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[light pop music]

- The girl never asks the boy out.

- She can't! - Never! Never!

- Everyone knows this... - If she does that, the girls gonna seem like she's too eager.

- The rule is so stupid. - No way!

- No, it's not!

- Rafael was the one who asked me out first.

He's crazy about me.

- You mean that guy who always stares at my butt?

You mean that Raphael?

He stares at all our butts!

- It doesn't mean anything! - He said that he finds me fascinating.

- He knows the word "fascinating"? - Well, yeah.

- Maybe you think he's fascinating! - What do you mean by that?

- Oh, Rafael!

Kiss me! Kiss me, please! - Guys, it's not funny!

- Rafael, kiss her! - Shut up, Esther! Stop!

[all laughing]

- Myrtille, have you got something?

I think I've started.

- Started what? Get off her, Esther!

[orchestral music]

- Are you OK, Solange?

- Can I call home?

- Yes, of course.

Did you forget something?

- Who is my little cupcake? - Hey, quit it!

- I could eat you up right now. - Quit it.

Stop, I said quit it!

- OK.

So, what's with the emergency pick up?

Do you have a fight with Myrtille or something?

- No, I've got a problem and it's urgent.

- A problem so urgent it couldn't wait until tomorrow?

- No, it can't. It's my period.

- Sorry, sweetie, I didn't hear you.

- Period!

- Oh.

Don't be so sad, it's only for 40 years.

- Can we go to the pharmacy?

- Back already?

You guys finish studying?

What's the matter? Is she OK?

- Calm down, it's not a big deal.

- No, you didn't tell me!

What is it, a sick colleague again?!

I can't look after her tonight!

- Neither can I, so what do we do?

- Let me know in advance!

- What do you want for me, a letter?

- So, what do I do now, call Mrs. Vittoz?

- Yes, fine, call her.

[rapid footsteps approach]

- Are you OK?

If you um...

want to talk about it or... if you want advice from me?

Uh... - I'm fine.

- I'm sorry about tonight, I talk to your dad and...

- I know, I'll get my stuff.

[zipper whirring]

- So, you're not staying here tonight, Solange?

Lucky you, I'm making your favorite.

Rabbit stew.

You seem so upset, my dear.

Why don't you go and sit down.

- Hey, frog face!

I thought you only came on Thursdays.

[both hiss]

- No, my dad has something totally unexpected come up.

- Don't be silly, you can come anytime.

- Yeah, anytime.

- Guillaume, don't you touch my carrots!

- Come on, let's watch the movie... - Get out of here, let me work!

- OK, Mom! It's a classic.

[romantic movie music]

- Does it hurt when they do it?

- No no, it just stings a bit.

It only hurts if you're scared.

- ...You're loco. He's not even up here.

- He came up alone?

- Hey, stop it.

You're too old for that.

- When then who was it that we took out of there?

- Whoever shot at you. - Well, who was it?

- I don't know. - You mean, you won't tell.

- I mean, I don't know.

Why should I lie to you?

[dramatic movie music]

- Oh, Terri, I see the way you look at me,

it makes me very... uncomfortable.

Terri, what are you doing?

Ah... No, Terri. Please don't.

We must not.

[smooches]

- Solange, can you give me a hand?

- Coming!

- Soso, what are you doing?

[door opening]

Be back by 11:00, OK?

- No, 12:30! The same curfew as last year.

- Who will you be with? - With Myrtille.

[distant live music]

- He doesn't really speak English

and it's like, so weird...

- Hey you! - Hello.

- We look after each other, but... nothing.

- He understands anything?

- No, and all I know in Italian is "suck my dick!"

Do you know anymore?

- Well, you need to say what a girl wants first.

- Well, what should a girl say, then?

Tell us, come on. What should she say? - I don't know!

- Just do it, Myrtille. - No.

- Then, maybe you should just ask him. - No way! No No, no no no.

- Fine, I'll do it.

