Original subtitles

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Hubbub

-Quiet!

-How's the tiara? Do you feel it? -Mmm.

-Come on up, Gérard.

-Don't move, don't move too much.

-Get in the face too. -I'm borderline.

-Why are you brushing her? She's not a pony, stop it.

-Wait, lift your head a little.

What's the model's name? -I can't remember.

-Should I speak to him in English? -I'm French.

-I'm glad. I heard you were American.

-I'm American too. -All right, then.

Go ahead, do your thing, go ahead, move.

Photo

Raise your head.

Photo

The look.

Yes, that's good. Photo

Everyone's quiet now, the little one is fine.

Pictures

Yes, that's good.

It's elegant.

A little higher up, the eyes. Photo

...

That's good.

...

Come back a little, you look sad, can't we do something...

Explosion and glass breakage

What the hell?! -Are you all right, is anyone hurt?

-Gérard!

-Told ya. -It'll be my fault!

-You're such an asshole! You could have added a spotlight!

-We never have time for you!

-You're pissing me off! I'm sick and tired of working with jerks.

-I didn't have time! Stop yelling.

-You never have time! Shut the fuck up!

A door slams.

-He's gone.

-(Isn't it true?)

-I know him, he's not coming back.

-What, are we stopping? -How do you want to continue?

-I brought back the contract for the girl.

-Am I free?

-We'll call you back.

-Thank you.

Conversations

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Clarinet solo

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Harry?

*Jazz New Orleans

The baby cries.

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Laura babbles.

*...

Someone enters.

*...

-Niki...

I can't find my keys.

Care to join me? This way, we don't just bump into each other.

-Is the nanny on her way? -Yes, she is.

-I'll buy you a washing machine.

High tones on the violin

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-La Machine infernale", Cocteau. On stage!

Take "Come. Close your eyes.

-Come here. Close your eyes.

Don't cheat.

Count up to 50.

-One, two, three...

-(Niki, these delays, we have to do something. something, a little discipline).

-Six,

seven, eight...

Ah!

You?!

-Me! Me! Me! Me! The Sphinx!

-I'm beginning to understand your methods.

-Good, stop there.

And now...

I'm going to give you a show.

Abandon yourself.

If you resist, you'll only succeed to make my task more delicate

and I might hurt you.

-I'll resist.

-No need to close your eyes, turn your head away,

because it's neither by singing nor by looking that I operate.

But cleverer than a blind man,

more bloodthirsty than birds,

more attentive than the snake that moistens its prey with saliva.

Invisible above all.

Invisible and majestic the blood flow of statues.

A thread that binds you.

And you'd beg for mercy.

And I... I have a hole.

A woman sings a jazz tune

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-How did you manage to leave Boston?

-I... I wouldn't even know where to begin... there are so many reasons...

-Jacky, Jacky!

This is Pierre.

-How do you do? Incredible, this place.

-And the musicians are American.

-All the Americans are in Paris. -Only the best.

-Jacky asked me why we left the United States.

-Your mother.

-My mother?

Seriously? Maybe, maybe my mother.

My mother,

it's better than yours, isn't it?

-I'd better not tell anyone his last nice thing.

-We want to know.

You have to tell. -Do you mind?

-Come on.

-I was pregnant with Laura, we had just found out,

and she invited me for tea at her house to have an abortion.

-Anyway, yes, uh...

My grandmother gave me enough money to escape.

We're in Paris. -Yes, we are.

-We're fine.

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Muffled whistling

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-Ah!

Disturbing theme

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Metal shock

Someone is coming up the stairs.

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Key in the lock

-Niki?

-Oh, God.

-Woh woh woh woh woh.

How are you?

-Can you crush me?

Oh...

She coughs.

Um...

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Dramatic theme

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-André!

She painted 18th-century statues statues in red.

-What does this mean?

-This is serious. They won't take it back

unless she consults a psychiatrist.

-Please be quiet.

Well, speak up.

In the kitchen,

I don't want to see you anymore!

-Bless us Lord, bless this meal.

Provide bread for those who have none.

-Amen.

-André is the sex of the statues she painted.

He coughs.

-I don't see the point.

Keep your cool.

Tinkerbell

-(She wasn't like that before.)

(Sadistic.)

-(Mom?)

-Shut up!

