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What a privilege to be dead.

What do you mean, dead?

Dead.

That's no good. I
want to feel more pain.

Don't scream, don't scream. There's
no more pain here than dirty memories.

It has to be spectacular. You need
to look presentable for the queen.

The queen? The queen?

Conann. You don't know
Conann, the barbarian?

No? You surprise me.

Bring me a free cuba.

Since we've got all the time in the world. And
if you don't mind, of course, I'll guide you.

You have to pay.

Let's leave the peace later.

You have to pay.

Well, anyway, you're looking
good. This is the big moment.

Ah, thank you, girls. You've
done a great job. Music!

What are we doing here?

You're about to see barbarism.

Let the show begin.
Amoral is in good taste.

And this is Conann. She'll take the
plunge into the river of regrets for you.

Conann? Can you hear me? Do
you want to take the leap of memory?

Put your title of Queen of
Barbarism back on the line?

Yes. If there's a human even more evil and
cruel than I am, I'll give her my throne.

There's a serious
candidate here, Conann.

A serious candidate.

I've forgotten all about it.

It's nothing, it's nothing.
It'll all come back.

But first, the lost heart. In another
time, when barbarism reigned supreme.

Remember, Conann.

I was born of a healer mother and an unknown father. It was a
dark and brutal time, when people believed in demons and wonders.

My mother gave me all her love to compensate.
The barbarians are here. Not far away.

Are you scared?

Whoever has never seen the barbarians can't know.
They skin what they touch. They kill what they touch.

Barbarians aren't scary.

Fate had thrust us into the belly of
barbarism, into lands howling with distress.

That's where you saw me for the first time. Me,
who was going to change the meaning of your life.

What's this?

The sick girl.
I'm all she's got.

Does this puny little
horror have a name?

Conann. My name is Conann!

Conann? A big name
for such a small body.

You ready, Rainer?

It's the flash that palpitates
like a burned heart.

I knew it.

No, a witness, madame.

Early will kill you.

Grief, that green gnawer
of beauty. Smile, my beauty.

I'm the one who's bleeding.

You want to live? Eat your mother. Eat
your mother! Otherwise you'll die like her!

My mother abandoned me in the arms of vengeance. And do you
know what? I wanted to live. For revenge. Just for that.

Mommy!

Mommy! Fate. That rope you
grab to hang yourself or to climb.

My back had become a
web of pain and anger.

I was less than dead, an impassive spectator of
ordinary barbarity. I was learning the art of combat.

And the art of
swallowing revenge.

If you want to survive, before it's
my turn to be covered in your blood.

Who's the hook? Who's the fish?

I bet my right eye he'll die
of exhaustion before winter.

You've tied a knot in fate's
door. You won't be able to untie it.

You're right, Sanja. It won't
last the winter, or even the night.

Do what you have to do. I'm tired
of listening to Raner's pitiful oracles.

So, if you don't mind,
of course, I set the rules.

Raner had given me the opportunity to seize my
chance. It was up to me to seize it, not to let it go.

Love and death are
blind in this world.

And Conann snatched his
first victory like a bramble.

She'll perish tomorrow,
eyes wide open.

The grouse will
have made their chlaf.

I'm losing one.

We do have a cage, don't we?

I have one, little sir.

That evening, it was raining.
And I had regained hope.

Conann, tell me, did
you enjoy killing?

Yes.

That's good, that's good. I no
longer believed in prophecies.

You'll become
the most beautiful.

Although I continued to distrust
Reiner, I knew he was my key.

And for some
reason, I'm getting old.

Reiner.

Getting old, Reiner.

Getting old, Conann?

Yes, I'm aging
you, you vile dog.

Her body was incredibly soft.

Remember her body, sweetheart?

Don't talk.

But her heart, that
evening, was elsewhere.

Sanja left the camp in
the middle of the night.

Without a sound.

Because every month, when she bleeds, Sanja goes to the
spirit world to join the one she loves and give her a drink.