Terri? - Yeah?

- "You're beautiful, make love to me."

[both laughing]

- Sorry? - No, no no no.

It's OK. You're good.

- I really like your top, it's super cute.

- Thanks.

- Hey, bitches!

Anyone got a smoke?

- I've already quit, you tool. [laughing]

- Solange, when are we going to do it?

- Um, I'm not desperate.

- Thanks. Bye-bye. See you again!

- Hey, how do you say "pussy" in Italian?

We want to explain something to Terri.

- I'll need a photo of yours, for my collection.

- Oh! So, it's you who's been sending the dick pics

all over the place! - No way, eh.

- That thing is so tiny! - You've obviously never seen it, then!

- You have a small penis, OK.

- That's disgusting. Don't make me look at it.

[laughing and screaming]

[water splashing]

[grunts]

- What... Oh my God.

Did she, did she just kiss him?

[music thumping]

- My friends will be here soon.

- No problem.

- One shot, please...

[dance music thumping]

[coughing]

[music continues]

- Excuse me, can we have a bottle of champagne, please?

Thanks.

What's your name?

- Charlotte.

- Where are you from, Charlotte?

- Clèves.

- Oh, Clèves.

I'll be right over.

You're not at the carnival?

- No, it's crap.

- Oh, it's crap, is it?

- Yeah, crap.

- You see my friend over there?

He's getting married tomorrow.

That's why we're partying.

We are firefighters, over in Thônes.

[glasses clink]

- [coughs] - [chuckles]

Wanna dance, Charlotte?

[dance music thumping]

[breathing heavily]

[dance music continues]

- Wait.

- What are you doing? Are you kidding me?

- Let go!

[panting]

Shit!

[class clinks]

[munching]

Yeah?

- Ready?

- For?

- We... said that we were going fishing.

- Uh, no, I can't.

I'm going to see my friends today.

- OK... OK. OK.

That sounds great!

Enjoy yourselves, huh? - Yes...

Go dry your hair before we go out.

- Sorry. Another time? - No problem.

- You OK? You look like a zombie.

- It's Mom.

Some days I miss her more than others and it's stupid but...

It's been almost 2 years. Can you believe that?

- Yeah.

Are you... still going to fish though?

- No, I'll do a bit of cleaning.

I have to go to the Mathyses'.

Their sinks got a leak.

I do odd jobs for them.

- OK... - So...

Well... - See you.

- Yeah, see you.

No, Myrtille, I promise you, I'm not interested in Terri.

I've never tried to steal a guy you like.

You should have come to the club with me instead.

It was awesome.

Yeah.

A firefighter.

Yeah, totally!

He kept telling me I was sexy.

OK, we started kissing, and he was a great kisser.

Then, you know what?

He put his finger in! [laughing]

I was so wet, I swear!

[laughing]

No! Are you nuts?

He really wanted to see me again, but I don't know.

[knocking]

- Room service!

- Dad! You can't just barge in!

- Don't you like jam anymore?

- Yeah, I do, but I still need my privacy.

- Oh, privacy, huh? Is that all?

- Dad, I've lost my phone.

- What? It was brand new.

Where you lose it?

- It was stolen at the carnival.

Can you buy me a new one?

- You have to take better care of your things.

Do you know what they cost?

- Please! Tomorrow, maybe?

- No, I can't tomorrow.

I'm not staying.

I'll be gone a bit longer than usual.

I just popped back for some things.

- You're going? - Yes.

- So, when are we going? - Going where?

- On vacation.

You were talking about Greece.

- Greece, yes.

Trouble is, it's not a good time for us, to go to Greece.

So, your mom and I have decided

that we will have separate vacations this year.

Don't make that face!

It's OK, we'll go next year, it'll be great... Huh?

We'll go to Brazil.

You'll love it over there. [chuckles]

Quit!

Stop it!

- You know if you have sex,

you can get serious diseases, deadly diseases.

