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VISITING HOURS

Are they a gift?

No.

Hello, Bernadette Beaufils. Can I get a locker key?

I have a 3 p.m. visit.

Thank you.

- Over there? - Yes.

Hello, Mrs. Djibran for Mr. Djibran,

please.

Thank you.

- Mr. Akratif. - For 3 p.m.

The prisoner number is right, this time.

- On the left? - Yes.

For the 3 p.m. visit.

The guard will come shortly.

It'll be ok.

No, it won't.

I think of him all the time, I can't sleep.

I imagine him where he is.

I imagine him hungry and cold

and maybe needing us.

I love him so much.

I love him so, so much.

And I'm angry at him for all he's putting us through.

Of course.

I can't take anymore.

They granted you permission to visit.

I'll give them the clothes.

Look. Use this number to book your visit.

You can do it yourself online at this address.

- Are you sure you booked a visit? - Yes, 2 weeks ago.

I see your visit, it's tomorrow.

No, it's today, look.

November 9th, see?

Right. But that's tomorrow. Today is the 8th.

Tomorrow?

No way.

I can't believe it.

I made a mistake, my bad.

Any wiggle room?

No, you're scheduled for tomorrow.

I can't, I've got kids and live far away!

Please! I took a 3-hour train.

Call a supervisor or someone!

Others are waiting. Come tomorrow.

- I know, but I can't! - Move!

Shut your face and mind your own ass!

- You need to leave. - Not until you call a supervisor.

- You need to leave. - Please!

She came a long way, can you help her?

I came a long way too.

Further than her! We all did.

Sorry Mrs. Lund, but rules are rules.

No visit if you're not on the schedule.

Last time he said to bring cyanide. If I didn't,

- he'd jump out the window. - Sure!

Trying to get his visits revoked?

I don't feel well.

My head is spinning.

Call an ambulance!

Help!

Call an ambulance!

3 p.m. visits, let's go!

Please...

- Thanks a lot. - My pleasure.

I came early.

Been awhile.

- Yes. How's everyone? - I lost my car.

Can I get a bus back?

Nasser!

Nasser, I came!

You hear me? I came!

Sure you don't want it?

I'm sad about the loss of the cat.

Buy yourself another one.

Going to the station?

Yes.

I'm going that way. Get in.

Get in, I said.

Thanks.

Put the bag in the back.

Range Rover 4?

Yes, my husband took it fishing.

Nice, huh?

Was the cyanide true?

True or not, they've all got some bad blues.

Off we go.

Everything ok?

Actually, I have nothing to do.

Dumb, aren't I?

Fancy a drink? No!

Up for some fun? Not on your life!

Why not stay?

We'll eat out.

We earned it.

No thanks, that's sweet, but...

I can't, my kids are waiting.

Someone can watch them.

No late trains.

I can put you up, no problem.

Why don't you ask me?

Then you can do your visit.

It's good to keep your word.

We'll leave our things and go eat.

And please, call me Alma.

But I made risotto.

Shoot, I should've called!

A good one, too.

Shall we eat here?

Mina, what do you think? Since we're here?

Yes.

Cristina, this is Mina, an old friend.

She missed her train, so she's staying over.

Hello, ma'am.

Hello.

This way, Mina.

Are you Slovakian?

You're the first French person to recognize my accent.

They usually say Polish, Georgian,

Romanian or Italian.

All the same to the French.

I knew because my boss has the same accent.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- What's your job? - Dry cleaning.

Once she brought back a local treat. So yummy.

It was... potato pancakes.

- Ah, harula. - Harula, yeah. So yummy.

Yeah, they're good, but greasy.

Enjoy.

Thanks.

I'd love to find a job nearby.

If you hear of anyone, ma'am... Sorry, Alma...

if you hear of anyone needing

a housecleaner, childcare, eldercare...

- I'll take anything. - I'll ask my friends.

- Thanks, I'll leave my number. - Ok.

- See you tomorrow? - No, she refuses my hospitality.

You're at the prison too? Doing ok?

I couldn't have said it better myself. So true.

We're there too. We have 2 homes. Lucky us.

Off I go, before this degenerates!

Thanks, it's so yummy!