And no one knows
about Sanja's secret love.

What's it to you?

So, do you want to
see the future for a bit?

Incredible.

Come on, come on.
Are you having doubts?

I don't trust you.

Tell me, do you know that
plant growing against your cage?

My mother always
told me not to touch it.

Maybe it's time to
disobey mommy, Conann.

It's crazy how he
holds on to his life.

It's life that holds it.

Mother's poison did its work.

A colorful show.

Does he know life?

Conann was ready.

I felt liberated.

I felt light.

I felt immortal.

And barbaric.

You've reached the pinnacle
of success with me, baby.

He's asleep.

With me, you reach
the pinnacle of success.

I don't trust you.

Here.

I owe you my life, that's all.

More than that. I'm going to prove to
you that you can trust me completely.

But how?

Do you want to see the future?

It'll be my pleasure.

Hello, Conann.

Do you know who I am?

No.

I'm you.

You at 25.

Look how handsome
you're going to be.

And tall.

Give yourself a kiss.

What are you waiting for?

Embrace your future.

Do you want to be me? Faster?

Yes.

I didn't see the
future like that.

I didn't see time passing.

The little caterpillar
became a butterfly.

I saw the body of my 15th birthday
as a moult. Nothing more than that.

What a sense of showmanship.

You've grown up without
pain. Congratulations, Conann.

I don't think I'm any
less suspicious of you.

Look at your youth.
Feverish and dirty.

I like you better like this.
You're more to my taste.

Not the legs. Now I feel
your shame. Do you hear me?

I see you've decided to take your future
into your own hands. And so you should.

But I'd like to take a few photos of you among
the corpses, with your own molt, as a souvenir.

You're a sick man,
Reiner. You owe me this.

You're a sick
man, but I like it.

This is tears.

Tears of revenge and sex.

I had to pose for him. In exchange,
he'd decided to lead me to Samson.

I felt indebted, wanted.

Apart from my revenge,
I had no prospects.

Remember, Conann,
when you were 25?

Look how moved
she is. Real tears.

Barbaric tears. Not for those she's
killed, slaughtered, but for herself.

She jumped me.

If there's anything worse than her
here, it's because you're not here.

Reiner!

What's she doing in
the spirit world, Sanja?

What's she doing
in the spirit world?

She's joining her
secret love. Told you.

A corpse?

And I don't know everything.

Hold out your arms
and look at me.

I thought you were
going to help me.

And here, all I can do is guide.

Reiner!

Reiner!

You've just crossed paths with your childhood. And
believe me, you already had barbarism on your mind.

You're lying.

He wasn't lying.

The lake of lost years
lined the corridor of time.

Places full of dirty memories.

Of future holes.

And uncertain presents.

It's like deja vu
all over again.

It's your world we love.
It's closed in and foggy.

This is it. The one you want.

It's a sad song.

You'll be all alone
and hurt his game.

Don't say a word.
Leave it to me.

Lay down everything.

Because barbarism is magic.

You can't feed magics.

Flesh is an overripe dig.

Flesh is a fruit that falls and
crashes to the shimmering ground.

Flesh...

Who's that?

A harmless half-sister.

Like flesh is a sad song.

It's an undulating snake.

It's a fruit that falls and
crashes on a shimmering ground.

Its flesh opens to the
protruding beaks of birds.

To the carapace
of voracious insects.

Life is a sad song.

Thirst is the
origin of all things.

When barbarism and metal
no longer play at its fire.

It's a snake undulating
under the bright sun of metal.

Flesh...

Life is a fruit that falls and
crashes on a shimmering ground.

Birds protrude.

To the carapace
of voracious insects.

You're spoiling the show.

Time had stood
still, but not my mind.

You're spoiling the show.

And who's this?

Reiner.

My bastard brother.

You always had Olympia style.

I admire that.

The valet of dead flesh.

The romantic of the macabre.

Have you seen my new recruit?

You'll never know what
you think you are, Reiner.

