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It was all my fault. I knew I couldn't get out of it.

You've never tried sex before?

Yes, like all girls. A few insignificant caresses.

But the disgust was so great that I walked away almost immediately.

Except that night. To prove to myself that I was just like everyone else.

Do you feel the same disgust for all men or just some?

All men. But that night, when...

I was with him in the dark and everything was going pretty well.

Then, when I saw his face and especially his eyes, I started to get scared.

Wasn't your father at the villa that night?

No.

But you never trusted him.

Never. Since then, since that night

I've never been back to the villa.

I went to take refuge with a young friend of my mother.

Elena took me in and protected me.

Was this before your father's death?

Did he agree to all this?

Yes, but I would have killed myself rather than go home.

With Elena, it was wonderful.

Beatrice, wake up, little one.

Breakfast is ready.

Do you hear me?

How sleepy you are.

So...

Le me clean my girl

But hey, look.

You loved my mother very much, didn't you?

I sure did.

Like me? Were you that close?

Well, your mother was already married when I met her.

Not a little brat like you.

You always treat me like a baby!

Are you angry? Do you want to fight? Do you? Let's fight!

Hit me! Scratch me! Kill me!

Idiot!

Miss!

Didn't you see me?

It's very unwise to cross without looking.

However, these things do happen.

I'm sorry this happened to you. My name is Marc Raverak.

Ah, the writer.

In person. You don't think I'm going to let you go alone now!

With all those packages, you could have another accident.

Will you let me take you home?

-Thank you. -Good!

Ready to load.

Four,

Five and six,

- And seven. - Thank you. Bye!

Careful, don't drop them, eh?

Shall I accompany you inside?

No, thank you.

That'll do.

Bye!

Bye.

Beatrice.

Do you ever get bored with me?

No, never.

I don't understand why you're asking me this.

I don't know. Maybe you could use a friend.

I'm fine with you. I'm happy.

I don't want anything else. I've got everything. And you?

My dear, I'm so happy with you. Immensely.

What I would do without you...

Hi, there. You've been modest in your purchases today.

Will you give me five minutes?

No, I'm afraid I can't.

Come on.

I can't.

Only five minutes, come on!

Well...

It took a lot of convincing, didn't it?

What would you say if the author himself read you a few pages?

I hope so.

Let's sit here.

Let's hope there are no ants. I hate them.

So...

"Excuse me," the editor said to the director.

This long article on the elections that I brought you this morning

And which will take nearly half a page,

Do you know how long it took me to write it?"

Director: "No."

Editor: "Can you imagine?"

"Only in two hours. I swear."

"But it's nothing. I read it in five minutes and threw it in the trash."

You know, I have an idea for a new novel right now.

Is it a secret?

Yes, but not to you.

It's the story of a young woman...

who meets a famous writer and, to attract his attention...

She drops her packages on the floor.

Oh it's raining!

To the car.

Fuck!

Can I help you?

Is it something serious?

To be honest, I don't really know anything about cars.

Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry, Elena.

Shut up and drink.

You don't owe me anything...

No explanations.

You're free. You can do whatever you want.

And did you enjoy the experience?

Why are you ashamed?

Come on, Beatrice. Don't be a little girl.

Didn't you feel the same disgust for Elena as you do for men?

Or were you completely satisfied and happy with her?

Yes, but at the same time I felt guilty.

I knew it was wrong, that it wasn't normal, but I couldn't give it up.

And Marc?

I continued to see Marc.

He showered me with attention and gifts.

He took me to museums and churches,

to concerts

and he made me read what he wrote.

why did you continue to go out with him if you were satisfied with Elena?

Maybe because he was a rich and famous writer?

Yes, and also because he saw me as an adult,

with whom to exchange ideas, not a little girl like...

Like Elena?

Mhm.

Do you know Tuarino Park?

No, I'd never been there.

It's the heart of Africa, just a few kilometers from Paris.

Scared?

Maybe, if I were alone.

Do you trust me?

Of course, obviously.

And are you comfortable in my company?

I prefer yours to the lions'.

And how would you like to live like this, always?

So, with lions?

Not with me.

In other words, it's a marriage proposal.

No!

Long live honesty!

No, I mean, I've never thought about it.

Start thinking about it now.

Impossible!

- It can't be! - Beatrice!

Impossible!

Beatrice, it's dangerous!

Beatrice, what's wrong?

What's happened?

Are you sick?

Come in with me!

Come on!

Come here.

But what happened?

I can't!

What can't you?

I can't, I can't!

- I can't, it's impossible! - Calm down, Beatrice!

Oh Elena!

Please calm down!

- Look at me, Elena! - What happened?