(Something is wrong)

(in his head.)

He taps his fist.

-(Don't be so silly. She's not crazy.)

Distressing minimalist theme

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She whimpers.

... ...

-Niki?

-No.

Niki cries.

Distressing theme

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-I don't usually receive urgent emergencies,

I hope it's important.

How are you feeling?

Thank you very much.

I'm going to ask you to leave,

so I can talk to your husband.

We open a door.

-Really?

...

-Niki?

Niki?

...

-This is me.

-Yes, I recognize you.

They're so pretty your colors.

-Ms. Mathews?

Ms. Mathews, we've been looking for you everywhere.

-Could I have colors like him?

-It's his equipment. -I could have some brought in.

-We'll follow protocol. -(Why?)

-First, the treatment.

Sizzling

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-Is it any good?

-Just a moment.

Whenever you like.

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Voices echo, a door creaks.

...

Someone is approaching.

-Can I have some glue?

-Not at the moment, sorry.

-It's not much, I can't kill myself with glue. I can't kill myself with glue.

-The rules are strict: no.

-But who makes the rules?

-A little patience.

-I need to do something, okay?!

-Stop this scandal.

-No! No! This place is driving me crazy!

This place is driving me crazy! I'm freezing!

I'm so hungry! I shake all the time, plus, it's rat-infested!

-Stop screaming, or I'll have to sedation.

She screams.

-We do our utmost

to accompany you.

It's not this place that's driving you crazy.

There are no rats.

-I want to see Dr. Cossa.

-He's out of town, as you know.

Would you like to see Dr. Masson instead?

-No.

-Come on, trust the doctors.

You need to rest now.

...

-Laura?

-Thank you darling, thank you very much.

-When was the last time last time?

-Do you know how long

they still want to keep me?

Harry, how long did he say?

Crystalline theme

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Shrill chirping of a bird

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Uh-huh.

Someone is typing.

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How long have you been doing this? -I'm not sure.

They won't give me glue so I have no choice but to hide.

-You enter here with suicidal impulses.

The normal rule,

is no activity the first month.

-I don't get it.

-Louise, bring me his file.

-Here you are, Doctor. -Thank you, Doctor.

In general, the treatment is so intense

that no patient

has the strength to do anything else.

Obviously, you're an exception.

-Is that for me?

Thank you.

Can my husband can bring me colors?

-Yes, we'll do that.

How are you feeling?

-Good.

Well, I don't feel...

I'm feeling better.

-Any dark thoughts?

Do you still feel threatened?

-No.

-Do you eat well?

-Yes, I'm fine.

-Behavior improves...

We can now move on to psychotherapeutic methods.

And then, if your condition continues over the next few weeks,

we will consider a return to your home.

-Really?

-Yes, well, we'll see. -Will we?

-Let's take our time. Let's be careful.

-Yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

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(We'll make the little leaves like this, ti ti ti ti...)

(Oops.)

-Laura?

Come on, we're going to the beach.

-Thank you, Marion. I'll sort you out later, OK?

Enjoy yourselves.

Phone

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-Niki? -Yeah?

-I don't care, I don't want to be an actress anymore.

-You don't care.

-I've never been able to stand being told:

"Do this, do that."

"Stand there!"

Bresson or another, I don't care.

I want to make my own creation. There you go.

It's my vocation,

found in a madhouse.

What's that?

-My father.

-What does he want? -I don't know what he wants.

-Can I get you anything?

-Yes, I'll have some water, please.

Distressing theme

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She vomits.

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No, no, no, no.

No, doctor, no!

-How could he to write such a thing?

That's crazy.

-Did you burn it?

-Look, I'm your doctor,

you've just spent six weeks here. It's madness.

I don't see how how a man like him,

who was raised...

-He tried... -In faith...

Catholic morality,

can transgress, as he says.

-He tried to make me his mistress.

-What did he do?

You don't remember.

-What he wrote.

-If he wants to keep you

locked in here,

he just has to keep writing those letters.

-But you don't know him.

My mother spent all her time telling him he was a runner,

crying, counting his mistresses, he seduced all he could.

-I assure you, it can't be true.

Anyway, he's... he's no good.

than you think.

-I don't believe in asking forgiveness when you haven't done anything.

You read that letter, didn't you, did you read it a lot?