You sully what you look at.

You love yourself with
the worst of human horrors.

But there's love coming!

You'll see!

I heard without
being able to look.

I felt without being
able to speak.

Reiner was revealing
himself, in spite of himself.

He was a touchy
devil and so... romantic.

So romantic, yes.

Here's the rest.

You'll die first.

You can't kill me.

I'm you in ten years, Conann.

I'm your future.

You don't follow your future.

You're lying to me.

You should listen to
me. I'll save you time.

Reiner, help me!

Take revenge!

The rest is none of my
business. I've had enough of this.

It's still a big
mistake, Skipper.

Your big mistake...

doesn't want to be ready, Sam.

My past doesn't believe me.

He who does not kiss his
enemy cannot claim revenge.

You knew that, kisser.

Shut up, Sam.

Kiss her.

And you'll never know love.

Kiss her?

You scared?

Poor warriors?

Martry?

Armies?

Kiss.

And you'll see.

Otherwise...

you will attack the sun.

It will burn your skin.

Your love for Sanja
will be incandescent.

You will feed her sex.

We'll know crazy love.

Kill me, my love.

All of you.

Let it end.

Now that you've

seen, now that you

know, make your choice.

My past.

You love Sanja so

much it hurts your eyes.

I swallowed my fate.

I swallowed my revenge.

I swallowed Sanja.

If love is rough with

you, be rough with it.

I prefer you ripe
through what I believed.

I haven't seen
this decade go by.

I'm tired of this life
and this world, Reiner.

Let us live our
love away from it all.

Even if it means we die sooner.

Change life, change times.

To do so, you'll have
to agree to lose your

memory and sell your soul
for the worst damnation.

Reiner is cruel. He'll give
you nothing for nothing.

At 35, I wanted to take my
destiny into my own hands.

I wanted a way out.

And what kind of destiny?

A destiny in the
form of oblivion.

You won't lose love,
nor beauty, nor power.

Just the memory of what you are.

You'll be kissing death
every day without knowing it.

Yeah, well...

Let's get this over with.

Let's call it 1998.

A good year.

The Bronx.

You sign here.

And I'll leave you the
bonus of Lacrima Erotica.

Forget about me.

Forget everything.

Except your love and your armor.

Happy are the necrophiliacs.

Never betrayed by their love.

You're disgusting.

Your morals aren't
what they used to be.

And then...

Those were the
happiest years of my life.

Cascading.

I embraced death.

I embraced its game.

I kissed the metal skull.

I had forgotten everything.

We lived in love.

Until the day Rhina...

Until I missed
Conann so much that...

I let the bone go for the food.

Those were happy times.

I don't know how long it lasted.

But I do know that I was never happier than
when I was amnesiac, stuntwoman and in love.

But all good things
must come to an end.

What's going on here?

It's gotta be a movie, man.

No, it's a stupid show.

Get off the plane.

Endless love
flirting with death.

Let's go.

Too much happiness in the Bronx.

They'd forgotten about death.

And I'd come back
at just the right time.

To blow on the
embers of betrayal.

I was recovering fast.

Too fast.

How are you feeling?

I'm feeling much better.

I took a shower.

It relaxed me.

That's nice.
Take a rest.

Everything will be back
to normal tomorrow.

I've been thinking
about a new series.

I'll tell you everything.

You'll miss me, you know.

Did you find the carburetor?

Yes.

Did you start the fire?

It'll warm you up.

Let me know.

I'll give you a hand.

I know you can.

Someone's here.

Who is there?

Who's in there?
Junkie again?

Connette? What's the
matter? What's the matter?

My car broke down.

I was, uh...

I was wondering if I
could call the police.

Oh, of course you can.

I'll call you.

Who is it, Junkie?

No, it's...
someone.

I love you, Junkie.

I love you.

Help yourself.

It's crazy, but I left
my phone at home.

The line's busy. Can
I try another number?

Yes, please.

The answering machine.

Can I buy you something?