Hold me tight!

I, I, I...

- Am I okay? - Yes you are.

Hold me tight!

Yes, yes!

Now sit back and relax.

You'll see that it will pass.

Undress.

Yes, darling.

So you'll tell me calmly, eh?

All right, now...

That's all, thank you.

Two friends like us, they have to tell each other everything.

They must always be close to each other.

Always close.

Closer and closer.

Yes, I love her

But our love was unnatural

It deprives me of the happiness of truly being a woman.

To be a mother.

Every day, I asked myself more questions about my existence.

The thought of my relationship with Elena filled me with shame.

But did you at least try to react,

to fight against those instincts?

Yes, but in the meantime I'd fallen back into it.

Until the day Marc came back.

And I took the opportunity to cut it all off.

That's when I agreed to marry him.

And you didn't think that sexually, she couldn't cooperate with him?

I'd almost completely forgotten about that aspect.

Marc was so delicate.

He'd never done anything I didn't like.

No attempts, not even gestures.

And then there was a lot of understanding between us

and an affinity of tastes and feelings.

Thoughts?

It'll be okay, yeah?

Make yourself beautiful. I'll be right back.

Turn it off, please.

No.

Let me see you.

You're so beautiful.

Don't be afraid.

I love you, you know.

He thought I was screaming for another reason.

Not because of the disgust and terror I felt.

I had the strength to control myself and pretend.

Didn't you feel any pleasure?

Just repulsion, nothing else.

Inexpressible repulsion.

But was it clumsy?

Brutal?

As far as my experience allows me to judge, no.

He was very delicate, but...

But...

But?

The words he whispered were the same ones I'd heard before.

Exactly the same words.

When? Where?

Tell me everything.

You must tell me everything without hiding anything.

My father's words.

That was a nice show you put on tonight.

I should never have accepted that invitation.

Like a whore you shamelessly treated yourself.

With this man, you don't even know.

That's enough, stop it!

Look at the state you've reduced yourself to.

Disgusting!

No, let me go!

No, let me go!

Leave me alone!

Françoise, what are you doing?

I love you, you know?

I still love you.

Put the gun away.

Put it away!

I love you, Françoise.

I've never told anyone.

I couldn't denounce my father.

The investigation, as you yourself know, ended in a mistrial,

and the killer was never found.

But I know my father killed her.

Well, how can you be sure?

Have you seen it with your own eyes?

No.

All I heard was a scream, then a gunshot.

And maybe another scream.

I don't remember well, it's all so confusing.

I also found my mother's diary.

On the last page, she wrote that she was pregnant from a stranger

and she didn't have the courage to tell my father.

I need to see those papers.

Did you return to the villa after your father's death?

No, never again after the funeral.

And your husband?

After that first night, I didn't have the courage to face him.

I felt I had to escape right away,

just like my father escaped, after killing my mother.

I went back to her.

To her?

Yes, Elena.

It's clear, Beatrice.

She loves you as she loved your mother.

With her, these two affections overlap and merge.

What do you want, dear?

Nothing.

I have a nice surprise for you tonight.

You'll see that you'll have fun.

Look, it's a paradise.

Are you still sad?

Think about reality.

Think about the things that matter.

Now we'll be happy, we'll always be together, you and me.

It's all over now.

No?

Come on.

My little one, don't be sad.

You'll never see him again.

Ever.

Darling.

Mr. Raverac.

Ah, you know me?

Let's just say that the portrait I've been given of you is pretty similar.

However, I imagined it differently.

You imagined me as a Gorgon.

No, not exactly.

More like...

Say... Say exactly what you think.

Don't be afraid of being rude.

You imagined me in a different way, didn't you?

Where's Beatrice?

Come.

Please come in.

Beatrice is free.

And she alone has chosen the path she wishes to follow.

She is the master of her own life.

I'd like to see her.

She's still very weak, I don't know if she's emotionally...

I want to see her. That is my right.

Oh, yes. Your right.

Wasn't that nice?

Just leave without a word.

Without explanation.

I couldn't explain anything, Marc.

As you can see, I've found you again.

And in the meantime I've learned a few things.

Tell me you don't love me and I'll leave.

I can't tell you because it wouldn't be true.

So?

Please, Marc, don't torture me.

Would you rather I left?

You don't want to live with me anymore?

It's not like that.

I'd love to, but...

Here's the solution.

Marc can stay as a guest.

The house is big enough, isn't it?

Of course it is.

"With love" - Marc

"I love you" - Marc.

Blow hard.

Come and see, darling.

Is that for me?!

It's so beautiful!

When can I put it on?

Even now, if you want!

- Go upstairs, we'll wait for you here. - Then I'm going.

