Start walking.
A bit more.
Ok, there is good.
Turn a little. Like that.
Behind me, that's the living room you came from.
The stairs are just there on the left.
To your right, you have the kitchen window.
On the table here,
you have the knife.
See the tape mark?
To your right?
The shadow of the beast will appear there.
At one point, you look that way and see it.
Push your hair back a bit.
There, like that.
And take a couple of steps towards me.
That's it.
Ok?
Yes, I'm ready.
We'll begin.
So, any time
you want.
THE BEAST
Thank you.
Pauline...
Have you seen my husband?
He was in the other salon just now.
Have you seen Georges?
He was in the other salon five minutes ago.
Tell me why, at parties,
we seek the people with whom we live
and whom we see every day?
Enjoying yourself?
Very much.
I've lost my husband.
Lucky you. Make the most of it.
I'm doing that.
Too much so.
I think I saw him go to the studio.
The studio?
- You haven't met Anton? - No.
Anton...
Gabrielle...
We lent him a room to work in.
He's showing things tonight.
Take a look. It's powerful, and dark as this age is bright.
A strange contrast.
In that case.
I'll leave you.
- Is it this way? - Yes.
After the last room, on the right.
I can accompany you.
Thank you, but I'll manage.
Don't you want a drink first?
I have one.
And a glove hiding something.
I surrender.
I hope you'll like it.
I'm sure I will.
Thank you.
What do you think?
It's violent.
Psychiatric.
Rather beautiful, I think.
He could paint you.
Never.
I value my soul.
You remember, don't you?
What?
That we've met before.
Really?
In Rome.
Years ago.
Three years ago.
A dinner party.
Held after a performance of Madame Butterfly.
You were with your uncle and aunt.
You wore a dark green dress, with a chignon.
It was in Naples,
not in Rome.
It was six years ago.
I was with my mother and brother.
You actually don't remember me at all.
Maybe I'm a little vague about the details.
However, I remember you clearly.
Really?
Yes.
And why?
Because you told me something I've never forgotten.
Since then, it often reminds me of you.
Something you said on the way back.
Have you forgotten?
Were we speaking French?
I think we mixed tongues.
Perhaps I'm not wise to try to remind you...
You are, go on.
It could be dangerous to bring someone back to who they were.
But if you've distanced yourself, it's all for the best.
So did it happen?
It would be impossible to forget.
That's why I'm asking if the thing you told me happened.
I think I know what you're referring to.
But I forgot ever sharing such a confidence.
I'm the only one who knows?
Yes, you are.
I've never repeated it to anyone.
It's better this way.
Sorry to interrupt your conversation...
I couldn't resist. You're Gabrielle Monnier, aren't you?
Indeed I am.
I simply wished to confess my admiration.
You're a wonderful musician.
A pianist of a rare sensitivity...
Thank you.
I'm touched.
Since I dare to speak to you,
let me say I'd like to dress you one day.
Dress me?
I'm Paul Poiret.
In that case, I gladly accept.
I'm very flattered.
Not as much as I am.
I won't bother you further.
Do you still have the same feeling?
What did I say?
Exactly?
You mentioned something you felt when very young.
Something deep inside of you.
A feeling of doom,
that a strange, rare and terrible thing would befall you sooner or later.
You were convinced it would strike and obliterate you.
I think that was the actual word you used: obliterate.
What else did I tell you?
You said you didn't want to get involved in a relationship
because you were sure something terrible would befall you,
and annihilate you.
You and those close to you.
It's true.
But, to answer your question, nothing happened.
And you got married, nevertheless.
How do you know?
I can see the shape of a wedding ring.
Of course.
And your husband?
Where is he?
I don't know.
Yes, I took the risk.
But I was young and...
romantic.
And now,
all this seems so distant.
Then you told me something would suddenly appear,
like a hidden beast,
and destroy everything both in and around you.
And what did you say?
Nothing.
It did frighten me a bit, I remember.
But maybe I was just too young.
Gabrielle?
You beauty. How are you?
Very well.
Have you seen the paintings in the studio?
Yes.
Is Georges here?
In a salon, probably.
All right.
I'll go and say hello then.
Enjoy your visit.
It's not always easy, being married.
I'm sorry.
I'll let you enjoy your evening.
Please,
stay with me.
Did you think I was crazy?
No. I think I understood.
You mean that my obsession
could correlate with a certain reality?
A certain reality?
Yes, surely.
Today I could keep watch for this beast, by your side.
But if you're no longer afraid, it's pointless.
Do you really mean it?
Absolutely.
I can pretend to be afraid,
if you'd like to keep watch
by my side.
I'm the one you shared this confidence with,
even if you do not recall it.
You entrusted me with something, in a way.
Even if it was a long time ago.
What about you?
Aren't you afraid anymore?
Of course I am.
But I'm ready to take that risk.
And I'm a little less young now.
I'm very touched.
All right, darling?
Where were you?
Looking for you.
Here I am.
Are you all right?
Yes.
If you had to list your skills,
your training and your personal project, what would you say?
I don't know.