Goodnight Cristina. Thank you so much.

Lying is exhausting.

Far too much work.

What do you mean?

When people know your husband's in prison,

they don't dare ask why.

Out of kindness,

out of fear.

So I make the first move.

I say, "Ask me what he did. Ask me!

"Ask me what he did.

"Go ahead.

"Ask me what he did!"

Go on!

Ask me.

- Ask you what? - What he did!

What'd he do?

That's it!

Thank you.

He was at a doctors' seminar in Arcachon.

My husband is a neurologist.

A spinal neurologist. Know what that is?

Here. The spine.

I know, because...

I was a dancer!

He came out of a board meeting,

drunk as a seminar doctor,

insisted on driving back at night, sped through an intersection, and...

mowed down two pedestrians. Two women.

A mom and daughter.

The daughter is paralyzed for life.

The mother was killed instantly.

And he didn't stop.

A hit-and-run. You catch hell for that.

Yeah. He got 6 years.

6 years? That's all?

That's a lot for a man like him.

He wasn't prepared.

So what did yours do?

Jewelry store.

He was a jeweler?

I wish.

To France!

Ok.

- I feel like singing the anthem. - It's lame.

No, it's not!

Yes it is.

I disagree.

Shit, I forgot the drawing!

Fuck.

- You seem better today. - I'm great.

Splashed out on a luxury spa hotel.

Mrs. Mazia.

Sorry.

- Mrs. Hirti. - Yes.

Go through the metal detector.

This isn't 500 grams.

Did you weigh it?

- 500 grams is a forearm. We're short. - Ok.

Take this.

Perfect.

2 euros, please.

- By card. - No machine.

There's an ATM outside.

- Where? - The bank. You'll see it.

A debt paid is a friend kept!

- Hop in the shower. - Already?

Yeah.

Get going. Water not too hot.

I love it hot.

I go first.

No, I go first.

Dammit!

Hello, how are you?

She's back.

How wonderful. Hi, Mina.

You look gorgeous today.

Mina, how are you? Alma here, your bourgeois pal.

I'm not great.

You're negative. I disapprove.

Plus, I found you a job.

- I don't believe you. - It's true.

At my husband Christopher's clinic.

As an assistant?

You haven't studied medicine.

Sorry, you were joking!

You don't joke very often!

- Are you sure? - Yes.

You know I have plenty of room.

Just come.

Ok, well... I'll let you know.

Thanks, take care.

You ok?

Is there a problem?

I can't believe it.

Anne-Lise just told me. I can't believe it.

You weren't gonna tell me?

You're leaving?

Leaving us?

Without telling a soul.

Will you ever stop being selfish?

C'mon.

I'm the one doing 5-hour roundtrips.

I'm lending Anne-Lise my flat...

Exactly, and that worries me.

Gotta hang onto social housing.

What about Nasser?

Does he know?

You can't just sneak off.

I'm not sneaking off.

I found a job in Bordeaux, gonna try that.

- Really? - Really.

A rich lady's housing me. Got me a job.

Everyone's fucking me over.

You two must have a plan for the watches.

Watches?

What are you on about?

You make no sense.

I make no sense?

You were at the trial too. Watches? All gone.

A young prisoner, out soon, mentioned the watches.

You bet I'm worried.

You say there are no watches, but now I know there are.

I lost everything! You bet I'm worried!

You're delirious. Have you lost your mind?

Idir had the watches.

They were gone, so the cops must have them.

They weren't on his corpse.

Talking about my brother's death?

You have no right!

Ok, got it. Sorry.

But the watches are gone.

They've gone bye-bye for good.

You and Nasser are planning something.

Nonsense.

Nasser took the fall. Let him be.

But he's not dead!

And you're leaving!

If Nasser had died, I'd let him be!

- Go tell him! - My kids are sleeping.

Don't yell.

What's your aim? Wanna scare us with your pain?

- You're just crazy. - Shut the fuck up!

Where'd he stash the watches?

She doesn't know, Yacine.

See that?

She's my lady, I love her.

Are you ok?

Sorry, Mina.

You know how he is about his brother.

Shoot, it broke.

Julien, stop.

Julien, stop!

Is it your Switch?

