it, knowing it...

And this spider would be...

God...

Good.

Ethel, can you try to
speak to Kesling?

He fired the continuity girl for drinking
too much, but there's still one day left!

Have you seen Kesling? You were very good.
Yesterday's rushes were amazing. I've been
behind you 100% from the start!

- Could I have an advance on my paycheck?
- Of course, where's my check-book...

Yes, the studio director has it, he left for
today and the accountant has closed access.

Can it wait until
tomorrow?

It's OK. I'll find
another way.

Being crazy isn't cheap.
Very well...

- Gertrude?

- There's nothing left
for you here.

He's dead.

The most terrible thing...

...is that I'm relieved.

Are you becoming
part of my race?

What? What race? Did you
use him from the start?

Yes! Yes and no!

Me! Me! I was meant to
be the kingpin,

helping to prepare the ascension of a proletariat
that doesn't exist, just like everything else.

And it just seemed so natural, a
director who is lonely but still in love...

with the woman he
made fantastic films with.

And he finds her in
Paris with her loser.

Did you follow them?

No, I was merely there to remind
Mr. Mliska what was expected of him.

To help him get where he was
meant to be, at the right time.

And if he refused, I had to help
capture his wife, if need be...

Did she know?

She knew.

She was fucked... but not dumb.

She was trying to convince
you to leave Milan alone.

Tomorrow is my last shooting day.
I won't have any right over you anymore.

I made you.
You'll be a star.

I don't give a fuck.
I'm not interested.

You're interested! You'll make more and more films,
because you have to work in the cinema industry!

Cinema is like bubbles of light
in an ocean of shadows.

One has to prepare its
destiny to keep going.

There, our boat is sinking!

And you can hear
the chariots coming!

Ivan!

No...

It's just the garbage men.

I'm not crying for Milan.

I'm crying for you.

I love you.

Don't patronize me.

If you had any idea how
little I care about you...

To what extent...

I don't know...

I'll do anything so that
one day you'll know it.

Do it.

And now the creature is going
to devour its creator...

Isn't it?

Do you think I could
handle it?

Are you going to
go to the police?

Yes. I have to.

I could stop you.

Are you scared?

If you are, you don't
understand anything.

I can't hurt you.

You're my film.

I'm asking you
to finish it.

Just one day...

Tomorrow.

Will you come?

I will.

Hello?

It's over, dear.

I never told you, but I've
got so much debt...

You can't come back.

I won't.

Let's not say goodbye
just like this.

Have you seen my
apartment upstairs?

No.

Come in.

This is my daughter.

Are you going to
say Hi to the lady?

Hello...

I was never able to leave
her. And it has cost me.

Now she'll go into
an institution.

I'll try to find a job not too
far away from her...

Spectacular car accident this morning in Paris.

A car drove into a pylon on the highway.

The impact was so violent that firemen took more
than twenty minutes to extract the body of the driver,

who was killed instantly.

This incident is bringing new light on
the investigation into the murder

of His Grace Schlapas, which took
place a few days ago in Paris.

The victim of the car accident is
a Czech dissident, Milan Mliska.

A signed note was found on his body,
claiming that he was the Archbishop's murderer.

This would make investigators reconsider their
previous theory of a political conspiracy.

Incoherencies in the letter are leading them to
consider that Mliska had mental health issues.

It appears that he was trying to bring
attention to the living conditions of prisoners...

You were on the cover of Paris Match, Jours
de France and Elle. Did Kesling tell you?

- Ethel, can I have an interview?
- Later, sure.

There's my competitor, who
wants to steal you from me.

I'm pleased to meet you, I brought you a script.
It would be fantastic if you would read it.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

- Ethel, we've not had much time
to talk, but I'm working on my first film

and I'd like - what I mean is - it's going
to be completely different from this one...

Look, we've all helped buy this for
him. It's solid gold - do you like it?

I do.

- Hey, have they paid you?
- No.

Listen, I have an idea.
Sign the box!

You'll be everyone's favorite.

Or a flash in the pan.

What's wrong, Ethel?

It's just as if I was suddenly
all alone in this world...

"Modern and unexpected, the new
revelation of young French cinema".

"'I Have Met a Star' by Lucas Kesling".

"Pros and Cons: Touching, serious
and unusual, the new beauty"...

"Young woman: Actress or object?"

"All three, answers Lucas Kesling, the
flamboyant director of 'The Possessed"'.

"The Unusual Life"...

Forgive me, bless me,
love me, remember me...

Always go where life is...

Don't turn back,
believe in yourself.

You're the most beautiful gift
God could give a man.

A man would need to be...

...as proper...

...and humble as you are,
to deserve you.

Go!

Then he walks past the building,
inside, two guys are arguing.

Those two guys were cinema producers, and
he didn't even know that cinema exists, so...

And half an hour later,
these two guys ask him...

- Oh my God, no!

- Shit. He hung himself for real.