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What a privilege to be dead.

What do you mean, dead?

Dead.

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

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

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

The queen? The queen?

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

No? You surprise me.

Bring me a free cuba.

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

You have to pay.

Let's leave the peace later.

You have to pay.

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

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

What are we doing here?

You're about to see barbarism.

Let the show begin. Amoral is in good taste.

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

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

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

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

There's a serious candidate here, Conann.

A serious candidate.

I've forgotten all about it.

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

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

Remember, Conann.

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

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

Are you scared?

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

Barbarians aren't scary.

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

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

What's this?

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

Does this puny little horror have a name?

Conann. My name is Conann!

Conann? A big name for such a small body.

You ready, Rainer?

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

I knew it.

No, a witness, madame.

Early will kill you.

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

I'm the one who's bleeding.

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

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

Mommy!

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

My back had become a web of pain and anger.

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

And the art of swallowing revenge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love and death are blind in this world.

And Conann snatched his first victory like a bramble.

She'll perish tomorrow, eyes wide open.

The grouse will have made their chlaf.

I'm losing one.

We do have a cage, don't we?

I have one, little sir.

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

Conann, tell me, did you enjoy killing?

Yes.

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

You'll become the most beautiful.

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

And for some reason, I'm getting old.

Reiner.

Getting old, Reiner.

Getting old, Conann?

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

Her body was incredibly soft.

Remember her body, sweetheart?

Don't talk.

But her heart, that evening, was elsewhere.

Sanja left the camp in the middle of the night.

Without a sound.

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

And no one knows about Sanja's secret love.

What's it to you?

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

Incredible.

Come on, come on. Are you having doubts?

I don't trust you.

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

My mother always told me not to touch it.

Maybe it's time to disobey mommy, Conann.

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

It's life that holds it.

Mother's poison did its work.

A colorful show.

Does he know life?

Conann was ready.

I felt liberated.

I felt light.

I felt immortal.

And barbaric.

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

He's asleep.

With me, you reach the pinnacle of success.

I don't trust you.

Here.

I owe you my life, that's all.

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

But how?

Do you want to see the future?

It'll be my pleasure.

Hello, Conann.

Do you know who I am?

No.

I'm you.

You at 25.

Look how handsome you're going to be.

And tall.

Give yourself a kiss.

What are you waiting for?

Embrace your future.

Do you want to be me? Faster?

Yes.

I didn't see the future like that.

I didn't see time passing.

The little caterpillar became a butterfly.

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

What a sense of showmanship.

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

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

Look at your youth. Feverish and dirty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is tears.

Tears of revenge and sex.

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

I felt indebted, wanted.

Apart from my revenge, I had no prospects.

Remember, Conann, when you were 25?

Look how moved she is. Real tears.

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

She jumped me.

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

Reiner!

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

What's she doing in the spirit world?

She's joining her secret love. Told you.

A corpse?

And I don't know everything.

Hold out your arms and look at me.

I thought you were going to help me.

And here, all I can do is guide.

Reiner!

Reiner!

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

You're lying.

He wasn't lying.

The lake of lost years lined the corridor of time.

Places full of dirty memories.

Of future holes.

And uncertain presents.

It's like deja vu all over again.

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

This is it. The one you want.

It's a sad song.

You'll be all alone and hurt his game.

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

Lay down everything.

Because barbarism is magic.

You can't feed magics.

Flesh is an overripe dig.

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

Flesh...

Who's that?

A harmless half-sister.

Like flesh is a sad song.

It's an undulating snake.

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

Its flesh opens to the protruding beaks of birds.

To the carapace of voracious insects.

Life is a sad song.

Thirst is the origin of all things.

When barbarism and metal no longer play at its fire.

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

Flesh...

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

Birds protrude.

To the carapace of voracious insects.

You're spoiling the show.

Time had stood still, but not my mind.

You're spoiling the show.

And who's this?

Reiner.

My bastard brother.

You always had Olympia style.

I admire that.

The valet of dead flesh.

The romantic of the macabre.

Have you seen my new recruit?

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

You sully what you look at.

You love yourself with the worst of human horrors.

But there's love coming!

You'll see!

I heard without being able to look.

I felt without being able to speak.

Reiner was revealing himself, in spite of himself.

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

So romantic, yes.

Here's the rest.

You'll die first.

You can't kill me.

I'm you in ten years, Conann.

I'm your future.

You don't follow your future.

You're lying to me.

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

Reiner, help me!

Take revenge!

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

It's still a big mistake, Skipper.

Your big mistake...

doesn't want to be ready, Sam.

My past doesn't believe me.

He who does not kiss his enemy cannot claim revenge.

You knew that, kisser.

Shut up, Sam.

Kiss her.

And you'll never know love.

Kiss her?

You scared?

Poor warriors?