Shoot! Sugar! Shit!

Ok, enough screen time. Basta!

Julien, I'll teach you something.

A balloon deflates in how long?

Time can be measured, Julien.

In seconds, in minutes.

Minutes are too long. A balloon goes flat real quick.

Your sister knows this, because she's big.

Kids should go outside, right?

Yes, preferably with shoes.

True.

Julien, careful getting off the couch.

- He's not dumb. - I know.

But household accidents happen more than you think.

Let's go.

I don't like this booster. Coming?

So... wait for me here.

You can play. Ok?

Young man, keep an eye on them for me.

I'll bring Mom for her break.

I wanna come.

Stay right here.

Alma!

What a rare treat to see you!

Ah, Nelly.

I came to see my little protegee.

- How's it going with her? - Great.

How's he doing?

Badly, but thanks for asking.

Remember to put yourself first.

By getting laid, like you do?

Not only. That's not all I meant.

But you meant that, too.

You're a pain.

Yes, I am a pain.

I plead attenuating circumstances.

But thanks for not bothering him in his cell.

What are you doing here?

Where are they?

Don't worry.

In the kid area. Someone's watching them.

You shouldn't have come.

You're not wrong.

Why have I come?

The park didn't work, wrong shoes.

- So we came to see you. - Still.

- You can't stay here. - You're right.

I never go out, I forgot how.

All these lab coats... Tough to see.

Off I go.

See you later.

Stop it, Yacine.

I'm at work, I can't talk.

Nonsense, I'm not abandoning anything.

You know I haven't been allowed to visit him yet.

I'm hanging up now.

What's this mess?

Mina, how are you?

We've been having fun.

They played robbers. We stole a crutch to burst balloons.

Is it pretty?

Very, honey. Shower time, let's go.

- Noor! - What are you doing?

Give me that. It's bad luck.

Let go, it's not a toy.

In the shower, now!

No back talk! Wanna end up like the fox and the flies?

Get up.

I'm not kidding, it's late.

- Screw off. - What'd you say?

Watch your mouth. That's bad language.

It's "screw this", not "screw off".

Noor and Julien, let's go.

Go on.

Put that down!

She never listens. Give it.

- Let go. You're strong! - It's not funny.

- Here. - Thanks.

Let's go, kids.

Shower time.

- Leave it for Cristina, Mina. - It's fine.

They want a kiss.

- You can be proud of their energy. - I am.

If you had a way to make life a little easier

by granting our request, we'd be grateful.

Yes, it'd be really kind of you...

to make it easier.

We're really hoping.

Enrolling kids in the middle of the school year is tricky.

Mina's too private to tell you,

but her husband's in prison for a hit-and-run.

She wants a divorce when he gets out.

She's had enough chaos.

Isn't that right, Mina?

Yes, yes.

You say it's no life for the kids.

For you, either.

Well, I manage.

But it's not easy.

Not at all.

You need to know too

that Mina's trauma has multiple explanations.

When the accident happened,

the woman in the passenger's seat

was a mistress...

I don't mean to trivialize it.

She was Mina's husband's mistress.

So...

He's a real womanizer.

Mina's husband.

Sorry to be so frank about painful things,

but I think the principal appreciates our transparency.

Yes, I do.

I'll need proof she lives in the district.

Mina lives in the district, with me.

You're a couple?

No, we're not a couple. We're cohabitating.

The house is big.

That's one problem solved!

All my respect.

You sure wound her up!

- Right? - Here, your jacket.

Too tight.

Thank you.

No, get to sleep.

- Can you leave it open? - Yes.

Sleep, now.

Perfection never forgives.

When I danced I wasn't around, yet he didn't cheat.

I was just a white tutu in the lineup, but to him...

I was a prima ballerina.

After I quit, I looked after him a lot.

Myself too, a bit.

And then...

things degenerated.

He was never around.

One day, I'd had enough.

I left him.

I never should've quit dancing.

Then he talked me into coming back

and bought me this big painting.

I'm the love of his life.

Know who this is?

Baryshnikov.

- You don't know Misha? - Not at all.

Christopher and I saw him in Copenhagen.

Perfection.

A man who dances is another world.