Yes, please. The
same, with steel.

What kind of car is it?

A new one, made in Germany.

I don't remember you
being able to drive in A.

A what? When you're a cat?

I said something stupid.

Careful, careful!

I... I... I'm so shy.

Do you have a sponge?
I'm so sorry about that.

Don't touch it. I should
have given you a spoonful.

I get so nervous when it rains.

You're not from
around here, are you?

No, but my family's not far.

They are?

A German shepard next to my
father, a bastard next to my mother.

Still busy.

Lots of stores.

Yes? Hello.

My car broke down.

Where am I?

All�e des Flammes, number 27.

All�e des Flammes, number 27.

I'm Mr. Reiner.

Yes.

See you soon. Thank you.

I'll be there in half an hour.

I'll be there in half an
hour. I'll offer you a spoon.

I'm sure you'd like
to wait in your car.

I'd like to wait here.

If it's no trouble, of course.
Can I have a drink, miss?

Can I have one?

You like the cane!

It was in my pocket.

What's on your mind?

I don't want anything.

Why are you here?

My car broke down.

Kill him!

Don't worry about it.

Go to sleep, bastard.

Listen, Conann, I
didn't know how...

How did you know my name?

What do you want?

Who the hell are you?

Conann, I didn't know
how to reconnect you.

Stop it! Stop it! I
don't know you.

We don't know each other.

But I think I walked through the door
with the head of a dog that I remember.

But Conann, listen
to me. I look funny.

You're disgusting!

Conann! Conann!

Conann! Shut the fuck
up! I don't know you, okay?

Then shut the fuck up!

Conann, it's me, Reiner.
Don't you recognize me?

This dog is easily forgotten.

Conann, but we used to be friends. Don't you
remember? You... You can't have forgotten me.

Vaguely.

What would you like?

A bullet?

This is ridiculous. I know it is.
I've never abandoned you like I did.

I'm disgusting. I make
everything complicated.

Hey! You wanted to see me?

Now I don't.

Conann, listen to me. I haven't thought about you,
about us. What we've been through, it's nothing.

What's nothing?

Remember. Remember. It was...

Living in the now, man.
Don't you have any friends?

No.

You must be totally lost trying
to figure out the past like that.

Hey, listen.

You need to go now.

We've seen each
other. We've changed.

We have our own lives now.

You've expanded.
It's really incredible.

You wanted to show me all this.

But you have to go now.

I had an accident.
I'm really tired.

Conann, I want to sleep with you
one last time. Just one last time.

You're crazy. You're insane.

I won't make a sound. I won't even move.
I just want to deliver it one last time.

Conann!

Conann! You're a poor, sick dog.
You're a pervert. A perverted dog.

I don't know what I
am. That's the problem.

To hell with you.

I didn't come all
this way to hear that.

What did you think? That I'd fall into
your fingers and kill you like a dog?

Conann, you've
destroyed everything.

Get out of my life. I've never seen
you before. I don't know who you are.

I know who you are.
Even if you've forgotten.

Of course I've forgotten.

Rainer the Romantic imagined
this story for my pleasure.

For our pleasure, Conann.

Look, I can explain.

We said we were free to
live without moral constraints.

The only rule was no animals.

That's not a dog. It's Rainer.

Then what is it?

She doesn't look bad,
Sandra. Red always suits her.

You're not her type.

Do you know her? Do
you know her, Sandra?

Listen, Conann, I've got
something to tell you.

I should have started, but
I wanted to sleep with you.

When I saw you like that, I
couldn't take care of myself.

What's up?

You and your
girlfriend are empty.

And you're dead.

Decapitated in midair.

My heart stopped beating.

I hadn't even noticed.

He explained everything.

The pact.

The barbarity.

The death.

Foolishness.

You went the other way, darling.

I don't understand a thing.

That story you
told me last night...

I wanted to play
with you a little.

It's so disgusting to tell
someone they're dead.

Play?

Come on, let's go.