-Three times.

-Will you always remember?

-Yes. I promise.

Melancholy trumpet solo "Mea culpa", Georges Jouvin

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They dance.

-They're all over the place. -Great dancers.

-Did you see the three at the top? they're making the rounds.

Who's going to win?

-Ants, normally.

-The wasp, it has its little hooks, doesn't it?

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Birds chirping, crickets

...

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-Do you want me to help you?

-No, I'm fine.

-They're very, very beautiful these new paintings.

-Yes, but the problem,

is that I don't have a good enough technique

to express

everything I want to say.

I have to go to school.

-No, you don't.

-Yes.

-You read all the books, visit all the museums.

There's no better school.

-You say that because you made one.

In Boston, people were already telling me I painted like a ten-year-old.

-Maybe it's her

who needs to talk. -Who needs to talk?

The ten-year-old.

We want you, Niki, we want you.

Not another painter.

And for that,

there's only one direction possible.

You have to go there.

Hm?

-Perhaps.

(in English)

-Here? -Yes.

(in Spanish)

-No, no, my baby's fine. He's tiny, but he's fine.

The car stops.

-Hey? What's up?

Te la puedes cuidar.

"Mea Culpa - George Jouvin

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The newborn cries.

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-Como lo vas a llamar? -Philip.

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I'm honoured to present my work to you.

Hugues has told me so much about you,

thank you so much for coming it's lovely.

-It's a beautiful artists' haven environment.

-And with a toilet for thirty, the atmosphere is truly unique.

I arrived here a few weeks ago.

-And why stop painting on this part?

-I don't know, it's something it's something that comes,

an image, an emotion.

I don't care about the details.

-And what about these additional materials?

-Yes.

I need it.

-Why?

-Um...

I started with that, maybe. Then I...

Because there are...

there's something faster with matter than with paint.

It's got to come out fast. -Right, yes.

There is something, there's no denying it,

but you must free yourself from your influences.

-You don't need it. -This, this.

I've never seen that.

You're on the right track.

Don't try to to go faster than the music.

I'll wait for you outside.

-I told you, collages, material like that,

maybe this isn't the time.

But if he says to insist, you must... to others, he says stop.

I'm going to catch him.

...

Niki screams.

Disturbing theme

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-Tinguely!

Mysterious theme

...

-Hi, there. I didn't mean to bother you, sorry.

-What did you want?

-You were making a hell of a noise. -I just got dumped, so...

-Really, by whom? -Drouin.

Do you know him?

Jean, right?

-Jean.

-Want to see what I'm doing?

-What did the gallery owner say? -I don't even remember.

He didn't even look at it.

But I didn't explain it very well, I think.

-If we knew how to explain what we do,

we'd be merchants, wheelbarrow salesmen.

It's art that's like that. a beast for the pigs to sell.

We make poetry, it's not the same.

It's a disease, when you have it, you can't do anything else.

-Me, it's true, it really is my disease.

-It's true for me too.

-For me, it literally out of the psychiatric hospital.

Jean Tinguely laughs.

-Then it's your health.

He lifts a leaf.

And what's this?

-These are my castles.

It's inspired by Parc Güell, do you know it?

Gaudi, in Barcelona.

It's extraordinary, I'll do that one day,

I want to do something monumental, crazy and beautiful.

-We can do anything.

I'm good at making machines

that are useless.

Do you want to go to the workshop? I'll introduce you introduce you to my wife's boyfriend.

-What about him? -He's nice.

He's just spent 26 months in Algeria, and he's talking a lot...

He is traumatized.

Are you coming?

-Yes.

And you sell?

-Why, you want to buy me something?

-What, a machine? -Yeah, I'm hungry.

-Perhaps.

-Sometimes I sell.

But you have to be prepared to go through misery.

Miro excelled when he made one meal a day.

-What are you saying, big mouth? -I'm talking about money.

-I had some, I don't have any more. -Just leave it.

You've got a hell of a head, you.

-This is Niki.

-Could I paint your portrait?

At the same time, you're skinny.

You need to be fed.

Let's get you something to eat. -I'm eating.

-So, what's left for me?

Chocolate.

But this is Switzerland.

-Does your machine work? -Yes, it works.

But I can't turn it on, it breaks Brancusi's head.