You know that, right?

- Yeah... - So, listen.

The only solution... is to never have sex.

Understand?

- Yeah.

- Never, with no one, OK?

- OK.

- Come on dummy, you think I want to stop you doing it?

Only your mom would do that.

Look here, the real solution...

is this.

And if any little twat refuses, I'll smash his face in.

OK?

You make him wear it; you hear me?

You make him!

You know how it works?

- Mm.

- Well, it's not rocket science,

but you do need to practice putting it on.

On a banana.

Don't be miserable, I'll be back soon.

OK?

[indistinct TV]

- Solange?

Thought you were next-door.

- Yes, I'm going now.

Guillaume's waiting for me.

- Did your dad talk to you?

- He said you were not going to Greece.

- Yeah, you could say that.

- Is that it?

Are you getting divorced?

- I think we have to face facts.

Sleeping there?

See you tomorrow, then.

- Mom, I was thinking...

Since we're not going away,

the drama teacher is giving a course.

He said I can take it. It's in Annecy.

I could take the car.

- I don't know.

It's complicated now, I need you in the shop.

[top pops]

[panting]

[grunts]

- You almost killed me!

- Where are you going?

- To find my phone.

- In a nightclub? - Why do you care?

- We're going home.

[bike clangs]

- You're a pain!

[sighs]

[keys jingling]

[water running]

All my friends are having fun.

- No one's having fun.

- You're a really shit babysitter!

If you worked, what job would you have?

- What do you mean? I do work.

The construction sites and odd jobs.

And looking after you, what's that?

- Seriously. - Yeah.

- I hope you're paid well.

Good night.

- Good night.

[distant rock music]

- No, seriously!

Myrtille's invited, so was Esther.

Everyone but me.

- Isn't Myrtille your best friend?

- She was...

- So what are you talking about?

Then you must be invited.

- No, I'm not!

Laetitia knew me back when we were in elementary.

- So, try Delphine.

She's in your class, isn't she?

Doesn't she live at the show Château?

- [sighs] We don't talk anymore.

- Really? Why not?

I know her mom.

She's almost a cousin.

I could call her.

- No, that's cringey!

- What is cringey?

[beer bottles clanking]

- What are you doing? - What do you think?

Calling Delphine...

- Are you serious? - Hello?

- No, don't! - No no, no no.

- Stop it! - It's ringing. It's ringing.

- No! Stop, stop, stop! - Just let me do it.

- No! Please, stop!

Stop, please. Stop please. Stop, please. Stop please. - Shh. Shh.

D d d d d d d...

- Please stop. Hang up, hang up. Stop it!

- Huh. Hello, Delphine?

Hi, yeah, it's Guillaume.

Leticia is having a party at the Château?

- Take your hair right here

and then loop it around the curler,

you don't want to wait too long or you'll send your hair.

- [singing in Italian]

"They made my name an epithet of ignominy.

"And your people of Ferrara, the most ignoble people

"of all Italy, Monsignor.

Laugh at my coat of arms, as though before a pillory."

- He's leaving me the house.

No, I just know there's no point in asking him right now.

I don't know, anyway.

I don't know. With her, I suppose.

I'm not going to ask him.

Yes, maintenance, but not yet.

I hope not!

It was hard enough work, getting a weekend, so...

[lighter clicks]

No, but I... I hope so, yes,

at least during the summer vacation.

He hasn't asked.

He doesn't care.

Great for you, but I know him.

Soso, that's my skirt.

No no no, I love that skirt, go take it off.

Yes, I'm listening, Valerie.

No, I was talking to Solange. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'm not bullying you! What do you want me to say?

[distant music thumping]

- I see why you're late.

- Only five minutes.

- Well, it was worth it.

You look really good.

- Thanks.

So, is Leticia super rich?

Because she lives in the château.

- Yeah, she's super fucking rich.

Your belt is sliding down.

- Oh, yeah, thanks.

I'm still too fat, though.