I'm quick-thinking, intuitive...
I've never really had training because...
I moved to the USA when I was nine.
Why?
I don't remember. I was little.
My parents said the atmosphere was unbearable.
They were afraid.
And when we arrived in the USA,
the civil war broke out.
So we left again.
Yes, to Chengdu. For nine years.
You didn't attend school there.
No.
But I learnt a lot on my own.
I learn easily.
And your personal project?
Work.
If possible...
somewhere I'd feel useful.
Useful?
Yes, useful.
Other than the work I'm doing now.
Excuse me.
Do you work here?
No. I'm sorry.
You're like me then.
I don't know what you're like.
A little bit lost.
In the building or in life?
In the building for starters.
I don't know where my interview is.
I just had mine.
There, on the right.
Did it go well?
We'll see.
I have to get to work.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Minus 4012.
Give me a good reason to help you find other work.
I'm intelligent.
I can do a lot.
You know, intelligence isn't rare these days.
The intelligence you refer to lacks humanity.
The intelligence I refer to saved humanity.
I mean humanity in its human aspect.
A human presence.
AI has become responsible and fair.
And so human. It's a huge progress.
It's hard to see it as progress with 67% unemployment
and 20% mechanical work.
They call us the useless people.
Do you realize the contempt in that?
I just want work worthy of my skills.
Do you hear your anger?
Your affects preclude certain tasks.
For now, you can only do a job where affects cannot impact the result.
Like your current job.
I must choose between work and affects?
In some cases.
Notably for work requiring responsibility and thought,
which is visibly what interests you.
Today there are no biased decisions made by someone annoyed or depressed.
Observe the calm.
Yes. I'm not sure it's a good thing.
Do you want to relive the events of 2025?
Those tragedies?
No, of course not.
Don't be paranoid or, worse, sentimental.
It's all recent, hence your wariness,
but the worker will adapt as always.
We already suggested exploring your past lives
to clean your DNA,
and you refused.
I'm just...
scared of the consequences.
In what way?
I'm scared of...
of no longer feeling things.
That's a rumour.
Of course you can feel things.
You simply feel them more serenely.
Stop being so scared, sweetie.
You can still fuck.
And I fuck more than you, you know.
It's a bit different, but it's not less good.
Just different.
And science proved it works.
You can trust science.
Science didn't prove a thing.
And no one knows how AI works.
In any case, I'm positive
it can't be objective.
It can, we're just discovering what Buddhism always knew.
You review what has damaged you for centuries
and get rid of it.
Yeah?
You remember when you wake?
Yes.
Believe me, it works.
In any case, I don't want to become a Buddhist
or a robot.
I haven't become a robot.
My emotions simply don't make me suffer now.
You have nothing to lose.
I do.
I could lose...
What?
What could you lose?
Perhaps
never knowing a powerful feeling.
Great novels are a fantasy, sweetie.
I don't regret it a second.
Fall.
Let go.
And you deserve a more interesting job
than checking data plate temperatures.
So, if they offer it, maybe that means you're worth it.
Like me.
By purifying your DNA,
you clean away old traumas inherited over centuries
that infect your subconscious.
It's like hormone regulation, but on a higher level.
Understand?
I think so.
As I said, we can help you.
We can help you get rid of your affects.
All of them?
I just have the very deep-seated feeling
something terrible will occur.
A sort of disaster.
And that I'll have to face it,
be there.
Even if it terrifies me.
See, that's what affects are.
That fear, for instance.
Nothing bad can happen now, don't worry.
Disasters lie in the past.
What must I do to readapt?
Close your eyes, then open them.
That's all.
Do it.
What?
Close your eyes.
Now open them.
It'll be like that. Nothing more.
Don't move.
You'll have a jab in your ear.
You won't feel any pain.
I'm a bit scared.
It will all go well.
Just close your eyes, that's all.
Nothing more.
Close your eyes.
Have I aged?
No.
I must have a little.
How old were you?
Is that an elegant way of asking my age now?
Not at all.
Forgive me.
It's none of my business, but... The dolls...
Were they your idea?
As I was a little girl once?
No.
Only music interests me.
So how did your husband end up making dolls?
A bit by chance.
He was studying law.
One morning, he woke up and said to me,
"I've had a dream.
I'm going to make dolls.
I saw them."
There.
And so...
you married him.
And so now we have a factory.
When did you marry?
Right after the Conservatoire.
I didn't want to stay home,
I wanted to make music, go out,
enjoy the world.
Oddly enough, getting married gave me freedom.
Is that why you didn't have a child?
How do you know I don't have a child?
I inquired.
Indeed.
For now, I don't have any but...
I want some.
And I'll have some.
I don't doubt it.
What about you?
I find Paris more stimulating than London.
You're not answering my question.
Me?
Let's say I'm a true loner.
I'm hungry.
I want crêpes.
Do you think the waters will rise a lot?
That we will have to leave Paris?
If it becomes Venice, that's fine with me.
It'll make the city even more mythological.
We will even be happy to die here.
We'd like crêpes.
With jam.
Jam and some pains au chocolat.