And this is my latest book, dedicated to my dear little wife.

What a surprise!

Thank you. Good evening.

How are you?

Anna.

Excuse me...

Hi, how are you?

It was very kind to invite me

Did you know I'd come?

Yes.

Are you happy?

Really?

Besides, I'm here tonight in a non-professional capacity,

- Just as a friend. - Oh, yeah?

- A true friend. - Yeah.

Sincerely.

- Who, Paulo? - Yes.

But he's an exhibitionist.

No.

Dear, We drink, then home.

Then Marisa got drunk.

But I didn't believe it.

Please excuse me.

Sorry, Doctor.

Excuse me a moment.

It's a new psychological technique derived from Indica philosophy.

You stay here. Don't move.

Okay, Mom.

Let's go.

When she told him she was pregnant, as she wrote in her diary,

My father killed her. How horrible.

I mean, are you convinced that your father murdered your mother?

- Yes, I'm convinced. - And that's after making love to her?

Of course, I'm sure.

And I've heard it.

Why am I not normal?

Why am I not like everyone else?

But you're not abnormal.

You've suffered a violent shock.

Let me think,

Come and see me tomorrow.

In my studio, eh?

Your body is in perfect health.

That's where something's wrong.

But we'll fix it.

Do you have the most complete and blind trust in me?

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Then you must obey me.

Blindly.

Even if the treatment I'm about to give you requires a great deal of sacrifice.

And even if it seems very strange at first.

Yes.

You see, Beatrice, your case is quite complex.

You think your father killed your mother that night immediately after making love.

And that's where it comes from

Your fear is that someone will have you.

Also, when you saw your mother at the ball

You've become convinced that true love is what wears a mask.

I'll heal you by making you

live through an experience similar to this one.

I'm afraid, Doctor.

Is there no other way?

Do you really want to heal and become normal again?

Yes, Doctor, yes.

I can't live like this anymore.

So listen, you're going to have to meet a man.

And have intimate relations with him.

But without ever seeing his face.

But how can this be?

There's nothing to worry about.

I'll take care of it.

Stay home, I'll call you tomorrow, eh?

Be ready.

Nervous?

No.

Ah, darling, would you mind give me a martini?

Here you go

Thank you.

- Marc, do you want some? - What?

- Do you want some? - Ah yes.

Okay.

Thank you.

Beatrice, my angel, stop being anxious.

You're making me seasick.

Come and sit here, next to me.

Look at these...

I like the blue one,

What do you think?

Thank you.

Yes?

This is me.

Today?

Yes, as we agreed.

Is it really certain?

Yes, just a moment.

I'll write it down.

Good.

Yes.

All right, then.

Goodbye.

Who was it?

Ah, nothing, a buyer for Dad's villa.

Oh.

When Beatrice's father died, he entrusted her to me.

I understand, her Father.

All right, then.

But you were friends with her mother, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

But was her mother completely normal?

I mean...

That she was crazy and so on.

Okay.

And the husband had a lover.

Where are you going with this?

Elena.

Please listen to me.

You've got to be straight with me, for Beatrice's sake.

I'm treating your friend, but to do so, I need to know all about her family.

Do you understand now?

I don't like to talk about the past.

However, Beatrice's father...

He was an exceptional man.

And he didn't deserve the woman he had.

So I...

I was so young, so cold.

So inexperienced.

He had decided to divorce her and to marry me.

But despite this, he had never asked me for anything.

He was a kind man.

First, he wanted...

that I become his wife.

And then...

One evening.

My darling!

Elena, it's over between us.

Forget all my promises.

We can never see each other again.

Never again.

But why?

What happened?

I can no longer divorce my wife.

She's a sick woman.

The clinic's head-doctor told me today.

I can't leave her.

If I did it now, I'd be a coward.

I must abandon you.

Forever.

Oh, no, darling! Not this, never!

I love you.

I don't want to lose you.

I love you too, Elena.

And I'm in a lot of pain.

Even though I'm not your wife.

I want to be yours at the same time.

No one else's.

You'd just make it harder for me, darling.

I'm all yours.

At least one last time, darling.

It was the last time he would allow it.

And I kept my promise.

Never to belong to any other man.

But not to a woman.

Good-bye, Doctor.

Elena.

Why Beatrice?

She's the daughter of the only man I've ever loved.

She's a bit like him.

You don't love Beatrice.

You're selfish.

But you don't understand.

- You're sick. - Stop it!

No, there's no love between you.

Beatrice is suffering from this situation.

You never knew how to give her, not even a little human warmth.

You treat her like an object.

Without even trying to understand her.

I love Beatrice.

Even if through her I still love her father.