You have to meet him. -I wouldn't dare.

-He loves to talk about his work, especially to beautiful young women.

He makes his visits with champagne.

-Come on, let's get him out. -If he's here, it'll work.

He starts the machine.

...

-That's a nice one, isn't it?

-It needs a feather or two a feather or two, I think.

-Are you kidding me? -No, but it would be nice.

-I think she's right. -Yes, one or two.

This meta-mechanical sculpture will make this young man explode

in a few days, at the avant-garde art festival

with Klein and his monochrome.

-It's going to explode, but literally.

-I'm political, buddy, a time bomb.

Thundering fireworks. -My ass, yes.

-Well, that's nice.

-Yes, really.

And Tinguely too.

-Oh, yeah? -Hmm, very impressive.

He cheered me up so much.

Don't worry, it's not my style.

But I don't know how they do it,

it's as if they were freed from...

of this possession thing.

She was there with her lover and her husband,

it was crazy.

-I slept with the Lord since you're sleeping with his wife.

For revenge.

But when? When ? When ?

-Just before the hospital.

And you were the only one?

-If you must know... -I don't know if I want to know.

-Wait Niki, oh...

-I don't know, but it's too late now, I want to know.

I have to sit down.

-OK.

I slept with the drama teacher.

And you, how could you?!

I know there are others, more.

-And it's better elsewhere?

-No.

-I don't know how you put up with me with all my horrors.

Would you please continue

to love me a little more?

-Yes.

(What about you?)

-Yes.

-Ooh!

Fuck.

Theater?

They laugh.

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Disquieting experimental theme

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She lets out a moan.

She's banging.

...

Niki cries.

...

(Stop, stop.)

(Stop.)

Niki tries to calm down.

Someone knocks.

...

Barking, bird chirps

-How are you?

What state is this?

Come on, your eyes are popping out of your head. out of your head, my poor little mother.

Tell me what's going on.

Niki?

Give it a try.

Say, say it.

-Um...

-Come here, come here.

Come here. Come here.

Look at me, come here.

Please look at me, please.

(Please. Please.)

(Please.)

She blows.

-How do you do it?

-(I'm a witch.)

Go ahead.

You draw a card with your left hand.

Go ahead.

Good.

There's a backlog, it's stagnating.

You can't do the things you want to do.

Huh?

But the blood has to to the head.

See?

You need to look things differently.

"Otherwise", you understand?

That's right, the hanged man.

A dog barks.

Come on.

Come on.

Unintelligible discussion

A door opens.

-What about the little cats?

-I don't know how he did it, did he convince her?

-Oh no, it was she who convinced him.

They laugh.

-Here Dufrêne, don't you know Niki?

-No, it's not. -And Arman, Niki.

-Hi, Nikita.

-Hi, there.

-Well, Niki?

What do you do for a living?

-I paint.

-Does that still exist?

-That was a long time ago.

-It's much more than that

what you do.

-Art Police, mademoiselle Nikita!

Remove everything

you have on you.

Your brushes, your gouache, your canvases, everything!

They laugh.

I'm going to ask you to remove all illegal objects

you own.

-Don't you worry, she'll come out of the wall,

it's going to fit in the volume, we've already talked about it.

-But leave him alone, you clumsy bastards.

-Ah, drinks!

Here we are at last.

It welds.

...

-I think it's okay, it's definitely not going to fall.

-Thank you very much.

Thank you, Jean.

-I'll do it again whenever you want.

Crystalline theme

...

-Are you ready? Don't open your before I tell you.

-What's this? -We're making slow progress.

Quietly...

We're almost there.

Stop. No, not yet.

OK. One, two, three.

-WAOUH!

-Do you like it?

-My plane. -It's so beautiful.

-It's my plane.

-No, it's my plane, Philip. -No, it's my plane!

-We talked about it, it was mine, I lent it to you.

I needed that. -No, it's my plane... !

-No! You know it, that's my toy. -Mommy, that's my toy!

-Hey! Oh, oh, oh, oh.

-I'm entitled to my things!

No, but it's okay, I'll take it off, I don't care!

I can't get it off.

It's ridiculous, all for a bloody... !

-It's much prettier there, in the tree!

But I did all this on purpose for you, to please you!

She's crying.

...

I'm so sorry.

Niki coughs.