Maybe this is the disaster you were dreading.
Paris getting swallowed up?
No,
I don't think that's what scares me the most.
So it turns out you are still scared.
Well, you can tell me,
since you'll be with me, watching out.
I promise.
Did I sound scared in Naples?
No.
Everything you said, you said calmly.
I have a somewhat stupid question, but...
how do you create a doll's face?
How do you choose its expressions, its features?
It's not a stupid question.
In fact, we use bases that remain the same,
and others that evolve.
But are there several expressions?
A happy doll?
A terrified doll?
A sad doll?
There is only one.
It's fairly neutral,
not too emotional.
So that it will please everyone.
And what does this neutral doll look like?
A bit like that.
I can show you around someday, if you want.
I love this place.
That will be wonderful.
I'd like to hear you play.
I'm not ready.
What are you working on?
Schönberg.
I'm suffering.
Is it that difficult?
For me, it is.
It's very inventive, but it's hard to find the emotion in it.
Maybe that's what's so exciting.
Because frankly, some things are not possible anymore.
Such as?
As it so happens, the illusion of feeling...
The illusion of sentimental self-satisfaction in music...
But sentiment is the beginning of emotion.
Not necessarily.
Emotion can come from somewhere else.
Supposing that it were interesting to make music without sentiment,
which remains to be seen,
what would it be like?
Very cold compositions?
Not necessarily.
It would procure the listener an experience.
Not of the classical...
Primitive.
Something that hasn't been experienced for a long time.
May I...
see your hand?
I've always wondered if pianists' hands are different.
Or if it's just their sensitivity.
They're very beautiful.
Thank you.
I have to go home,
it's late.
What were you playing?
A piece by Schönberg.
You manage it well.
I don't know.
I don't feel I understand it all.
Do you have to understand it all?
I suppose not.
It's nice without electricity.
I'd never seen the room like this.
It's beautiful.
We should go away.
It's ages since we were alone.
You don't want to?
Doesn't it scare you?
What?
Being alone with me.
I like feeling scared.
I feel alive.
Gabrielle...
I have something to say.
Shall I close the shutters, sir?
No, I'll do it, thank you. Good night.
I need to work.
It's all right.
It's gone.
I'm here.
It was just a pigeon.
It came in and left.
I love you.
Me too.
I keep on thinking about your foreboding, you know.
Maybe the disaster's already happened.
What do you mean?
You married a boring man.
He's not.
Not at all.
And I really love him.
You might just be afraid of being alone.
I love solitude.
I often even need it.
So that's not it then?
No.
In this case,
I have a proposition.
But you might find it absurd.
Couldn't be more absurd than what's happening right now.
What do you have in mind?
If you have a premonition,
that is to say a premonitory intuition,
I can maybe...
accompany you to see a clairvoyant.
Do you know one?
If I didn't, I wouldn't offer.
I'm not sure.
Isn't it dangerous, knowing the future?
I don't think so.
It also depends on how you interpret it.
And what you do with it.
I don't know whether to rush into things.
All this has been going on for years. It's not exactly rushing.
True.
So?
You wouldn't have to take it seriously.
So?
All right, then.
We left before the end. Aren't you upset?
Not at all. I was slowly getting bored.
Tonight, we couldn't feel the drama of loss in her.
The performer who played Butterfly was more moving in Naples.
Is that how you see it?
An endless drama of loss?
That's all she's confronted with.
The loss of her father,
of her family,
of her own identity,
of her love.
And it eventually drives her to suicide.
Let's shield ourselves from all this.
Please don't ask me if Paris will drown,
because I'm sick of answering that question.
That's not why I'm here.
Good.
I've never done this before.
How does it go exactly?
It goes rather well, generally.
I ask questions and you answer?
You know I do hypnosis?
I didn't.
How much is it?
It's paid for.
Why exactly are you here?
It's hard to explain.
For a long time, I've felt an anxiety.
A premonition.
For years now, a premonition
that something will happen
but which doesn't happen.
I wanted to know...
A love affair?
No.
You seem very sure.
Yes.
I married a man I love and who loves me.
Tell me about him.
He helped me a lot when I was younger.
When this anxiety stifled me.
Indeed, he still worries about me,
even if the fear has faded.
We get on very well.
It's something else.
Don't influence me.
I just wanted to know...
Is there a risk?
Of course.
There has to be a risk.
But a risk is beautiful. It's powerful.
It's alive.
Close your eyes.
And listen to me.
There is a natural disaster,
but not the one everyone talks about.
There is a beast.
A beast ready to pounce.
There's a pigeon too,
but it isn't the beast.
The pigeon
is a representation of the Holy Spirit.
It's a messenger.
It's a good sign.
Unless it enters your home.
Then,
it means someone is going to die.
Maybe you.
Maybe someone close.
There's a man...
but he can only make love in his dreams.
There's a difficult choice to make.
A feeling that it can't be done
without the possibility of destroying everything.
Like a pain inside
that devours you and burns you gently.
But the most destructive
is this non-choice.
On a table,
a knife that you take.
A man in the next room.