You'll have enough time to
hear about your barbarian past.

Take Sandra and let me live.

I promise I'll fill the
water with our corpse.

I swear to become
the faucet of death.

You got your memory back, Colin?

Recall it as you wish.

I want to live.

Who killed you, love?

All right, then.

Any contract can
be renegotiated.

Get dressed and get your sword.

My memory had returned.

And my barbarian
heart was beating again.

Stronger than death.

My heart was beating
for death on the march.

I fixed the engine,
it's like new.

Look, if you want to keep this
disgusting dog, I can give it to you.

Just hold still.

Just like that, with a
sad look on her face.

You wanted her to die
for you. I did the right thing.

Sanja is now a martyr to love.

Her endless agony will
give you time to say goodbye.

Reiner, leave me like this.

Finish her off, uncle.

Reiner!

Finish her off!

Why didn't you just ask
me if I could die for you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Why
didn't you ask me?

I would have done it for you.

You're the only one...

I've ever loved.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my love.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. You're sorry. I would
have done anything to go back in time.

And go our separate ways.

Excuse me, my love.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?

A little dignity and no cold.

Go on, old girl.

Get it over with.

I moved on to the next part.

No flowers, no wreaths.

Worse and worse,
Conann. No emotion.

My last tears stayed
in my young head.

You won't need to cry anymore now that
the future is smiling on you, big girl.

Come closer, Reiner,
so I can enlarge your lips.

Something tells me we're
going to get some distance.

Over time, masks
come off, things change.

Conann became a demon
and I became a barbarian.

Miracle! I'm a barbarian!

Poor Reiner. You think you're a barbarian,
but you're just a hollow from hell.

Laugh, laugh, but what comes next
will nip you in the bud, damned man.

Conann became an all-powerful
soldier with a heart as dry as a desert.

My worst time. The dirtiest.

Your coldest time, Conann.
Cold and devastating.

What do you see?
Bodies, ruins, neck blood.

Have you ever seen it?

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it,
I'm getting excited.

What's all this?

Old Europe.

I've never seen it before.

Europe is beautiful.

Don't bullshit me, will you?

It's got style. A bit old-fashioned,
but she's got a certain style.

Bloody Europe.

Always proud when
she walks the battlefield.

Playing the innocent,
the virtuous, the cerebral.

You killed Europe.
You can't do that.

You can do anything when
you're armed and heartless.

Sister.

I understood that by wearing the uniform in
Europe, I could reach the pinnacle of power.

Just look at them. The banker,
politician, computer scientist, scientist.

Look at them, how happy they
are swimming in the senses.

And watching us, the barbarian, without panties
and without scruples, doing the dirty work.

The banker. Ah, you know,
he likes it when I piss on him.

That's normal. He spends his
vacations on the Isle of Piss. Piss.

The clean financial
gentleman, he loves it. And the..

. Where does the scientist go?

In China. Eating
bats with hairy youth.

What about traders
and computer scientists?

Far from pollution.
In clean mountain air.

No nitrates, no waves. They
eat organic food and fuck animals.

You make me laugh. What about you?
Isn't he under your vacation, Conann?

In your sex. And in the sex of all
the women who blindly obey me.

From time to time, I'd call
Conann Conann to remind me.

Conann, you've killed us all. You're
going to support us. Finance us.

The new generation. She's waiting by
the door. Didn't you hear the doorbell?

You know, when I draw
blades like that, I find a balance.

I feel like my body was
always made to grip blades.

In fact, take a look. Look at
the dexterity with which I move.

You see? I've become
one with my blades.

They speak to
me. They tell me...

Feed us, my love.
We're hungry for flesh.

They tell me that. They're hungry, the brave
little ones. Can't you see they're hungry?

My shoulder! Shit!

Shit! Shit! Hey, calm down.

You're out of your mind.

There's no point in screaming. The second blade will
be lodged in the back of your throat in 42 seconds.

Stop it. Stop it.

Don't. Don't.