Tomorrow I'll replace one meal a day with a cigarette.

For years, you said that you live at the Château,

like a princess or something.

- I do live at the château.

Well, in the concierge's lodge.

- Yeah, but that's not the exact truth.

- It's not my problem if that's what people choose to believe.

- Since kindergarten?

- Shit. Solange, we were kids.

It's like the kid who...

said a parachutest had landed on his roof.

Or like your dad.

- What about him? - Saying he's a pilot.

We all know he's a stewardess.

- Steward.

You say "steward" for men.

- OK, steward, whatever.

[dance music]

Look, all the booze is here.

I'll have a gin.

OK, have fun!

- You're going?

- That's how it is for servant's kids.

Here, but not.

Leticia's invite was charity.

It was charity for her to invite you, too.

If you don't mind that, great!

I'm going for a smoke.

[music continues]

- Just a second.

I know you.

You used to be a friend of Delphine's.

Have you two made up?

- Um... we never really fell out.

- It's nice of you to come. Did you bring any booze?

I'm just kidding.

I like your style. You're special.

- Thanks.

You too.

- So, what did Delphine tell you?

That I'm a bitch?

- Uh no, she went for a break.

- Yeah, for a smoke?

You're pretty.

[music continues]

[party goers cheer]

♪ Hey girl, let's do the dance ♪

♪ Put your feet Out on the dance floor ♪

♪ You're so hot like that ♪

♪ You're so hot like that ♪

♪ Hey girl Let's pump the tracks ♪

♪ Party all night... ♪

♪ You're so hot like that ♪

♪ You're so hot like that ♪

♪ I will find myself If I just try... ♪♪

- [cross talk] - [laughing]

[girl screaming]

[water splashing]

- I feel like I've seen you somewhere.

What's your name?

- Um... Solange, and you?

- Arnaud.

Are you an actress or something?

- Sort of.

I was in the school production of Lucretia Borgia.

Over at the art center.

- Yes, that's right!

That was you.

You were good. Really good.

Great job.

- Thanks.

- I love that shifting between different states.

When your mind is either sluggish... or razor sharp.

I don't know which I prefer.

It's great when it's sharp because...

all your sensations seem heightened.

- Yeah. Yeah, me too. It's great.

- But it's tiring.

Being sluggish is cool, because...

you feel things differently.

It's then that I see political problems as a whole.

You see the whole thing from above,

you're totally detached.

- Yeah, like an alien.

- [chuckles] Right, like an alien.

And... you feel less alone.

You know?

- Yeah, I know how that feels.

- At your age that's normal.

You can only define yourself in relation to others.

Initially, you lack consciousness,

no defined character.

- So... you mean that when I'm alone,

worrying about who I am, I'm nothing?

- It's about others. Sartre said that.

- Well, no.

Cuz, when you're alone, your...

a shadow, like an empty shell.

I exist, even when there's no one else around.

Maybe even more so.

- It's not that.

You cannot escape that others make you what you are.

Even your parents, too. What are their jobs?

- Their dead. A plane crash.

- Shit!

- Well... only my dad.

Uh, my mom has a shop.

- Mm. See, you live through something terrible.

So, lots of people you're the girl that happened to you.

You have to fight not to get locked in that perception.

You can't unlearn, what you've learned.

Or not what you've learned.

You cannot unlearn that you learned.

You can't un-evolve.

[gentle guitar music]

- I don't want to be on the floor.

- All right.

Have you never done this to a guy?

Don't worry.

I've never done it to a guy either.

[panting]

Don't stop!

[grunting]

There's no need to look so disgusted.

It's belittling.

- No, it's not that.

- It makes the guy feel better when the girl swallows instead.

It's nicer.

Very promising for your first time.

Lots of promise.

[heavy breathing]

[grunts]

I'm not gonna rape you.

[zipper whirs]

You're not very liberated.

[moaning]

- Stop!