A catastrophe.
But not the one you're thinking of.
Your hesitation brings about the catastrophe.
You shouldn't...
You must leave.
It's far too dangerous.
He can only make love in his dreams.
At three,
you may slowly open your eyes.
One...
Two...
Three.
I was at the factory earlier.
Amazingly, the power is unaffected.
These walls here are very damp,
but there's no seepage.
However, this wall
has a crack in it.
Water could flow in here.
And if the water keeps rising?
It should be all right.
But when it recedes, the damaged wall must be mended.
Unless it enters your home.
A man in the next room.
After, I'd like to recover this floor,
overlooking the street.
I think, with minimum work...
With minimum work, we could open a shop
to sell what we make.
My love,
I know you strove to accompany me
on a journey all of my own,
towards a trust, towards a possibility,
when I could do nothing,
I was so paralysed.
These years have been my happiest.
But I feel an inner pain slowly devouring and burning me.
That of feeling part of me drift away from us,
the difficulty of holding it back and reuniting with you,
the intuition of the huge loss that I cannot imagine,
and my resistance to this estrangement.
I tried to go on, these months you saw as pale.
I tried to be there, to believe in us.
But we couldn't escape
this panic, this sickness.
Everything returned us to it,
day and night.
The most unbearable thing
was seeing us unhappy,
after all our mutual love and support
from the first day, and all these years.
I also feel I'm walking in an unreal world.
I could never say you're no longer part of my life
for, in every particle of me,
my substance is everything we were together.
Saying goodbye is too hard for me.
I hope you'll forgive that weakness
for these words hurt so much.
Hello.
I'm the doll Kelly.
I'm part of the protocol.
I'm here to check all goes well
and accompany you.
I'm like...
a nanny.
Shit...
May I be less formal with you?
Come on.
I'll take you back.
I won't ask you to tell me what you want to keep to yourself.
It's strange experiencing all this.
I just want to know how you feel.
I feel fine.
You don't look it. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Tell me.
I just don't want to be like you.
What do you mean?
Like you.
You can't even die.
Sorry, forgive me, that wasn't what I meant.
It's just that you bore me.
I have many options, you know. Make the most of me.
I can... tell stories.
I can do puns too.
Want to play something?
Not really, no.
Want to make love with me?
You're kind of scary, you know.
What do you want to do then?
Dance.
Ok. Let's dance!
Here?
You look cool.
Thank you.
Want a cigarette?
No, thank you.
You can smoke here.
The music's from 1972. I love it!
Why 1972?
No idea, but it's insane!
Enjoy!
What is this place?
It has no name.
Here, you can do stuff you can't do elsewhere.
It's like a free zone.
What do you want to do?
I want to piss.
The purification centre.
Yes.
What are you doing here?
I'm with a friend.
So did it happen?
Did you decide to try it?
I didn't go.
Why not?
I don't know.
An intuition.
I don't like them calling it purification.
I don't feel impure.
Me too, I'm having doubts.
Yesterday, I was sure, and now the opposite.
I think I'm fed up of my anxiety attacks.
Anxiety inspires.
Maybe.
Fulfilment lies in the lack of passion.
Do you know Madame Butterfly,
the opera?
Not really.
Look at my hand.
Take it, please.
You have beautiful hands.
What will you do?
Maybe we can wait a few days.
Maybe, yes.
I'd never seen people dance like that.
Me neither.
That's why I often come here.
I'll come back then.
Who were you talking to?
I left my husband for that man once.
You were right to.
I don't know.
Do you still have that feeling something terrible will happen?
No, not really anymore.
I don't think so.
Not really anymore?
No, it's gone.
I'll show you an image.
Tell me what it calls to mind.
What is it?
You can open your eyes. The image has gone.
It's a difficult test, but it shows where you are.
Something is still resisting.
It happens sometimes.
Do another session in two days.
Don't worry.
How long did it last?
Apparently, 10 minutes.
And you remember it all clearly?
Yes, it's worrying.
Yet it's hard knowing just how real things are.
Believe me, it's real.
It's scary.
I may not go back.
What do you really fear? Ask yourself frankly.
I'm torn between the desire
of continuing in the past
and the fear of spoiling the present.
Continuing in the past will allow you not to spoil the present.
Besides, losing the one you love is so horrible
even in love and happy, you fear the future loss,
so why experience it?
You're better off ridding yourself of the pain.
Probably.
I don't want to end up here anyhow.
I'll turn into a closet.
You deserve better, yes.
Tell me, Sophie...
Do you think we'll meet one day?
I don't know.
But I love you, sweetie.
Me too.
Would you like tea, ma'am?
No, thank you, Bertrand.
Am I late?
Not at all.
Let's go, Bertrand.
Hello, sir. Follow me.
We're changing manufacturing.
We're moving from porcelain dolls
to a new celluloid doll.
You'll see both here.
We make around 30 dolls a day,
7,000 a year.
Two employees work here and three more from home.
For celluloid,
we use a new moulding method.
We pour in paste, remove the mould
and get a plate like this.
Fascinating.