Martry?

Armies?

Kiss.

And you'll see.

Otherwise...

you will attack the sun.

It will burn your skin.

Your love for Sanja will be incandescent.

You will feed her sex.

We'll know crazy love.

Kill me, my love.

All of you.

Let it end.

Now that you've

seen, now that you

know, make your choice.

My past.

You love Sanja so

much it hurts your eyes.

I swallowed my fate.

I swallowed my revenge.

I swallowed Sanja.

If love is rough with

you, be rough with it.

I prefer you ripe through what I believed.

I haven't seen this decade go by.

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

Let us live our love away from it all.

Even if it means we die sooner.

Change life, change times.

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

memory and sell your soul for the worst damnation.

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

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

I wanted a way out.

And what kind of destiny?

A destiny in the form of oblivion.

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

Just the memory of what you are.

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

Yeah, well...

Let's get this over with.

Let's call it 1998.

A good year.

The Bronx.

You sign here.

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

Forget about me.

Forget everything.

Except your love and your armor.

Happy are the necrophiliacs.

Never betrayed by their love.

You're disgusting.

Your morals aren't what they used to be.

And then...

Those were the happiest years of my life.

Cascading.

I embraced death.

I embraced its game.

I kissed the metal skull.

I had forgotten everything.

We lived in love.

Until the day Rhina...

Until I missed Conann so much that...

I let the bone go for the food.

Those were happy times.

I don't know how long it lasted.

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

But all good things must come to an end.

What's going on here?

It's gotta be a movie, man.

No, it's a stupid show.

Get off the plane.

Endless love flirting with death.

Let's go.

Too much happiness in the Bronx.

They'd forgotten about death.

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

To blow on the embers of betrayal.

I was recovering fast.

Too fast.

How are you feeling?

I'm feeling much better.

I took a shower.

It relaxed me.

That's nice. Take a rest.

Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

I've been thinking about a new series.

I'll tell you everything.

You'll miss me, you know.

Did you find the carburetor?

Yes.

Did you start the fire?

It'll warm you up.

Let me know.

I'll give you a hand.

I know you can.

Someone's here.

Who is there?

Who's in there? Junkie again?

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

My car broke down.

I was, uh...

I was wondering if I could call the police.

Oh, of course you can.

I'll call you.

Who is it, Junkie?

No, it's... someone.

I love you, Junkie.

I love you.

Help yourself.

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

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

Yes, please.

The answering machine.

Can I buy you something?

Yes, please. The same, with steel.

What kind of car is it?

A new one, made in Germany.

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

A what? When you're a cat?

I said something stupid.

Careful, careful!

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

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

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

I get so nervous when it rains.

You're not from around here, are you?

No, but my family's not far.

They are?

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

Still busy.

Lots of stores.

Yes? Hello.

My car broke down.

Where am I?

Allée des Flammes, number 27.

Allée des Flammes, number 27.

I'm Mr. Reiner.

Yes.

See you soon. Thank you.

I'll be there in half an hour.

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

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

I'd like to wait here.

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

Can I have one?

You like the cane!

It was in my pocket.

What's on your mind?

I don't want anything.

Why are you here?

My car broke down.

Kill him!

Don't worry about it.

Go to sleep, bastard.

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

How did you know my name?

What do you want?

Who the hell are you?

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

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

We don't know each other.

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

But Conann, listen to me. I look funny.

You're disgusting!

Conann! Conann!

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

Then shut the fuck up!

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

This dog is easily forgotten.

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

Vaguely.

What would you like?

A bullet?

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

I'm disgusting. I make everything complicated.

Hey! You wanted to see me?

Now I don't.

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

What's nothing?

Remember. Remember. It was...

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

No.

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

Hey, listen.

You need to go now.

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

We have our own lives now.

You've expanded. It's really incredible.

You wanted to show me all this.

But you have to go now.

I had an accident. I'm really tired.

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

You're crazy. You're insane.

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

Conann!

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

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

To hell with you.

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

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

Conann, you've destroyed everything.

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

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

Of course I've forgotten.

Rainer the Romantic imagined this story for my pleasure.

For our pleasure, Conann.

Look, I can explain.

We said we were free to live without moral constraints.

The only rule was no animals.

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

Then what is it?

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

You're not her type.

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

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

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

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

What's up?

You and your girlfriend are empty.

And you're dead.

Decapitated in midair.

My heart stopped beating.

I hadn't even noticed.

He explained everything.

The pact.

The barbarity.

The death.

Foolishness.

You went the other way, darling.

I don't understand a thing.

That story you told me last night...

I wanted to play with you a little.

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

Play?

Come on, let's go.

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

Take Sandra and let me live.

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

I swear to become the faucet of death.

You got your memory back, Colin?

Recall it as you wish.

I want to live.