[panting]

[spits]

Do you... Do you want my number?

- Sure, if you like.

- Um, OK, my home phone is... - Your home?

What? I can't have your cell?

- I lost my phone. - Mm.

Have you got a pen?

- Mm...

- Go on, tell me. - 04 50... 60 1173.

And yours?

- But, uh...

We'll make it fair.

Yours is a land line, and so is mine.

Old-fashioned.

[distant rattling]

- Aren't you coming outside?

Have you seen the weather?

Don't stay in here all day, huh. Come on, get up!

- Stop, you sound like my mom. - Up up up up...

- Leave me alone! - Get up, up. Come on.

- Quit it. Get off!

- Oh wow, you're no fun!

- Why can't you leave me alone?

[telephone ringing]

- Hello? Ozzie, how's it going?

- No! - Your hand?

- Huh? - Please?

- You broke the hand of the devil.

No, nothing. Doing a bit of gardening.

Yeah, putting straw on the tomatoes.

It's very important to do that in this heat.

- "It's very important!" - Yeah, you have to.

Or in two weeks, all the plants will be dead.

Next week? Uh... - [groans]

I'm doing the Toriels' bathroom and ah,

it's going to take a while.

Yeah, it's a pretty big job...

No no no, why don't we do it the week after?

Yeah, on Thursday. It's up to you.

- Mary, mother of God, please make Arnaud phone me!

Please!

I beg you. Please make him call me!

Please...

- Sorry about that. It went on for a bit.

[phone beeping]

[phone ringing]

[car honking]

- All right, Solange?

Are you going to eat at home tonight?

I went shopping.

And I'd like a word with Guillaume.

OK?

- OK. - OK?

Don't look so happy!

That's Marilyn Manson was doing black mass, wasn't he?

- Well, he's not a good example

because he's not hard rock, you see.

- No? - No.

Basically it's... It's just theater,

there's nothing religious in it.

Even Black Sabbath, if that's what you mean.

It's theater, it's it's ironic, it's so raw.

- No, there's something clearly off about it.

You can't just say that it's theater.

- I don't know. - Soso, clear the dishes?

- No, that's OK. I'll do it.

That was excellent.

- Oh, come on! It was frozen pizza.

- No, but the salad was great.

- Thank you. [lighter clicks]

Don't you ever help next-door?

- Yeah. Have you heard from Dad?

- Your dad? Like what?

He went off with his tart.

He'll hardly send a postcard.

- So, we just act like he never existed?

- Don't start, please.

Where are you going?

- Next-door, to sleep.

- But you can sleep here!

Solange!

[door slams]

[gentle dramatic music]

- Yes, Arnaud?

Solange...

I couldn't I couldn't call you before because...

Oh! What is it?

Solange, I keep thinking about your pout, your tits...

You show great promise.

I love you.

[water splashing]

[breathing deeply]

[sighs]

[panting]

[pop music]

♪ Started out as a local love ♪

♪ Nothing really physical ♪

♪ I fell, nice and clean ♪

♪ The way you portrayed Yourself to me ♪

♪ Though that screen ♪

♪ I wanted to believe Everything ♪

♪ And then this local love ♪

♪ Went beyond the insular ♪

♪ You took me for An eight-year ride ♪

♪ Though you were Never by my side ♪

♪ I always wanted to believe ♪

♪ Now this is what I'm questioning ♪

♪ As if you couldn't tell ♪

♪ I'm mad as hell ♪

♪ I won't forget so... ♪♪

[telephone ringing] Shit!

[panting]

- Hello?

[telephone beeps] - No! No!

Call back!

Please call back!

Call back, please, please, please! Please!

[telephone ringing]

- Oh, yes?

[exhales]

- Hello? - It's Arnaud.

Did you call yesterday? - Uh, no.

- Your number showed up on my caller ID.

- Yeah? That's weird.

- Do you want to come to my place?

- Um... Sure, why not?