Once all limbs are removed from the plates,
we sand them to make them soft.
We call it trimming.
It's true the skin is very soft.
It smells of vanilla.
But we still make the classic porcelain doll.
The change will take a few years. This way now.
No, don't smoke, please.
Celluloid is highly inflammable.
Forgive me.
It's a problem,
but we're able to make more realistic dolls.
Here, we give them colour.
Then we finish the dolls' heads.
They used your eyes as a model?
Maybe.
Here, we have assembly.
The bodies are papier-mâché
and we assemble the limbs to complete the doll.
On the other side,
we have the dolls' clinic.
The clinic?
We mend broken dolls.
Thank you, Bertrand.
Shall I show you the display room?
I'd like that.
What scares you so much?
You can tell me now.
I don't know.
It's hard to express a feeling in words.
You can trust me.
Try.
I've spent my life thinking only of horrible things
that I cannot relate.
Because they're too horrible?
Yes.
We can't hear a thing anymore.
It's 7:30.
Everybody's gone.
What is stronger?
Your fear?
Or your love for me?
Because you think I love you?
Show me your hand again.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
You can't or you don't want to?
Both.
Don't move.
Is there another exit?
Yes, maybe.
There is a kind of gallery downstairs. This way! Come!
Where is it?
Here.
It's not long.
10, 15 metres.
If that's the only way out, we have to swim underwater.
Let me take this off. You can't swim with all this weight.
I'll go alone first.
If I see that it's not possible, I'll come back.
We have a few minutes before the fire gets to here.
In two minutes, if you don't see me, start swimming.
Yes.
All right?
No!
I don't want to.
It's only 15 yards.
I'll be back if there's a problem.
I'll come back.
I'll be right back.
Saying goodbye is too hard for me.
I hope you'll excuse that weakness
because all these words hurt so much.
We're not alike and it's beautiful because we get on so well.
You need to feel absolute love.
I need to pursue a form of sweet reverie,
while telling myself our bond will never be severed for good
and that something will be renewed one day,
otherwise I fall.
Hey.
Louis Lewanski here.
I'm just downtown right now.
It's truly a beautiful day.
But, as I've always said,
a beautiful environment can be hell if you have to experience it all alone.
And sadly, I've been alone for a very long time.
I've been attending college in Santa Barbara for two years.
And in those two years, I've experienced nothing but loneliness and misery.
And my problem...
is girls.
There are so many beautiful girls here.
But none of them give me a chance.
I don't know why.
I don't know why you girls are so repulsed by me.
It doesn't make sense.
I do everything I can to appear attractive to you.
I dress nice. I'm sophisticated.
I'm magnificent.
I have a nice car.
Well, nicer than 90% of the people at my college.
I'm polite.
I'm the ultimate gentleman.
And yet, you girls, you never give me a chance.
I don't know why.
I put a lot of effort into dressing nice.
These sunglasses here were $300.
Giorgio Armani.
I'll put them on. You see?
Look how fabulous I look!
I'm 30 years old and I've never had a girlfriend.
I'm still a virgin.
I've never had the pleasure of having sex with a girl,
sleeping with a girl, kissing a girl.
I've never even held a girl's hand.
I don't even have a girl's number in my cell phone.
That's just such an injustice because...
I'm so magnificent.
I deserve girls.
Hi.
Louis Lewanski here.
Today it's May 7th 2014.
I'm just admiring the view from my father's neighborhood.
Boy, what a lovely day it is.
Not a cloud in the sky.
I can hear some kids playing down there.
It reminds of the days in my childhood.
Those were the best times of my life.
I wish I could just be a kid again
and live my life without realizing how cruel the world really is.
When you're kid, you don't have to worry about being attractive
or how many girls like you.
And then when you hit puberty,
your life either becomes heaven on earth
or a living hell.
My life became a living hell.
No girls liked me
and I hate them all for it.
Anita Fulci.
Dakota Mill.
Kristen Meyer.
Gabrielle Monnier.
Maya Smith.
Phoebe Brown.
Penelope Jones.
Beautiful. All right, ladies, let's walk.
Gorgeous.
Beautiful. Slow down.
Graceful.
Gorgeous.
Stop.
Thank you.
And?
I'm not 20 anymore.
Shit. You need the name of a surgeon?
No, thanks.
I want to be an actress, not a model.
Then you're definitely going to need a surgeon.
Call Aphrodite Aesthetic Clinic and ask for Doctor Weill.
You can say I sent you.
They did my cheekbones.
Nice.
Dakota.
Dakota Mill.
Gabrielle Monnier.
Hi.
She asked me if I would do domestic ads.
What did you say?
I don't know.
What are they?
Soap, detergent...
Yogurt, phones...
Cool.
Don't change your lips.
They're sexy.
Thank you.
Hey.
Louis Lewanski here.
I'm sitting in my car right now, enjoying the view of the beach.
And my view has been ruined by this sight!
In front of me, walking along the sand,
is a young couple.
I presume about my age.
I was enjoying such a nice view
until they came and sat down and started kissing.
Why can't I experience something like that, right there?