Who killed you, love?

All right, then.

Any contract can be renegotiated.

Get dressed and get your sword.

My memory had returned.

And my barbarian heart was beating again.

Stronger than death.

My heart was beating for death on the march.

I fixed the engine, it's like new.

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

Just hold still.

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

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

Sanja is now a martyr to love.

Her endless agony will give you time to say goodbye.

Reiner, leave me like this.

Finish her off, uncle.

Reiner!

Finish her off!

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

I'm sorry.

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

I would have done it for you.

You're the only one...

I've ever loved.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my love.

I'm sorry.

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

And go our separate ways.

Excuse me, my love.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?

A little dignity and no cold.

Go on, old girl.

Get it over with.

I moved on to the next part.

No flowers, no wreaths.

Worse and worse, Conann. No emotion.

My last tears stayed in my young head.

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

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

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

Over time, masks come off, things change.

Conann became a demon and I became a barbarian.

Miracle! I'm a barbarian!

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

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

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

My worst time. The dirtiest.

Your coldest time, Conann. Cold and devastating.

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

Have you ever seen it?

Stop it!

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

What's all this?

Old Europe.

I've never seen it before.

Europe is beautiful.

Don't bullshit me, will you?

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

Bloody Europe.

Always proud when she walks the battlefield.

Playing the innocent, the virtuous, the cerebral.

You killed Europe. You can't do that.

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

Sister.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. Where does the scientist go?

In China. Eating bats with hairy youth.

What about traders and computer scientists?

Far from pollution. In clean mountain air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They speak to me. They tell me...

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

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

My shoulder! Shit!

Shit! Shit! Hey, calm down.

You're out of your mind.

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

Stop it. Stop it.

Don't. Don't.

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

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

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

I couldn't help it, you know.

I was the avenging hand of hell.

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

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

You're even more beautiful dead than alive.

I mean it sincerely, Imla.

You're getting lonelier and lonelier, I see.

Yes. Alone and proud of it.

Do you want to see my work?

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

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

I kill anything that sticks.

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

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

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

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

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

A striptease... for me.

Oh, you idiot. Pain answers.

Even immortals can suffer infinitely.

Illness makes me...

Right away, the drama, the big words.

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

You're becoming an angel of history, Conann.

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

Reiner, I'm dying.

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

Nothing disgusted me more than the woman I had become.

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

Conann flew over the dying world with panache and maturity.

I had it all. The world on my doorstep.

I was safe from want.

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

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

And become a work of art.

A work of art.

I'm so cold.

I want to go home.

I kept you warm, Conann.

We'd become inseparable.

We watched the world crumble and time pass.

But I'm tired of shifting weights.

It's time to move on, Reiner.

Reiner.

You've made up your mind?

Yes.

I can't understand you.

You're too human, Reiner.

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

Madame, your guests are here.

Send them in, Octavia.

Ex-Turil 21, sculptural architect.

Uma Porn, visual artist and caricaturist.

Colico Flux, performance poet.

Zurika Demain, multimedia director.

Diana Dart, artist.

Witch dancer.

Ultralux, musician-activist.

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

No photos, videos or recordings may be taken.

Please.

Thank you for...

for coming to my table.

You all know me.

And you know how much I appreciate your work.

This is a very special evening.

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

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

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

Please listen to it.

It'll be... painless anesthesia.

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

cooks and prepared in front of the bailiff.

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

Conann, you're beautiful.

You're rich and you're still young.

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

Please don't interrupt.

Viruses, wars and the economy have made you precarious.

Fragile, you artists, the pure.

I chose you for your commitment and inspiration.

I know you are in need.

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

But on one condition...

that you devour my prepared, cooked corpse.

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

Silence, Conann speaks.

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

In your veins and your flesh.

And no need to comment.

Good-bye, friends.

We'll be back.

Be good.

Awesome.

Crazy.

And despicable. I love it.

I love it.

We're gonna be rich.

Rich.

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

Do you eat human food every day, sweetie?

You drink your spit, don't you?

The list goes on.

What's wrong?

What's the matter, Ultra?

Are you gonna take this?

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

We'll be free from want.

We'll be able to create and redistribute.

But you make me sick.

You have no convictions, nothing.

No morals.

You're a hypocrite without a name, Ultra.

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

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

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

Not kill her, swallow her.

And it's indigestible.

It will infect us, corrupt us.

Those who eat it will be monsters.

Are you scared?

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

She'll end up in my shit.

It's what she deserves.

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

What are you gonna do with them?

Turn them.

Yeah, turn shit into gold.

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

Go for the purest of our art.

Without having to sell ourselves.

You're going to become barbarians.

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

Do what you like. You disgust me.

I'll leave you my share.

Nice.

Who's with me?

Who's what? Even you, Zurika?