I'm certain the blades were
on sale for me. I'm certain of it.

Please, I'm begging you. Please, I'm begging you.
What do you want to know? Why am I going to kill you?

I'll tell you... out of... love.

I couldn't help it, you know.

I was the avenging hand of hell.

And hell thanked me in its own way,
by kissing me with its thick, yellow air.

Even dead like this, I
think you're beautiful.

You're even more
beautiful dead than alive.

I mean it sincerely, Imla.

You're getting lonelier
and lonelier, I see.

Yes. Alone and proud of it.

Do you want to see my work?

Conann had dug a huge grave,
filled with suffering and misery.

You don't have to kill everyone.
Keep some alive for your own pleasure.

I kill anything that sticks.

And I wait, weapon in
hand, for my worst enemy.

You, Conann? An enemy?
Who scares you so?

My old age. Even more cunning,
crueler and surlier than me.

The next Conann is here. On the prowl, ready to take my place.
And the more the years go by, the closer she gets to my back.

She won't kill you if you agree to
grow old. You're immortal anyway.

A striptease... for me.

Oh, you idiot. Pain answers.

Even immortals
can suffer infinitely.

Illness makes me...

Right away, the
drama, the big words.

Now you're an angel of history,
Conann. You're going up in style.

You're becoming an
angel of history, Conann.

I'm not taking any photos this time.
Memory will take care of the images.

Reiner, I'm dying.

But you're not dead. You'll live
on in the flesh of your future body.

Nothing disgusted me more
than the woman I had become.

You are of your own youth
and the couple of barbarism.

Conann flew over the dying
world with panache and maturity.

I had it all. The
world on my doorstep.

I was safe from want.

But Conann was tired. She
wanted to end her earthly life.

I wanted to become a
patron, an artist's friend.

And become a work of art.

A work of art.

I'm so cold.

I want to go home.

I kept you warm, Conann.

We'd become inseparable.

We watched the world
crumble and time pass.

But I'm tired of
shifting weights.

It's time to move on, Reiner.

Reiner.

You've made up your mind?

Yes.

I can't understand you.

You're too human, Reiner.

That's your tragedy. Or
maybe not human enough.

Madame, your guests are here.

Send them in, Octavia.

Ex-Turil 21,
sculptural architect.

Uma Porn, visual
artist and caricaturist.

Colico Flux, performance poet.

Zurika Demain,
multimedia director.

Diana Dart, artist.

Witch dancer.

Ultralux, musician-activist.

Thank you in advance for turning
off your screens and phones.

No photos, videos or
recordings may be taken.

Please.

Thank you for...

for coming to my table.

You all know me.

And you know how much
I appreciate your work.

This is a very special evening.

For in a few moments,
I'm going to the kitchen,

where a doctor will execute
me in front of the bailiff.

What's this? Is this
some kind of joke?

Please listen to it.

It'll be... painless anesthesia.

Once I'm dead, I'll be
cut up by two top-notch

cooks and prepared
in front of the bailiff.

But, Conann, you've got
everything going for you.

Conann, you're beautiful.

You're rich and
you're still young.

But that's just it, I'm going
to finish, finish with dignity.

Please don't interrupt.

Viruses, wars and the economy
have made you precarious.

Fragile, you artists, the pure.

I chose you for your
commitment and inspiration.

I know you are in need.

And I've decided that you
will inherit my entire fortune.

But on one condition...

that you devour my
prepared, cooked corpse.

It's up to you whether you
leave the fortune or eat me.

Silence, Conann speaks.

I want to be the soil that nourishes
artists and live on in you forever.

In your veins and your flesh.

And no need to comment.

Good-bye, friends.

We'll be back.

Be good.

Awesome.

Crazy.

And despicable. I love it.

I love it.

We're gonna be rich.

Rich.

I'm vegan. Do you eat human
food every day, sweetie?

Do you eat human
food every day, sweetie?

You drink your spit, don't you?

The list goes on.