In any case, this is my painting, all mine.

His amends for slutting around.

When I say take advantage, accept...

I took the painting.

You don't want to?

Why'd you wear jeans?

When I left this morning,

I wore jeans so we could talk.

Now I want to take them off.

Fuck!

Fuck...

Why don't you ever talk?

Why are you always so vague?

I want you to tell me things.

What things?

That you love me, miss me, you're angry...

Stuff people say outside.

Did we say them?

- You met someone. - Like I have time!

Wanna trade places?

Take my place? Then speak!

What's up with the watches?

What?

Yacine came to see me.

He mentioned the watches.

I thought that was over.

It is.

Well then, you know him.

He's unstable. And I'm no part of your mess.

The watches are gone! You were at the trial.

Small fish act big here.

Think they'll resell those watches when they get out.

But it's rumors, bullshit! The jail grapevine!

Yacine... is grieving his brother.

But I think of Idir every day too.

Every day, I cry for Idir. When I'm not thinking of you.

It's you, Idir... Idir, you.

I don't even know what the kids look like now!

Why is Yacine suddenly upset?

He needs to let you be and respect me!

Maybe he's paranoid because I left.

What are you saying? Where'd you go?

Don't worry, I've got this.

Narbonne was too far away.

I found a job. The kids and I are figuring it out.

Where are you?

With a co-detainee.

She's got room for us.

You move in with people now?

It's ok, she's a woman. She's trustworthy and kind.

Some people still are.

Look...

This time I remembered.

It hurts me that you have to cope alone.

I'm ok.

I'll wear a skirt next time.

Alright.

What do you say, guard?

Any chance of a bed?

I brought you a leftover crepe.

I had guests over.

It was fun.

They held the AGM. It went well.

They miss you, you know.

They're doing fine without me.

Like everyone else.

You're dumb.

Yes, I'm very dumb.

Just your opinion.

Sign here.

The trouble is...

I only hear myself thinking in here.

Here.

Thanks.

Can't swallow this.

You don't want it?

Don't like it?

It's disgusting.

Too dry?

I didn't make it.

Anyway.

- How are you, Mrs. Lund? - Fine.

It's not working, there's a glitch.

Hello? Help! Everything's frozen, makes no sense.

Yes.

You can sign up on internet.

Or you can wait. It'll work at some point.

Ok, we'll wait.

We'll get it done. I have no time to procrastinate.

He takes out the jar and examines it.

Looking like a moron,

he goes, "What's this?"

"A jar of pâté, guard."

"Not guard, warden!

"And no pâté! Things can be slipped in!"

"Things? What things, Mr. Warden?"

"Things! And it's warden, no mister!"

"I reach in and I feel nothing. You try."

"Proves nothing."

"You prefer your pâté transparent, Mr. Warden?"

"I prefer nothing at all!"

"Ok, then take it, so it doesn't go to waste."

"What if it's poisoned, then what?"

"You'll die, Mr. Warden, and we'll be so very sad!"

Enough clowning around!

We're not on TV.

Don't blame me if your guy isn't allowed visits.

- I'm not the enemy. - Leave him out of it!

And give it a rest, for once.

They cancelled your visit?

You stay out of it!

I know it's tough, after waiting 2 weeks.

Cut the crap. It won't happen to you!

Hey! Her man's done 3 years so far. She's done 1,000 visits!

103 visits.

Exactly. 103, 123,

133, 143... Enough for you?

Do you know her life? Are you psychic?

Let it go. She's just enraged.

I'm enraged?

Yes, I'm enraged!

Excuse me, sorry!

I'm so late. The traffic is awful!

So, so sorry!

He's a lovely boy. His mother can rest easy.

You do such beautiful work.

But this place is confusing.

- Where's the elementary part? - Behind that building.

Ah, other side?

Thank you.

- His bag. - Right, his bag! Sorry.

Come, Julien.

And now?

Quieter.

Which plug is it again, HDMI?

HDMI2.

Hang on.

Maybe it's this one.

Is it working?

- It's working! - Great.

Come, Julien. Put the guitar away, hurry.

- What do you say? - Thanks, Alma.

Hello?

Pierre!

Ok, here we go.

Go on.