Look at them.
Holding hands.
It's torture for me to watch that but I have to do this.
I have to film this.
I have to show the world why life isn't fair.
I have to show everyone why I hate the world.
Because no girl would do this with me.
I'm a fucking babysitter.
Speaking of domestic.
I'm house-sitting all summer.
It's just as bad.
I wonder what's worse. Watching a house or watching midgets.
How much do you make?
10 bucks an hour. How about you?
A 1000 a month.
Plus a room.
What's better pay? 10 an hour or a 1000 a month?
I don't know.
Look at that.
I can pluck my knee hair with my teeth.
Cool.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No! I don't want to die young!
You?
No.
There's a club
on Hollywood Boulevard,
called the Fractal.
They play great music.
- We could go at midnight. - Awesome.
I gotta go to work.
Could you hold on to these?
Until tonight?
What is it?
2C-B.
Never heard of it.
It's sick. You take one and you see colors like in a video game.
It's awesome.
I'm scared the mom'll take them because she checks my pockets.
Really?
When I get there, I raise my arms and she pats me down.
Like at the airport!
She's nuts. There's a metal detector when you walk in.
Can you believe it?
She thinks there's terrorists everywhere.
That's pretty intense.
- I'll see you at Fractal? - Yeah.
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You Belong to Me, by Queen Patsy.
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The night is young, the night is deep.
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Hi!
Can I sit with you?
What for?
I don't know. To have a drink?
I don't feel like being alone.
Who's that bitch?
I don't know.
Girl, can't you see this is kind of like a private thing?
Get lost!
Yeah...
If you want to sit with us, you got to own it.
And looking at you,
I don't think you do.
Get lost, bitch!
It's Saturday, it's 2:27 AM.
The night is young, the night is deep.
Here, it's 2 PM.
It's hell, you can't do anything at 2, you can't even sleep.
What time is it there?
5 AM.
Shit, you're so lucky.
What are you doing?
I don't really know.
Looking for work, I guess.
No, tonight.
Nothing special. I'm LA's only model not fucking on Saturday night.
I feel like I'm 150.
You're a model now?
I'm not sure what I am.
Nor what I'm doing here.
What is the music?
I'll go now, sweetie.
Are you ok?
Yes, I'm ok.
I love you.
Me too.
Your estimated wait time is 1 minute.
Good, I think.
This is the first time I've done this.
How does it go?
It always goes well, you'll see.
I ask questions and you answer?
Not necessarily. Let's see how it goes.
And it works?
Gabrielle, in the future, a lot of things
that no one believes today will be proven.
They will have become rational.
The invisible that we can see, past lives, future lives...
What today is
only believed by a few mystics,
soon will be scientifically proven.
So, yes, it works.
How do you know that?
I saw it.
And how much does it cost?
How do I pay?
Don't worry about that.
It's automatically deducted from your monthly plan.
You have a nice house.
It's not mine. I'm just looking after it.
It's still nice. Are you alone there?
Yes.
Aren't you scared?
No. Everything's locked.
How did you find me?
It was a bit random.
I don't think so.
You're looking for a job.
You may have the necessary qualifications. Maybe.
What do you mean?
Maybe...
but you'll need to get an operation first.
Surgery?
I'm not sure.
But I see that you'd like a child.
Not at all.
But you're getting away from a man at the same time.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Yes, this is normal,
You're in a tremendous state of confusion.
And you want to know if you will find the man you love again.
What man?
There's no man.
Isn't that why you contacted me?
You've been looking a long time.
No.
I...
I wanted to know if I made the right decision,
moving out here and...
if I have a chance.
You're far too self-centered.
You're going through a deep narcissistic crisis.
It's very destructive and also very commonplace.
It's ordinary.
It's the great evil of our times.
But you must pull out of it.
What?
You're a good person. I can see that.
Why do you say that?
Because I'm scared for you.
From what I can see,
I am scared for you.
He only makes love in his dreams, not in real life.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Is someone there?
Yes?
It's Mr. Denver. You're not asleep?
No.
It's 2 PM here. What's that make it? 5 AM your time?
Yes, 5 AM.
The neighbors said there were some lights.
I wanted to make sure everything was okay.
Yeah, everything's fine.
I was reading.
They also said someone's been snooping around the house.
You haven't noticed anything?
No.
Nothing at all.
But I'll keep an eye out.
Thanks.
Did anyone die?
I don't know.
Excuse me.
It seems like it's really over, right?
Yeah, I think so.
Were you hurt?
No.
Which house is yours?
I'm staying in that house.
It's not my house, but it's where I live.
You live in the neighborhood?
Not far.
Gabrielle.
Louis Lewanski.
Would you walk me home?
No, I can't.
Really, I can't.
Why not?
Because...
I can't.
I'm afraid I'd do something stupid.
I don't want to be alone. Not after all this.
- Please. - No.
Goodbye, then.
Yes, goodbye.
...bad actress in the cinema, and be such a great one in real life.
Welcome back to our show, we're glad you could make it
and we hope you enjoy today's show.
We have some great singers on today.