What's wrong?

What's the matter, Ultra?

Are you gonna take this?

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, Ultra.

We'll be free from want.

We'll be able to
create and redistribute.

But you make me sick.

You have no
convictions, nothing.

No morals.

You're a hypocrite
without a name, Ultra.

You did take money from Conann's
money for your shows, didn't you?

Yes, I did. All the
better to expose her.

You finally have the
chance to eat her, to kill her.

Not kill her, swallow her.

And it's indigestible.

It will infect us, corrupt us.

Those who eat it
will be monsters.

Are you scared?

It doesn't matter, Ultra.
I digest everything.

She'll end up in my shit.

It's what she deserves.

And her stocks,
her mines, her labs...

What are you gonna do with them?

Turn them.

Yeah, turn shit into gold.

We're finally going to create
without a second thought.

Go for the purest of our art.

Without having
to sell ourselves.

You're going to
become barbarians.

No, we're going to
eat it, create it, erode it.

Do what you like.
You disgust me.

I'll leave you my share.

Nice.

Who's with me?

Who's what? Even you, Zurika?

I'm sorry, sir.

But as disgusting
as this is, I'm staying.

Okay, okay. Goodbye, trash.

The great pure. But
she's the worst of us.

She'll be back.

They're funny, the deeds.

Sad.

I want to see everything, hear everything
until the last moment, but not suffer.

With this, no pain, madame.

I've known you braver.

We're going to work with
local cooking, very gently.

Open, empty, stuff.

You'll love it, Madame.

If you don't mind,
madame, we can operate.

Chemistry and alchemy
were taking over my life.

I was becoming a digestible,
respectable barbarian.

I'm going to need some sugar
to wash away the bitterness.

Everything's going
swimmingly, Madame.

And Octavia, she
doesn't inherit?

She's ready to
follow me to my grave.

Ah, is that a true lie, Octavia?

I'd do anything for madame.

You never really liked my
pictures, you can tell me now.

What's the matter with you,
Reyna? This isn't the time.

You think there's
no artistic merit?

It's more of a testimonial,
obsession than art.

The legs are ready. The belly
too, the organs are stuffed.

But still, it's beautiful, isn't it?

Need some recognition, Reyna?

Objectivity. What makes me
different from such an opportunist?

Five, the singer has left us.

Urgency and absence of ulterior motive.

You bet, I'm the purest of them all.

Let me savor these last moments.

We'll have plenty of time to talk
about your state of love in hell.

Look, I'm becoming a lawyer.

I've never felt better.

And what a work, my work,

full of barbarity, betrayal, perversity,
romanticism and deceitful love.

The arms are ready. I've
made a citrus and beet emulsion.

We grilled the spicy wings, then
coated them with a fourteen-berry coulis.

We coated the head.

A still life.

Ah no, he took the heart.

But at last, sir.

I'll keep the heart.

It's a unique specimen,
the toughest I've ever seen.

Madame is served.

At the table, children.

But she's moving.

She's unconscious,
it's the nerves.

Her eyes are open.

Of course, you have
to eat everything.

Everything is finely cooked.
Everything is delicious.

And the hair?

Parmesan and asparagus cream.

Angel hair on
roquefort emulsion.

I'm going for it.

You have to think of
it as a performance.

An absolute, artistic act.

Survival.

She looks at me.

Swallows and lets
go, closing her eyes.

Shit!

Her nipple has planted
itself in my cheek.

There's no heart.

It's from Mr.

Reiner. What's this?
Did he cut back too?

No, I'm not an artist.

Her vagina is sweet.

Sweet potato crushed strawberry
jelly and balsamic vinegar.

You've got her
anise in your spoon.

Avade. You've had
it, you're eating it.

Rose petal on peppercorn.

Fingers are like skulls.

Shellfish consomm�
under grilled flesh.

Rice in her breasts.

Rice pudding in her rum.

With three sheep's cheeses.

Do you eat ass?

Anything, it listens to...