-Bonjour monsieur. -Good day to you.

-Madam.

She lets out a moan.

...

Doctors don't know anything.

They know nothing. They suck.

(Null, null, null, null.)

-(Stop. Stop.) -(Void.)

Niki writhes with laughter.

...

-(Stop, stop, stop.)

-Pardon, madame.

Someone opens a door.

-Ms. Mathews.

-(It's the snake.)

-It's a gland at the base of your neck.

You suffer from hyperthyroidism. your tremors, your insomnia.

Your emotions are heightened, you're exhausted.

Your body is in overdrive,

you're not going to be able go on like this for much longer.

-What do you mean by that?

-Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive our trespasses

as we forgive those who have offended us.

Lead us not into temptation temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

-What is it, Mom?

-It's a scar because I was sick, but it's over.

I'm cured.

No, you don't, you don't have any at all.

-Well, no.

No, it's the razor that scars.

-Yes.

-I'm sick. -I know my heart.

-Prayers work.

-Yes, medicine too, darling.

Let's go to bed, huh?

Let's go to bed, come on. You have to sleep now.

We slay the dragon and go to bed. Prrr! Prrr! Prrr! The dragon.

OK, that's it. -No, a big slug!

-Prrr! Prrr! OK, that's it, she's passed on. Back to bed.

Good night.

-I'm afraid of monsters,

Mom.

-Me too.

-Have they gone to bed?

-Yes.

-I don't know how you do it.

-With what?

-The children.

I can't stand them.

Why are you leaving?

-For air, silence.

I can't concentrate completely on my work here.

We bought this little house,

Finally, Harry bought this little house.

And now we've got some space we work, I make my vegetable garden.

-It sounds so cheerful. I could never.

Unintelligible discussion

-And you have an exhibition planned?

-Yes, we're preparing that.

Mon galeriste returns on the 10th from New York.

I produce so much that he doesn't know

where to turn.

I'm thinking, let's open another bottle, that's the end of it.

So, what about your book?

-For me, it's inspired by by Roussel. Do you know Roussel?

-Roussel? Yes, it's great.

It is essential to

you meet Perec.

You'll love it,

he's going to love you, he really is.

-But why are you going bury yourselves in the countryside,

living like old people?

-Because we like it, it's a good place to write.

-You must be in the Parisian milieu

if you want to move forward.

That's how it works.

-Maybe I should do that, too.

-No, you're different.

You're a writer's wife who paints.

-I beg your pardon?

-Being an artist is something else.

It's having a gallery owner.

It means making a living from your art, is to be inhabited.

When you're an artist, you make make a difference in the world.

For you, it's a hobby as a housewife.

-Hey, oh, okay, Joan, okay.

Hey, hey...

-It's cute, but it's not the same.

-Excuse her, she's had a bit to drink. when she's like that, she doesn't stop.

All his gall comes out.

-I didn't ask you to apologize, I'm just saying what I think.

And you, if you had some balls,

that's what you'd do too.

-With my balls?

You see, Joan, I think you're just a jealous bitch.

-What did you say?

What did you say?

-Oh... -Oh yeah?

Come on, try again, try again, see. Go ahead, go ahead. You want to play that, go ahead.

Are you kidding?

Right, Joan, are you kidding?

Do it again, you do it again.

-Stop it!

He hit me! He hit me!

You're an asshole! -I'm an asshole?

-Yeah, you're an asshole! -Fuck you!

Where are you going?

-Hey! Oh! Oh! Oh!

The plate breaks.

-She's right.

...

Mysterious theme

...

...

-Beautiful.

Wow!

You're so strong!

That's good, yeah, go ahead.

Yeah good job lady.

Bravo, that's good.

Melancholy theme

...

-Yeah!

-Yes, I'm coming.

-Come on!

-Mom?

-Dad, can you make us breakfast for us?

-Mom, where are you?

-Dad, look.

-Yes?

-I should set fire your office,

Why did you burn my letter?!

Why didn't you believe him?

Was it too disgusting to look at?

It's the only confession he's ever made to me!

It was the only proof that it happened to me,

I'm not crazy!

And it's lost!

It's gone!

Someone enters.

What are you going to do to me? Let go of me!

What are you gonna do, are you going to sedate me?!

-You can let go.