- If you want, I can pick you up.

- OK.

Well, um... I'll see you tomorrow, then.

- See you tomorrow, then.

- Bye.

Yes!

I'm so hungry!

- You're pretty weird.

[pop music continues]

[plane whirring]

There's something you should know.

You're in love with your dad.

- Don't be stupid.

I don't care about my dad.

- You haven't thought it through.

There a connection between things.

There are things that happen long ago

in your ancestors lives,

and those have an influence on you.

The same with your dad.

You have to break free mentally...

or you know what will happen?

You'll jump on the first guy you find,

because you're in love with him.

That's the inner tyrant.

It's like your dad's inside you, with a remote,

making you do all sorts of stuff unconsciously.

- Is that right?

You can't teach me about love anymore.

You're a virgin.

You've never even had sex.

- OK... It's impossible to tell you anything.

- You're never with any girls.

I'm always here.

- No, not all the time.

- It's easy... to tell if a guy has sex.

- How are you able to tell?

- You just can!

[water splashing]

- Watch out!

- Or maybe you're not interested in women.

Maybe you're gay, is that why?

[laughing]

Shit!

[dramatic music]

- Forget something?

- We're not going far. - No.

You don't go anywhere without your helmet.

- [sighs]

Are you for real?

Do you have to sit there?

- What? I'm just enjoying the fresh air.

We're just having a chat.

- You're so annoying.

[sighs]

- You'll be hot in the black skirt.

- Asshole!

[sighs]

[scooter approaches] - Ah... Ah... Here he comes!

- Please, just go!

- Who's that? Your brother?

- Yeah. Let's go.

- My condolences.

Well, here it is.

It's small, but so what.

I could live in a barrel.

Because all that matters... is the space in your brain.

- Yeah, well... that depends on the brain.

- Yeah.

[knocking]

- [high voice] Yes?

- Why haven't you introduced me?

We've never met, have we?

- This is Solange.

Say hello, Solange.

- Hello, ma'am.

- Oh, I didn't bring enough cookies.

- No, that's fine, it's perfect.

- I'll leave you then.

- Thank you.

Well, that... was my mom.

[guitar strums]

[guitar lick]

- [chuckles] - [guitar strumming]

♪ If you wanna take me back ♪

♪ My beauty, Angie ♪

[guitar strumming]

Do people call you Angie?

- No. - No?

I'm the first?

♪ If you wanna take me back ♪

♪ My beauty, Angie ♪

♪ When you need to Hold me tight ♪

♪ My little chance ♪

♪ Reaching out for your hand For you ♪

♪ My girly Angie ♪

You're not very chatty, Angie.

- Um, I try not to speak just to say something.

We're always saying pointless stuff

to people who aren't even listening.

- Yeah, we are, but I'm listening to you.

I'm listening very attentively.

Do I have to do it all?

Come here. I'll show you something funny.

Watch.

OK.

You see the guard in the back?

He represents the empires control.

The naked guys are the working masses.

And in the helmets,

they are the free spirits, in a way?

- So, you're saying it's some kind of metaphor?

- Don't you like porn?

You're wrong.

You find everything there.

Philosophy... All of life!

- I don't like it; the actresses are faking.

That's not real acting.

Their eyes are just bored, it's so unbelievable.

- Wait... I'll be back.

[panting]

- What?

You know at some point there has to be a first time.

- No, it's not that.

It's my period.

- You're having your girl thing?

- Yeah, that's right.

- It doesn't bother me.

We can... - Uh, no.

- Too bad.

There are plenty of things...

a girl can do in those situations.

Can you take care of me?

- What are you doing? I said I can't.

- Yes, that's why.

The Greeks used to do this,

so the girls would still be virgins.

It's OK, I'll go slow.

- [groans]

Uh, wait. Wait, that really hurts.

- I'll go slowly.

- [gasps]

- That good?

- OK.

- Does it hurt?

- Go slow.

- What did you say?