I'm sorry, sir.

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

Okay, okay. Goodbye, trash.

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

She'll be back.

They're funny, the deeds.

Sad.

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

With this, no pain, madame.

I've known you braver.

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

Open, empty, stuff.

You'll love it, Madame.

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

Chemistry and alchemy were taking over my life.

I was becoming a digestible, respectable barbarian.

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

Everything's going swimmingly, Madame.

And Octavia, she doesn't inherit?

She's ready to follow me to my grave.

Ah, is that a true lie, Octavia?

I'd do anything for madame.

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

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

You think there's no artistic merit?

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

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

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

Need some recognition, Reyna?

Objectivity. What makes me different from such an opportunist?

Five, the singer has left us.

Urgency and absence of ulterior motive.

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

Let me savor these last moments.

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

Look, I'm becoming a lawyer.

I've never felt better.

And what a work, my work,

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

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

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

We coated the head.

A still life.

Ah no, he took the heart.

But at last, sir.

I'll keep the heart.

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

Madame is served.

At the table, children.

But she's moving.

She's unconscious, it's the nerves.

Her eyes are open.

Of course, you have to eat everything.

Everything is finely cooked. Everything is delicious.

And the hair?

Parmesan and asparagus cream.

Angel hair on roquefort emulsion.

I'm going for it.

You have to think of it as a performance.

An absolute, artistic act.

Survival.

She looks at me.

Swallows and lets go, closing her eyes.

Shit!

Her nipple has planted itself in my cheek.

There's no heart.

It's from Mr.

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

No, I'm not an artist.

Her vagina is sweet.

Sweet potato crushed strawberry jelly and balsamic vinegar.

You've got her anise in your spoon.

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

Rose petal on peppercorn.

Fingers are like skulls.

Shellfish consommé under grilled flesh.

Rice in her breasts.

Rice pudding in her rum.

With three sheep's cheeses.

Do you eat ass?

Anything, it listens to...

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

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

Their stomachs were part intestinal heritage.

Viruses, wars and the economy have made you precarious.

You, the artists.

The pure.

I chose you for your commitment and inspiration.

I know you are in need.

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

I chose you because of your commitment and inspiration.

But only on one condition.

You are free to leave the fortune or eat it.

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

In your veins and your flesh.

Don't forget the head.

Not the head!

If we stay, you won't inherit.

I feel like throwing up.

The party harder.

Curiously, I was disgusted.

And I already missed Conann.

We'll touch the head in five equal parts.

Such is Conann's will.

I don't want the eyes.

But she moans.

It's a sound effect.

There's a diamond in the eye.

There's gold in the skull.

The beginning of fortune.

Madame's idea.

Embellish the choice pieces with little presents to suck on.

I'm going to die.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

It wasn't that hard.

Self-satisfaction for dessert.

Indigestible pride.

Octave cried for me.

That's what brooms are for.

To do the dirty work.

My body was but a memory.

I was flowing in the veins of art.

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

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

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

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

But we can still clean up Conann's act.

Conann's business is rotten.

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

We have morals.

You ate a woman anesthetized for her fortune.

Digest, and you'll see things differently.

I feel like a Conann and proud of it.

We're going to be famous.

The five of us will take power.

Wonderful.

Give me a kiss, darling.

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

I never want to see you again.

I don't care if we never meet again.

We'll see who's the most famous.

I've got ideas in my head.

Horrors you can't even imagine.

Magnificent. The machine's on its way.

Can I take a souvenir photo before dispersal?

But what are you going to do with these photos?

The photo is a deed.

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

Of course. Stand side by side.

Come on, come on, come on.

There you go, there you go.

Sexier.

Sexier.

Hazier.

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

That's it, that's it.

And like that. And again.

What do you think? Do we have regrets?

We're too late.

We've swallowed it all.

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

I've been thinking.

They say you can't share.

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

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

And you came back to lecture us.

You failed.

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

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

Anything you say.

Now, let's digest, shall we?

Come on, move it.

Octavian? Take her out, please.

I just wanted to say one last thing.

Mort!

Mort! Come out, you.

Pushy little barbarian.

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

You, like all the others, will die.

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

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

Yes, you fooled me.

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

What are you talking about? You're censoring?

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

I swear to God.

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

I'm death.

Don't you get it?

You're a dog-faced bailiff.

Ah, you're beautiful, you know.

I used to have a heart.

Not for much longer.

Yes.

I had a heart.

And I'm proud of it.

Touché.

Touche.

It was beating for you, that heart, Conann.

No one but me, Reiner.

I'm the most barbaric of barbarians.

The indomitable Conann.

I'll always be there for you.

Do you have any regrets?

An ocean of regrets.

Conann was now a living hell.

Condemned to recover his memory.

And I, condemned to lose and find Conann.