Careful, gonna crash.

Careful, careful!

Christopher's getting out.

- Just a matter of time. - Great news!

Yeah, great news.

I can't believe it.

All because of a new hire, apparently.

Christopher operated on the new judge's brother's wife.

Naturally, she's grateful.

Wonderful.

Yeah, wonderful.

A perk of being a brain surgeon.

People owe you their lives.

Wanna change games?

Or not?

It's nice having people here.

It's cool.

Someone's here to see you. I'll take over.

Ok, thanks.

What do you want?

Don't come to my workplace.

I came to see if your new life is true.

And I don't call voicemails.

So?

Nasser has nothing to say.

So the watches are all gone?

Life is hard, Mina. Remember that. And me.

I know what we need.

RAF.

R.A.F., like the English planes.

Royal Air Force.

And R.A.F. like ready as fuck.

We'll take a trip.

Forget prison, and pester only ourselves.

- What about school? - Fuck school.

I'll clear it with the principal.

School's important, but so are we.

We need air.

If we crash and burn,

shall we blame Christopher?

Don't forget the kids back there.

Hurry, faster!

Keep moving.

Hurry, we'll be soaked.

Careful with the gear.

A toast?

To Christopher!

Who killed a pedestrian while his mistress was blowing him.

A blowjob, and boom!

Sorry for putting it that way.

But your man was a real slut.

Maybe anger keeps me going.

And my sense of humor.

A man who sluts it up and gives me torn posters...

Unusual, right?

You get it, you take your share too.

No, it's not comparable.

And the more abuse you take, the more jokes you make.

You can't stand your man anymore. The love is gone.

It's obvious.

That's no life.

Hello, ladies.

Hello.

Sorry, but aren't you nuts

to be on the beach today?

What about you?

I'm the paintball monitor.

Fred, at your service!

I'm Alma, she's Mina.

My little sister.

It shows, right?

Sure, there's a resemblance.

We hear that often.

Where are the brothers-in-law?

What brothers-in-law?

Your husbands, the brothers-in-law.

Who says we're married?

- Hold this. - My pleasure.

Cheers.

- You good? - Yeah.

It's ok, I can do it.

I'll get our things.

Why can't I stay dressed?

Because you're a big girl.

Put on your pajamas.

Hurry up.

Noor got hassled by bullies at school.

Hassled how?

They pulled her hair and took her bag.

It was wet. I worried they'd peed on it.

But actually, no.

- How old are they? - Same as her, I imagine.

You don't care?

I'll go see the teacher.

- Want an egg? - No thanks.

How was it?

Work. Were you doing the annual inventory?

No, we cleaned the tanks.

Got it done.

In all my trips to the clinic, I never saw the tanks.

You had no need to go to the laundry room.

Plus, tanks are ugly.

Though I wouldn't know. I never look at ugly things.

That chair was Christopher's favorite for drinking coffee.

Enjoy it while you still can.

He always sits there.

I never look at it straight-on.

From the side, it's ok.

What's on your mind?

I'm going to look for an apartment in Bordeaux.

Are you joking?

As if we lacked space!

That chair is so ugly!

I never liked it. His choices were a mystery to me.

Why this chair?

He knows tax-exempt investments, but not chair design.

How do we make a good choice?

The post-Fauvist painting in your room is cute.

I always hated the painting of the one-eyed lady next to it.

And yet, a good choice.

Bought for 9,000, worth 36,000 now.

Jackpot.

The other one went from 25,000 to 90,000.

And the one in the stairway

went from 9,000 to 19,000.

A real winner, Christopher.

Clever, buys quantity, diversifies.

He can't lose.

He did that everywhere with everyone.

He collects, stocks up.

My walk-in closet is crammed.

Do you think...

we make...

mistakes or choices in life?

We do what we can.

Stop!

You don't like being touched.

You owe me a full tank for the round trip.

Nasser can't tell me where the watches are.

- Can't or won't? - Who cares, if you get your money.

Come.

Look.

For the taking.

Art's the best investment.

See? This painter is worth money.

- And the cameras? - The painting's in her house.

- Wanna see it? - No.

Look.

Look.

Look, I said.

See?

Different painting, same painter.