- Go slow.

- Like that? - Yeah.

[groaning]

Wait! Wait!

- I'm gonna come!

You're in a hurry to get dressed.

- It's... It's because...

You know?

[smooching]

[camera clicks]

- I'm going shopping with my mom.

Drop you off?

- I know your mother.

She has the souvenir shop in Rue Chateaubriand, right?

It's tough for her, too.

Your dad... Well, the same as Arnaud's dad.

- Fred's getting the keys to the apartment on Tuesday.

Can I take the car?

- Well yes, but when will I get it back?

- When do you need it?

- Thursday. - Leaving?

- Isn't that what you do after? Passing your exams?

You go.

- Where to? - Grenoble.

- So, we won't see each other?

- Uh...

Yes, if I come back.

On weekends.

I'll call you.

You're here, right?

[orchestral music]

[engine starts]

- Was it all right? - It was great.

- What's the matter?

Hey...

- [crying]

[door opening]

- Hello, Solange. - Hello.

- Hello.

- I'll take this.

- Pick something already?

Can you wrap it? It's for her dad.

- Yes, of course.

Not with your crush? Terri, is it?

- No, he's back in Rome.

But I'll see him soon.

Have you heard? - What?

- Letitia de Chanez is a total lesbian!

- No way.

Where did you hear that?

- She told Alexander when he tried to sleep with her.

- Yeah well, we all say stuff to get rid of guys.

- Don't believe me, then.

But she's sleeping with Delphine.

- Delphine? - Yeah.

Her housemate. Can you imagine?

Delphine tried to kill herself, but didn't take enough pills.

Not surprising.

Half a bottle wouldn't do much.

- And... who told you?

- My aunt Sophie. Works at the hospital.

- Thanks, Solange.

You haven't been to see us for ages.

We should set something up, before Myrtille goes to Italy.

Sound good?

Well, see you soon, I hope.

Say hello to your mom for me.

- Sure.

- See you.

- See you.

[door closes]

[panting]

They didn't have Primroses. - What?

We buy some every year! Couldn't she have ordered some?

- Well, they didn't have any.

- Honestly! Is it too much to ask?

A little decency... Consideration...

- How did it go with the lawyer? You never told me.

- What do you want me to say?

He told me what I knew.

And then charged me.

- At least you want to Annecy.

Living here is stifling.

- You get married, you work, that's all.

All your dreams dry up.

At some point you realize you've stopped dreaming.

You're only horizon is a shop.

Which is crippled with debt.

Believe me, Solange, don't get too young.

You need to... think of yourself.

Here, I saw this in the window of Cash Express.

Thought of you. - Mom!

- I even got your old number. That wasn't easy.

- How much memory? - I don't know.

It's for phoning, isn't it?

Like it? - Yeah, it's not super-fast...

- You're welcome!

[car door closes]

Look, Soso... Um, I need to rest a bit.

I'm going to your aunt's for a while.

I need you... for the shop.

Just open for a bit every day.

The summer gets busy.

And start taking the inventory, OK?

I won't take you with me.

You know Valerie...

Staying with Guillaume is a sort of vacation.

Um, seatbelt.

- Mm...

When you're young, you like being waited on,

but the real pleasure comes from cooking for others.

I followed the recipe exactly.

- It smells really good. - Yeah.

- Mm... Mm... Perfect!

- Yeah.

I'm not sure how you'll take what I'm going to say.

- You've waxed your ball sack?

- Can you be serious for once?

- OK.

- Your Arnaud... isn't the guy for you.

Be careful.

I know that type of guy.

All they want is...

- Jealous?

- Sorry?

- I see you when you get hard.

- Are you right in the head?

- Arnaud's a real guy, he's managed to get away.

He's not trapped in a shit old house.

- OK.

Forget it.

- You're worrying about nothing.

I'm still a virgin, if that's bothering you.

- You're impossible!

I know you don't like hearing it,

but that guy is a loser.