Some people who've come from all around.
Some from very far away even.
And they have come to perform for you.
And I hope you enjoy it, all right?
Thanks for being here, and enjoy the show!
You came.
No, thank you.
I don't drink alcohol.
I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
I was afraid.
What were you afraid of?
I don't really know.
I've spent my whole life thinking about the most horrible things.
So after a while, you get scared.
What kind of things?
It's difficult to explain.
Because they're too horrible?
Yeah.
Try...
You can trust me, you know.
I won't judge you.
Take this earthquake, for example.
I find it super normal.
I almost want it to last.
I understand.
You understand?
Yes, I understand.
But see, you still managed to come inside.
Don't be afraid.
Come closer.
You've already done the hardest thing.
You came inside.
Come here.
Don't be scared.
There must be beautiful things in this chaos.
Don't be scared.
You're here.
Who the fuck are you?
What?
Who are you?
Who am I? Are you shitting me?
I'm sorry.
I'm a bit out of it these days.
What's going on?
I don't know.
Are you ok? Are you good?
Yeah...
Everything's fine.
I'm sorry.
Ok. I'm going to go now, ok?
Hi.
It's Louis.
Louis Lewanski.
I've been alone in my car all night.
Most people were asleep together in a bed or making love.
But I don't care now.
There was an earthquake a while ago.
And it was awesome.
I wish it had lasted all night.
It was awesome.
Now,
I'm parked in front of a house.
I look at a girl inside, at home.
A super beautiful girl.
We spoke to each other earlier.
She wanted me to come to her house, supposedly to reassure her.
She's just like the others.
She would never have wanted to fuck me.
She would've turned me on to show me afterwards that I disgust her.
Earlier, I was afraid of what I had to do because...
I felt sorry.
I don't know why but something about her moved me, and I didn't do anything.
This is absurd.
I haven't been able to move any of them.
I cannot be moved.
I cannot be moved or feel sorry.
She would not have felt sorry for me!
Besides, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.
I deserve these girls.
I faltered, but it will not happen again.
I said, today is the day of retribution.
Yes?
It's Mr. Denver.
Yes.
Apparently there was an earthquake. Nothing was damaged in the house?
No, no, nothing major. A few things fell.
And the blue vase broke.
Ok, well, that's not a big deal.
And also... the Chinese vase.
The one on the table.
Fuck! It's a Ming. It's a Ming vase.
My God...
I'm really sorry.
The neighbors just called and said that someone just left the house.
Is that true?
Yes. A friend came.
What?
- Everything's okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, everything's fine.
I...
There's absolutely nothing to worry about.
Kelly?
Kelly is absent today. She's undergoing tests.
Is it serious?
Nothing is serious. Don't worry.
Sweetie, having tough moments is normal.
I'm confused.
The TV was on, and that song was playing.
I began crying on hearing it.
No idea why I cried so much.
It shows how necessary this process is.
Where are you?
At home. My cat's sick.
Sorry to hear that.
Is it serious?
He has a high temperature and trouble breathing.
But I'll cure him.
You love your cat.
My last session is tomorrow.
They say it's not working and to try again.
Where are you?
Good evening.
Looking for someone?
Yes, someone called Louis.
He often comes here.
He often came here.
Know where I can find him?
That's not the kind of thing you say, even here.
Please.
It's important.
I'll have a vodka, please.
Thank you.
May I sit with you?
Why?
I don't know. To talk.
I don't want to be alone.
Who is this bitch?
No idea.
Girl, this is a private thing. Get lost.
Yeah, if you sit with us, you have to own it.
And you don't seem to own it.
Get lost, bitch.
Besides,
we fucked it all up.
We had it all.
But we fucked it up.
Nothing can happen to us now.
The catastrophe is behind us.
We're bored shitless.
I'm ready.
So...
my boyfriend, he absolutely wanted to...
you know what I mean... fuck, right?
And I didn't wanna. I just wanted to sleep.
But Brett is not working right now, so all he wants to do is fuck.
And I'm just like, you know...
"You're not the one waking up early in the morning, I am!"
So, after a while, I'm just like: Ok, let's just do it.
And I can sleep.
So, I got on my back
and closed my eyes, so it went faster...
You're here.
He starts to shout, "The big one." And I'm like, "The big one?"
Yeah, I'm about to come like never before but...
And then I get it.
The Big One!
San Andreas, the earthquake.
So, I like totally start to freak out.
You didn't get much sleep last night either.
Cindy? You're Cindy, right?
No.
Shit!
So who are you, then?
Gabrielle... Monnier.
Gabrielle.
But you're here for the road safety shoot?
Yeah, I think so.
Then you're here. Let's do this.
Listen, this is really simple.
You're walking with your son on the sidewalk.
We'll add him in post.
You're holding his hand.
You get a text, so you let go of his hand
and he crosses the street.
You notice and you run after him.
But you drop your phone in the street.
For a millisecond,
you're torn between grabbing your phone or your son.
Fatal millisecond, because boom!
You get run over by a car.
And the slogan is:
Too bad! You had an unlimited calling plan.