-You had no right to do that, that was mine! It was mine!

-Take her out.

-No, no, let me go.

I'll go out by myself.

But all my life,

I'll remember

that you...

the little doctor...

you protected my father.

And you let me down.

I want you to ask for my forgiveness.

...

Dramatic theme

...

-Niki?

Niki?

I brought you something to eat.

And colors,

I stole them.

-You're sweet.

-Say, you've done something with your apartment. with your apartment.

Niki? Niki, what's that?

-It's the real thing, I found it at the flea market.

-You're going to kill people. -No, it's not loaded.

-It's confiscated. -Oh, no, no, no.

Not this one.

-How many do you have?

(Oh, stop. Crazy...)

-This one, if you like.

-No need for a gun.

-With this, nothing can happen to you.

Click

They laugh.

-Have you heard from the kids?

-I can't reach Harry.

I should never have left him.

-Just take Jean. He says your name every night in his sleep.

-What?

-It's dripping out of his shorts. -What?

They laugh.

...

Don't you miss your daughter?

-No, Myriam is better off in Switzerland than in the impasse.

It's too hard, no water, no heat.

We're fine, but...

I'm not putting her in that dump.

That's something, kids.

The phone rings.

You tell your bastard lover

that you stay with me,

it can't go up.

Hey, wait, now it's my turn

to have you!

-Hello?

*-Hi, how are you? I'm down here.

-Actually, you can't come up right now because Eva's here.

But she won't stay long.

Give me fifteen minutes.

Just fifteen minutes.

*-I have things to do.

*That's for another time. -No, it won't!

But when? *-I don't know. Sometime next week.

-No, that's too far.

-(Yes, it's very good!)

*-Come on, I'll call you back. I'll call you back.

He hangs up.

-He's eating you, that guy.

It's because of him that you have nothing.

-That's it, he's gone! -That's good. It pumps you.

It pumps you.

*Trouble In Mind - Chippie Hill

*...

Not on the stairs

A knock on the door.

*...

-Niki?

*...

Oh!

...

She laughs.

...

-You could have warned me.

-It's okay, I thought you liked color.

-You think that's funny?

-It's okay, I didn't know.

We don't have to stop to stop for it.

-Yes.

It disgusts me.

Anyway, I've got to go.

-You can't do this to me.

-Why?

-Because I'm waiting for you,

it's been days! -Come on.

Come on.

-No, but it's you

that disgusts me!

Hear that?!

You've got nothing for me, don't come back, ever!

-The usual, when it's over, will you call me?

-No, it's over!

Screw you,

you miserable little shit!

Niki suffocates.

Bastard!

-All right, I promise you won't see me again.

It'll leave a void.

You think you're an artist, is that it?

But you're dreaming.

Just because you're in trouble

that you're important.

Your paintings are nothing.

Your life?

*Tone

-Harry, will you get that?

*-Fuck...

-Yes, I'm sorry.

-I... I just can't to live without you.

-No.

-No, I'm just messing around.

I don't know why I left.

I don't know. *-I can't.

*I'm sorry, I can't.

*I'll leave you to it.

*Tone

-Did you see him again?

-I've got to get rid of him.

-I know him well, it's hard to resist.

He loves to break up households, seducing his friends' wives.

-I'm not the wife of one of his friends.

-No, but I would have liked to.

-How did you come up your machines?

-When I was 12 years old, I used to make mills on the banks of streams

with tin cans and bits and pieces.

Each mill had its own sound,

I used to give concerts in the woods.

It sounded like a huge cathedral.

"Never should have done it" The Innkeepers

-Me,

I wanted to be Joan of Arc, or George Sand,

or Napoleon with a petticoat.

I wanted my life

is difficult and exciting, and I...

I wanted it to be big.

-It's going to be a big life, Niki.

-How would you know? -It shows in your work.

You don't have to be afraid, you've got to pull out all the stops.

If you don't express yourself with your art,

it's all over.

Art is the world's new weapon of the world.

*...

We're the new terrorists.

*...

-I'm not hungry. -I'm not hungry either.

*...

-The year is 1960.

6 p.m., time to fill up, ladies and gentlemen,

that Arman presents to us this evening.

Applause

We, creators of waste, a company of new and discarded objects,

We, the world of new plastic.