Dude fucks his wife over, rips some posters and she's back.

I'll draw you a map.

Take it, run and leave us alone.

Get a moving van as cover.

Do it tomorrow during visiting hours.

The only day she goes out.

Nice one.

Very strategic and thorough.

You just forgot the cops will go straight to you.

A North African girl, husband in jail,

moves in shortly before the burglary.

It's written all over you.

She won't call the cops.

You don't know owners.

She won't call them.

Just leave us alone, Yacine.

Please.

Know what?

We're doing this my way. I need you there, taking the risk too.

I've got visiting hours with her. Wouldn't be credible.

Figure it out.

Shall I take your kids too?

Maybe you're tricking me.

Is this a trap?

No.

Is it?

It's a real plan. Simple.

The thing's in the entry hall. Grab it and go.

Make them cakes!

Cakes are rejected.

They fear we'll slip a knife in.

Or drugs.

Lawyers offload the drugs. Supplements their income.

I believe that!

One day a guard found photos

in a woman's underwear.

Photos?

Photos, photos...

Photos of herself, naked!

For her man?

No, for a guard, I mean...

she hoped a guard would find them.

- So she was nuts. - No, romantic.

If Alma is imagining such a thing,

it's her fantasy.

Uniforms are sexy.

I believe there's a perfect symmetry.

Women lust after men in uniforms,

and men lust after... uniforms on women...

You're on fire, Alma!

I have a bit of sunstroke,

but the cheesecake'll help.

Christopher's favorite cake.

- Ah, our dear Dane! - Norwegian.

Good evening.

Finally!

Here she is.

Where were you? I called the clinic.

I ran an errand for my mom.

- Why didn't you ask for the car? - Didn't think to.

So...

Mina, meet my friends.

Emmanuelle, my best friend. Daniel, her husband.

Jean-Paul, Christopher's partner.

An eminent surgeon

and occasional saxophonist.

Eugénie...

Old name, modern woman.

Delphine, hiding over there.

Florence, my cousin. Anne...

my friend from dance school.

And last but not least, Pierre...

Delphine's husband.

My lawyer, but also my friend.

Let me introduce... Mina.

Nice to meet you.

Are you replacing Cristina?

No, you're way off!

Mina's my co-detainee.

She lives here, she's my friend.

Sorry, my mistake!

Sorry. Welcome, dear Mina.

We owe this party to Pierre.

He's the hero of the day.

Christopher's out in a month, it's official.

And perfectly irrevocable!

Pierre is a prominent lawyer.

The Rolls Royce of lawyers.

I had nothing to do with it. We got lucky with an honest judge.

They exist. Rare, but they exist!

Sometimes a Punto is better than a Rolls.

So true!

Right. A Rolls Royce can irritate an honest judge.

The secret is knowing how to stay humble.

Look at those darlings!

Kids, here?

You woke them up.

What are you doing here?

Straight out of a Gérard de Nerval novel.

The first of the field orientalists!

How beautiful you are.

How beautiful they are, how charming.

- Want to measure their skulls, too? - Sure, no... I don't know.

I'm drunk, sorry.

- Sorry, Nina... - Mina!

Mina.

Good wine.

And expensive, like good lawyers.

Come on, kids.

Hasta luego!

You ok?

Yeah.

So... no need to pick me up from work today.

They cancelled my visit.

Really, why?

They didn't want to say.

I'm pissed off.

Pissed off, or relieved?

Both.

Bye.

Cristina married a piranha?

Why do fish eat kids?

No, she got married in Tirana.

And fish don't eat kids. Just in cartoons.

- A little surprise. - Thanks.

Kisses.

Don't take them off.

Thank you.

Stay right there.

I'm gonna win.

Got it?

Careful of the light.

There, there.

Don't get greedy.

Come on.

What if she doesn't come home?

We'll all be living together.

I have a roommate now.

Her name is Mina.

I met her here.

You may know her husband.

His name is Nasser.

Nasser Hirti.

Do you hear me?

They may want to bring down a big name.

An expensive, high-profile lawyer can be detrimental.

Always better to keep a low profile.

You're so negative.

We won, Pierre told me.