Can you get scared by something that's not actually here?
Can you?
Yes, yes. I think so.
I can try.
Let's do this.
Come on.
Come on, guys! Here we go!
- Here. - Thank you.
And if it breaks,
I have others, ok?
Thank you.
Perfect!
Quiet all around, please!
Roll camera!
And... action!
You're walking with the kid.
Cue message!
Cue kid takes off!
And... go!
You're dead. Don't move.
You are dead.
I'm so sorry.
But you don't remember that guy?
He was standing right there.
Fuck...
Pain in the ass.
Shit...
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I will be President of the United States
and therefore of the world.
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Anyone there?
Your estimated wait time is 4 minutes.
Hello?
EPS security center calling. Your alarm just went off.
Yeah, I know.
Your password?
I think it's fine.
It's just... It went off by itself.
Your password?
Yeah, sorry.
Two seconds...
It's...
White Jazz.
Perfect. Everything all right, miss?
Yeah, I think so. Everything's fine.
If someone is in the house and you can't talk,
just say: I was about to go to sleep.
Yeah.
It's fine, really.
Good evening.
Thank you.
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Well, this is my last video.
It all has come to this.
I can't go back now.
Today is the day of retribution.
The day in which I will have my revenge against humanity.
And I will slaughter all those blond girls I desired so much
who have all rejected me...
I'm 30 years old and I'm a virgin.
I've never kissed a girl.
And that has been torturous.
I only have sex in my dreams.
Not in real life.
I only have sex when I'm asleep.
I don't have sex when I'm alive.
I only have sex when I'm dead!
Now I'm going to have real live sex with dead girls.
If I cannot have you, girls, I will destroy you.
You have deprived me of a happy life,
and in return, I will deprive you of life.
It's only fair.
You are animals
and I will slaughter you like animals.
I hate all of you so much.
Humanity is a disgusting species.
...torturous.
I only have sex in my dreams.
Not in real life.
I only have sex when I'm asleep!
What do you want?
Where are you?
What does that mean what you said yesterday?
"He only makes love in his dreams."
What did you see?
Why did you say that?
Tell me.
Please!
I'm sorry, I hung up yesterday...
Please.
Those things are personal.
That's why I'm calling you. I need your help.
Please.
Tell me.
I need to know.
I'd rather talk to you, just you.
I'm here.
Go ahead.
I'd rather speak to you when you're alone.
I don't understand.
I don't want the person behind you to hear.
I can't go back, I'm sorry.
Of course you can.
No, it's too late.
The fear you're talking about is just this one, right now.
There is no other.
I'm not afraid anymore.
It's over.
I'm going to open the door, ok?
I wouldn't do that.
Why?
Don't open the door!
If you ask me not to open,
it's because deep, deep inside, you mean no harm.
Stop being scared.
Trust me.
No.
Trust me.
Okay?
I'm going to open the door.
Prove it!
What you say!
Prove it!
I know it, that's all.
Trust me.
I'm going to open the door.
Trust me.
Come here...
Trust me.
I'm going to...
I'm going to open now.
Come here, my love.
This image should not make you break down.
Even if it shows your own death.
Your downfall, the end.
Sorry.
I'm the one who's sorry.
It's not working on you.
Not at all.
Our failure rate is 0.7% and I'm afraid you're part of it.
I'm truly sorry.
Are you sad?
No.
On the contrary.
It's alright then.
I dreamt of you last night.
My first dream ever.
You were in that club we went to,
but, this time, the atmosphere had changed.
No one was there, just you and a man.
You were dancing, pressed together.
And then...
There was a song.
About a love living on through the years.
An evergreen love.
What happened after that?
No idea.
I only remember you.
So happy.
So sexy.
I want you.
You're a doll, Kelly.
I have a favour to ask.
It's not allowed, but help me get in touch with someone.
Please.
Would it make you happy?
Yes.
Louis, it's Gabrielle.
We said we'd wait a few days and we were wise to.
Whenever we were with one another, we were helpless.
We were lost because we were moved,
without knowing why.
Now, I know why.
We must meet up.
As soon as possible.
Try to join me tonight at the club where we last met.
Tonight, if you can.
I'll wait for you.
I beg you, come.
I...
See you tonight.
What is stronger?
Your fear? Or your love for me?
Because you think I love you?
Show me your hand again.
He's back.
Where?
Around here.
Do you want one?
It's odd.
There's no one here today.
Yes, it's odd.
But it's not a bad thing.
I agree.
After we last met, I listened to all of Madame Butterfly.
It really is magnificent.
I'm happy to see you.
Me too.
You had something to tell me...
Yes.
But... it's hard to say.
I don't know where to begin.
So start at the end.
Will you dance with me?
We were right to wait.
We've listened to this song so much together.
But when?
When it first came out.
I saw all the images again during purification.
What have you done?
I obtained a post at the Justice Ministry.
I just started.
It's fascinating.
You should apply.
It would be good to be together.
We'd see each other often.
I love you.
Me too.
I'm glad to see you.
No!
In memory of Gaspard