Bones boiled and crushed in a
meander of vegetables with chicken sauce.

The artists swallowed, chewed,
sucked and gobbled without complaint.

Their stomachs were
part intestinal heritage.

Viruses, wars and the economy
have made you precarious.

You, the artists.

The pure.

I chose you for your
commitment and inspiration.

I know you are in need.

And I've decided that you
will inherit my entire fortune.

I chose you because of your
commitment and inspiration.

But only on one condition.

You are free to leave
the fortune or eat it.

I want to be the soil that nourishes
artists and live on in you forever.

In your veins and your flesh.

Don't forget the head.

Not the head!

If we stay, you won't inherit.

I feel like throwing up.

The party harder.

Curiously, I was disgusted.

And I already missed Conann.

We'll touch the head
in five equal parts.

Such is Conann's will.

I don't want the eyes.

But she moans.

It's a sound effect.

There's a diamond in the eye.

There's gold in the skull.

The beginning of fortune.

Madame's idea.

Embellish the choice pieces
with little presents to suck on.

I'm going to die.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

It wasn't that hard.

Self-satisfaction for dessert.

Indigestible pride.

Octave cried for me.

That's what brooms are for.

To do the dirty work.

My body was but a memory.

I was flowing in
the veins of art.

You can see for yourself,
there's nothing left.

Indeed, the five of you are
at the head of a juicy empire.

Your fortune will be managed without
you having to intervene in anything.

You'll receive the dividends, and
you'll be able to create without hindrance.

But we can still
clean up Conann's act.

Conann's business is rotten.

If you want to clean it
up, you'll dry up the sauce.

We have morals.

You ate a woman
anesthetized for her fortune.

Digest, and you'll
see things differently.

I feel like a Conann
and proud of it.

We're going to be famous.

The five of us will take power.

Wonderful.

Give me a kiss, darling.

I'm off to my
corner if it's all over.

I never want to see you again.

I don't care if we
never meet again.

We'll see who's the most famous.

I've got ideas in my head.

Horrors you can't even imagine.

Magnificent. The
machine's on its way.

Can I take a souvenir
photo before dispersal?

But what are you going
to do with these photos?

The photo is a deed.

Okay, but I'm still in control
of my image. Is that all right?

Of course. Stand side by side.

Come on, come on, come on.

There you go, there you go.

Sexier.

Sexier.

Hazier.

I'm going to feel the
barbarian spill over a bit.

That's it, that's it.

And like that. And again.

What do you think?
Do we have regrets?

We're too late.

We've swallowed it all.

But we'll buy you a few
songs, if you're good.

I've been thinking.

They say you can't share.

Oh, yeah? We'll be in the way.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
fortune.

And you came back to lecture us.

You failed.

You're all infected. You're
a poison to art and society.

All right, Ultra. We'll
take it from here.

Anything you say.

Now, let's digest, shall we?

Come on, move it.

Octavian? Take her out, please.

I just wanted to
say one last thing.

Mort!

Mort! Come out, you.

Pushy little barbarian.

You only think of yourself,
but you can't kill me.

You, like all the
others, will die.

And I'm going to
inherit for a good cause.

You're buying your
game, aren't you?

Yes, you fooled me.

I don't want any witnesses.
Give me your photos.

What are you talking
about? You're censoring?

You can't kill death, it's the
order of things, sweetheart.

I swear to God.

I don't understand
a word you're saying.

I'm death.

Don't you get it?

You're a dog-faced bailiff.

Ah, you're beautiful, you know.

I used to have a heart.

Not for much longer.

Yes.

I had a heart.

And I'm proud of it.

Touch�.

Touche.

It was beating for
you, that heart, Conann.

No one but me, Reiner.

I'm the most
barbaric of barbarians.

The indomitable Conann.

I'll always be there for you.

Do you have any regrets?

An ocean of regrets.

Conann was now a living hell.

Condemned to recover his memory.

And I, condemned to
lose and find Conann.

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