If the judge is linked, even remotely, to the judged,

that's a conflict of interest.

This will backfire on me.

It's better to have a Punto than a Rolls?

Yes.

Learn to keep a low profile.

Mina would say, "So why do the rich take the Rolls?"

Who's Mina?

Until I'm on the outside, I'm inside.

Hard to believe you'll soon be back in my bed.

I mean, our bed.

Did you find a new cat?

We've always been together, I've been there for you.

I know you love me.

I want you.

Stop, Alma...

I beg you, stop.

We'll learn it all again...

Stop!

Be brave.

Humiliation?

No, we're stronger than that.

So, we'll have fun.

Sure.

Even with the worst humans, you can have fun.

You'll get back in your scrubs.

Uniforms are sexy.

They will all be here. The mother, the whore...

the witch, the nun...

Even the nurse will be there.

Yep.

Mina!

I was so scared!

I couldn't do anything.

I'd just showered...

Did they hit you?

No, just this.

I couldn't do anything.

- They took my painting. - What?

- Which one? - My painting, you know!

- Hang on... - No way.

Am I hurting you?

Anything else?

I don't think so.

It's strange. I have far more valuable paintings.

I feel dizzy.

The kids are fine.

Shit, the kids!

Where are they?

Noor! Julien!

Kids!

They're ok. What are you doing?

Calling the cops, what else?

They said they'd kill us if we called the cops.

I have to report it, even for the insurance.

You know the cops will blame me, right?

I have no choice.

There's always a choice.

Wait, let's think it over.

How many were there?

Two.

- Would you recognize them? - No, they had masks.

Ah, masks, like in the movies.

You didn't see them coming?

No, I told you, I was in the shower.

Suddenly I felt hands on me, they dragged me...

They fucked up my wrists, those assholes.

Do you have marks?

It hurts.

No marks.

Shame. The police would've known you'd been attacked.

That wouldn't help. You don't know them.

They'd say I did it myself or something.

I'd vouch for you and they'd believe me.

My profile is credible.

I'm your best safeguard, a great cover.

For sure.

I could even pretend I saw them tie you up!

No, let's not start lying.

So only you have the right?

To lie.

Only you have the right?

- Why are you messing with me? - I don't know.

Who's messing with whom.

I'm sad you think I'm this stupid.

No more joking around.

- You don't like that painting! - It's mine!

I did it for you.

Hear that, Noor?

She robbed me for my sake. She's so nice!

She is nice.

I'm ridding you of all that shit. You never would.

Go ahead, turn me in.

Call them, go on.

Call.

Call!

You have 2 hours.

I never want to see you again.

Here.

Go on.

Get in, honey.

Mina Hirti, leave me a message.

Mina, I got your answering machine.

I imagine you on the run in the forests.

But most of all,

I love imagining your mocking face

at the sight of my ass on the floor,

making myself laugh

with the echo of my own voice in this empty house.

I'm now listening to that silence,

all the louder for following an important friendship,

Mina.

And, though it kills me to admit it,

because you really got me good,

you are the event.

The undertaker, so to speak.

The radical experiment.

Keep the car.

Gives me the luxury of never seeing you again.

The house is vacant. The doorknobs are valuable.

Just saying.

Careful of the pool,

with the kids.

Reactivate the security alarm.

And... get a move on.

Christopher will be back soon.

Ah, I forgot this one.

So beautiful.

Here we go...

Oh Mina...

Careful.

Hello Cristina.

I thought I heard you come in.

There's a truck outside.

My license works!

For you.

A good investment.

Just be patient.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

What do I tell Mr. Christopher?

Tell him I left and bought a campervan.

Stay here.

Be right back.

They fill a river

My tears of joy

Authentic romantic

No love, you're no one

A magnetic song

Such a lovely to-and-fro

Tell me you're lying I feel your lies It's no surprise

Fear is driving!

Fear on the run, fury for fun

Embracing this merry mistake!

Ass on the ground Hate bleeding out

Arms push up the ceilings

Of the tunnels you dance in

A silent, beautiful greeting A sky-high leap

Into my arms

You will dance

Far from the light of day

And you will laugh...

Subtitles by Sionann O'Neill

Subtitling TITRAFILM