I can't say to her how I feel

She wouldn't understand me.

But I don't want to hurt her.

I just want to...

protect her and keep her always close to me.

She came to me.

Alone.

I never forced her.

You have no right to separate...

two people who love each other.

She loves me! She only lives well with me!

She doesn't think about stupid principles.

Please excuse me.

It's ridiculous to act like this in front of people.

Elena, but I'm a friend.

Hi

Good evening, Elena.

Where's Beatrice?

In her room, I think.

What's going on with you? Is something wrong?

Of course, is it possible you haven't noticed

how strange Beatrice has been lately?

No, why? Did you have a fight?

No, worse.

Beatrice has changed.

I think she must be in a relationship with someone.

She obviously has her needs.

I see this doesn't seem to worry you too much.

Why should it?

Everyone is free to find happiness wherever they want.

What about us?

Clearly, our affection isn't enough.

Oh, Marc, don't act dumb.

Beatrice is cheating on you.

She has a lover.

And you want to pretend like there's nothing?

You're doing enough worrying already.

Anyway, I don't think Beatrice has a lover.

But I do.

Hello

Do you feel tired today?

Oh no, as soon as I get up, it's always like this.

But I'm not tired.

I feel great.

And I'm hungry.

What are you looking at?

I've decided to buy a house for us.

It's very near.

I'd like you to come and see it with me.

If you don't mind, of course.

Not at all, in fact, when?

I made an appointment for today at half past five.

No, I can't.

I've got an appointment... with the hairdresser.

That's okay, I can reschedule. Whenever you want.

- Let's do it tomorrow afternoon. - All right, then.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Hi.

Thank you.

Come in.

The garden is also included in the price?

Of course, and why not?

Oh nice.

It's a little rustic.

It's adorable!

How I wish I had a house like this.

To furnish as I wish.

All to myself.

Well it's for you. As long as you want it.

You're so sweet, Marc.

I don't deserve it.

Don't be silly.

How about a nice fire?

Yes!

I also found some cognac.

You want?

I'd love to.

Thanks.

To your home.

- It feels so good. - It does?

Come.

No.

No, don't!

Don't, please, Marc. Excuse me.

Beatrice, it's okay.

I don't want to force you.

I can wait.

We'll have time.

Oh my god! It's getting late. I must be going.

Do you always keep your appointments?

Yes, I do, Doctor.

Just like you told me.

Every day at six in the afternoon.

You're taking care of yourself with this

And you're healing.

Or at least...

I hope so.

But one thing's for sure.

You're pregnant.

But that's not possible!

Don't you believe me?

I mean... it's scary.

Not at all!

It's wonderful.

You're going to tell the man in charge,

and I'm sure he'll want to make amends.

But I don't like this man.

For me, he's nothing more than a tool for healing.

You may love him without knowing it.

No, I love my husband.

You feel friendship and esteem for your husband,

but not love.

At least from the psychiatric point of view

You're perfectly cured.

In seven months' time, for the birth, you'll go to this clinic.

And what do I do now?

Here's the address.

But doctor, what should I do with my life?

My dear.

Your life is now in your hands.

It's up to you to decide.

See you soon, and good luck.

- Are you leaving? - Yes, I am.

Everything has an end.

Marc, I have to admit something to you.

I have a lover.

I'm sorry about that.

No, Beatrice.

It's not necessary. I know all about it.

It is with my permission that Dr. Henry Moir has experimented this therapy on you.

And I knew all...

all the risks.

No excuses.

That would be pointless.

And now, sit down, my dear.

I need to tell you a few things about your past,

and this is something you absolutely must know.

Dr. Moir pieced it all together.

Your mother was neurasthenic.

And everything she wrote in her diary was pure fantasy.

Your father has always been good to her,

and the truth has been hidden from you.

It was only because he thought you'd be traumatized.

Your mother...

she killed herself.

No, my father killed her.

She was pregnant.

No, she wasn't.

The autopsy proved otherwise.

In this diary are your father's last notes.

Read them.

Dr. Moir found it in your papers.

"And above all, Beatrice must never know..."

"about her mother's illness,"

"or how she died"

"because she'd be traumatized"

"since she's so sensitive."

Poor Papa, if I only knew!

I love you, Marc.

Yes, I know.

It's a spiritual love.

No, I don't know, maybe I can...

Really?

Could you?

But are you sure?

Goodbye, Beatrice.

Beatrice, what's wrong?

It's over.

With Marc?

Everything is over.

And perhaps it all begins again.

Beatrice...

Listen, today, we need to talk.

I don't know if I love her or my husband,

But I'm having a baby.

What? A baby?

Marc!

Marc...

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