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Mum!

Yes. What?

- What are you looking for? - A time machine to get out of here.

I can't find anything. All my stuff's gone.

It's so dark. Can I open the door?

I don't know where your dad's put it. We dumped it here.

Eva didn't give us much notice.

My clothes have gone.

- We threw them away. -I don't believe it.

It's as if I'd disappeared.

You wiped me out.

No...

It will be fine, son. Just fine.

You think so?

Come on. Let's have brunch.

NUDE

Tomato salad?

Don't you have knives?

They're weapons, dear.

We don't say anything because you stay inside but...

I wouldn't want the neighbours to see you.

You can't just sit around all day fully clothed.

It's allowed at home, right?

Inside, yes. Outside, the neighbours can see you.

- And clothes are bad for you. -Why?

They're full of bisphenol and chemicals, especially the 80s stuff.

Franck...

I'm respected in this town.

I was an honest, hardworking cop. Please don't show me up.

The Transparency Law says you can't mock people's appearance.

-I know. - It's great. No more judging.

What's your point?

Can we talk man to man?

Yes. I don't know... Goon.

Are you reluctant to show your penis?

- We should be proud of God's gifts. - Sure, but...

Are you worried it's too small?

No, I'm not. And mine isn't... It's normal.

I'm no better endowed and your mum's never complained.

Stop it, Dad. I don't care.

Nature hasn't been kind to our family in that respect.

As we say, we have teeny-weeny peenies.

It used to bother me. But with the Transparency Law...

They come in all shapes and sizes. It's wonderful.

Back to your old self, aren't you?

- Let's have a fight... -I don't want to.

-Dad! - Scared of losing?

Let go. You're all sticky!

Let go. You're too fucking sticky!

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine...

We were just mucking around, right?

Sorry.

Newsflash. The aftermath of Jean Lanvin's murder...

- What's going on? - Jean Lanvin's been killed.

The man behind the Transparency Law. He was a wise man, like Gandhi.

This heinous act will not go unpunished.

The terrorists who did it deserve to die.

The symbolism of this murder in a mode! town like ViUefranche is obvious.

People tell me “It's so nice and peaceful here, Mayor!”

Yes

We owe that to the Transparency Law

but also to your daily involvement as citizens.

Sure.

Transparent rhymes with vigilant.

Cameras and face-recognition systems are all very good.

But without the combined efforts of all,

crime would return and terrorism would strike again.

No one wants the dark years back.

Who's he?

Nudity is for everyone...

Simoni, the mayor.

Not just for healthy bodies. Living in harmony is everyone's right.

Bullshit...

Jean...

We'll never forget you.

You were a true son of Villefranche.

We'll find the culprits

and I'm not afraid to say

we'll hang them by their balls.

Can I change channels?

Perhaps

to help him...

we need some kind of transition.

- He's not going out with clothes on! - Of course not.

- He'll get over it. - He could try harder.

It's difficult for him.

Nat...

We need to make our son a good citizen.

In memory of Jean.

He's up there, watching us.

What will he think of us?

Hey! Here come our guests!

Hello...

Peony flans! What a good idea.

- Are we first? - Yes. Make yourselves at home.

Isn't Franck here?

He'll be down in a minute. This is for him, right?

Get him out of his comfort zone, hug him... He has to get used to physical contact.

Sure. All right...

How's the investigation going

I can't say anything. It's confidential.

Of course. Such a sad business...

I swear we'll find the fuckers who killed Jean Lanvin.

Everyone's arriving at the same time!

Come on in...

A drop of red wine is always welcome.

Thanks. Make yourselves at home.

He's in his room. He'll be down eventually.

No.

- Franck... - What?

Everyone's here.

Here he is!

Hi there.

How are you?

Good to see you, pal.

- You're looking good. - Really?

Hi...

Look... Isn't all this nice?

Hello.

- When's the big coming-out? - We're taking it slowly.

Well... that's good.

We'll have to take the plunge at some stage.

Yes, my boy.

As Jean Lanvin said, you're happier naked.

That's what I say!

Anyone for beer?

-I wouldn't say no. - One here.

Head or no head?

- No head. - Same here.

Lucie, can I have a word?

- If this is about the past... - No, it's not that.

When the law was introduced, did anyone refuse to go naked?

Yes, of course.

The recalcitrants.

They never go out...

They work from home, do odd jobs, live alone or with family.

- How many do that? - About ten per cent of the population.

It's freed up public spaces. No more crowded public transport.

Bread, please.

- It's sad. - They're mostly clothes lovers.

Like shopkeepers. Some became depressed and just vanished.

You won't become a recalcitrant, will you?

Of course not.

I wanted to see you. The thing is...

I've had another parking problem.

You know, with my private vehicle...

So... that's all.

The quinoa's nice.

Well, mate...

You have to come to the gym.

You need to lose this.

It's all about CrossFit now.

I started out with a garage. I put up exercise stuff, tyres...

- Tyres? - And cement blocks. Heavy stuff.

Anything, as long as it hurts.

Try it out. Heaps of girls come for the Kegel classes.

- What's Kegel? - Vagina toning.

Some can crack nuts with theirs. You'd better be ready!

How about a selfie?

- Let's do it! - Come on...

Ready...

Come on, Franck...

- Don't make us beg. - Come on!

- Come on... - Next to your parents.

Here we go.

Pass!

-1-0. - Thank you.

Foul!

Come on! It's fun. We'll teach you.

Stop drinking!

Give me a break. I'm not a kid.

Your mum's right. You're convalescing.

Stop it, bare-arses!

- Get off my case. - That's enough, Franck!

Have you seen yourselves?

Think you make me want to do it?

No...

I'm keeping my dignity.

Fuck the lot of you!

I'm unhappy.

I want my wife back.

I want my life back.

Franck, stop looking back!

Eva...

I'm going for a walk.

Where are you going?

- You can't go out like that! - Stay here.

Get off me... I'm not stripping.

Get off me!

Come on...

It's all right.

You're my mate. Everything's fine.

Feeling better?

Can I borrow your car?

- Where are you going? - Just out.

I really need some fresh air.

How are you going to do it?

Hi there.

I'm back, darling.

You don't get it, do you?

What do you want?

You're unique. I can't imagine...

Is something wrong, my dear?

Subtitles: Odile Blandeau Robyn Fallick