We, rocket launchers. We, plucked dreamers.

We walk on our heads.

What are we going to do with these products?

These bottles? From these bags? From these pockets?

What are we going to do when we're full?

To Arman.

...

-What is the origin of your artistic approach?

-This whole cycle is the great consumer society.

-Niki?

-How are you?

-Look at the invitation. -Amazing.

-It's a success,

but there's nothing left to eat.

-Ah yes, I'm hungry.

-Pierre? This is Niki.

-Very pleased to meet you.

I was thinking on the way here, we have to create this movement.

You're writing a page of art.

We're out of the abstract.

Christo packs it in,

Jean, you set things in motion, there's an obviousness there.

There's a poetics of action in the world.

You're reactors.

-That's interesting. -But it's obvious.

-Would we have more visibility? -For this,

you'd have to sell at the supermarket.

-Prisu, new museum".

They laugh.

-Are you staying? My American friends are coming.

I need to introduce you to them. -OK.

Can't we go in? -It's full.

-Is there a toilet? -The little shed over there.

-Ah, Arman!

-AH... !

-How are you?

-Very, very good.

-Did you come?

Don't turn around, I don't want her to see me talking to you.

Why did you come? Why are you here? Why are you doing this to me?

You're so beautiful.

You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy.

She lets out a moan.

...

Crystalline theme

...

She nails the shirt.

...

...

...

She spits.

...

She screams.

...

...

She laughs.

...

-Where are you set up? -Second corridor on the right.

If you need advice, just ask.

-Yes, yes, I'll give you some, advice, you'll see.

Start by washing your hair. -Yes, it's fine, isn't it?

-I'll try to attract these...

Madame, monsieur, come.

I present to you the portrait of my lover on which

I love shooting darts.

It's up to you. You can aim whoever you want in your head,

even sir, he won't know.

-Thank you. -No? Right, OK.

Thank you.

Gentlemen?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, come along.

Take a dart, and you shoot.

It's very, very liberating, you'll see.

Perfect.

-Don't you have a beer to go with it?

-No, alas, here, it's the art, not the bar.

But it's better, you can let the anger out,

there aren't many places where you can do that.

Go ahead, have another and think about... I don't know,

a guy you like who's never looked at you.

This prof, with his little reflections...

Your brother who's always been a jerk.

-I'm his brother. -Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He throws the darts with vigor.

...

Who's he aiming at? -Our father, I think.

Crystalline theme

...

-What are you doing?

-I know what I'm going to do.

-So far, it's a massacre.

-Yes, exactly, a massacre!

I'm going to...

I pull on the painting, it cries, it bleeds, it dies,

and at the same time, it creates itself.

-And?

I don't understand, how do you do that? I don't get it.

-With pockets of paint, I'll nail them to a board.

I'm going to cover the painting with plaster, it will be immaculate white.

Then, with a rifle, I shoot it, and bang!

It explodes, and then the color flows,

and the board bleeds, and bang! bang! I pull back on it,

like I was shooting myself.

And I'm reborn!

-You need to do this right now.

-Yes.

-Well, Niki Mathews?

-De Saint Phalle.

-What's that?

-Aristocrats, bankers,

descendants of knights, the crusades, the massacres.

My oldest ancestor,

is Gilles de Rais.

Ever heard of Bluebeard?

He raped and killed hundreds of children.

-Really? -Definitely.

-And they won't mind to have in the family

a hirsute woman who shoots a rifle to kill paintings?

-It'll kill them.

Shots

...

...

"I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free" - Sandra Nkaké

...

I wish I knew how

it would feel to be free

I wish I could break

all the chains holding me

I wish I could say

all the things that I should say

Say them loud, say them clear

for the whole round world to hear

I wish I could share

all the love that's in my heart

Remove all the bars that keep us apart

I wish I could know

what it means to be me

Then you'd see and agree

that every women should be free

I wish I could give all I'm longin' to give

I wish I could live

like I'm longin' to live

I wish I could do

all the things that I can do

Though I'm way overdue...

I'd be starting anew

Well I wish that I could be

like a bird in the sky...

How sweet it would be

if I found I could fly

Oh... I would soar to the sun

and look down at the sea

Then I'd sing cause I know

what it means to be free

Yes I'd sing cause I know

what it means to be free

...

Birds chirping

...