What are you doing?

- Can't tell? I'm getting a beer.

If I'm old enough for guys to want to sleep with me,

I'm old enough to drink a beer.

- Well, that's some bullshit.

Hey, wait...

[light music]

What are you doing?

- What are you think I'm doing?

- Stop it.

- Shh... let me.

- No, Solange.

- Shh. - This isn't right.

[breathing heavily]

- See?

Your hard.

[music continues]

[knocking]

Come in. I won't bite.

- Look... I'm going to a party.

[camera shutter clicks]

- Want me to go home? - No! No. No.

I was...

Do you want to come with me?

- Yeah.

[rock music]

- He's good, huh?

Whoa! - The top guy!

- How's it going, Teddy Bear?

- Good to see you, man. - It's great to see you!

You remember Ozzie? - Yeah.

- Is that Solange? - And Cathy.

[all laughing]

- Are you getting up there?

- No, no. That's all behind me now.

- Come on. You were good.

- He was the best!

Maybe he's lost the edge, though.

He's got a bit chubby now!

- I'll give you "chubby"!

Put some Marty Friedman on.

- Go on, then. - No!

- Go on! It'll take me back!

- Yeah? - Yeah!

- Your come back for little Solange.

Hey, DJ!

[crowd groaning]

[rock music continues]

- Look, who's back! Yeah!

- Is it your first time here?

Are you an actress?

- Um, not yet.

But someday.

- OK.

Shit, it Vittoz!

[chuckling]

Wanna watch?

- Yeah.

- Come on, then.

[light rock music]

- Vittoz!

[rock music intensifies]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd cheering]

- [crowd chanting] Vittoz!

Vittoz! Vittoz! Vittoz! Vittoz!

[crowd cheering]

- [country music] - [dancers clapping]

- Can I come in here?

See, you want to.

- What's your problem?

Are you trying to drive me crazy?

- I want to watch TV with you.

[TV turns off]

- I don't get you.

Everything's going to shit around you...

Don't you care about your parents' divorce?

About your mom?

Delphine?

Did you go and see her at the hospital?

No. You didn't even call her.

It's like it's slides right off you.

Your frigid.

You don't react, you only think about yourself.

- I'm frigid?

I do everything to help my mom...

I'm keeping the shop going--

- Do you know where your mom is now?

She's in the clinic.

- No... She's at her sister's.

- No, her sister found the place.

It's near her.

- But why?

- She's depressed.

She can't take it anymore.

- So why didn't she tell me, huh?

I'm her daughter!

- She told me.

It's adult stuff, you understand?

- Adult stuff?

I have to accept that? That it's "adult stuff"?

And I'm the child?

And you knew and said nothing?

It's you who only thinks of yourself!

- Solange!

Forgive me. I'm sorry.

OK? I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

OK?

- You see? Nobody wants me.

I'm wasted space.

- No! - Even you rejected--

It wouldn't even matter if I died.

- No!

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

[moaning]

I'm not hurting you?

- Mm-mm.

Don't stop.

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

[refrigerator thuds]

"I'm quite convinced.

"I'm never going to see you again.

"I can't take no more of this, I'm too bored.

"It's quite simple,

"it will soon be four months, I'm sorry.

"It's not my fault.

I was too impatient waiting for your virtue.

It's not my fault.

I have deceived you with Emily, and others.

There is no other woman, a woman I adore.

I'm afraid that, because of her, I must leave you.

I took you with pleasure, and have no regrets.

There! Thanks for listening.

[door opening]

Hello. My name is Solange Grainer,

My height is 5 foot three and I weigh 102 pounds...

- Solange! What are you doing?

- Coming!

- He belly flopped.

- He must've really hurt himself.

[laughing]

And you nearly crashed into him.

- [screaming]

- Here we go!

[screaming]

- Let's go again!

[laughing]

[pop music]

- The look he gave you was, like, wow. - I'm hungry.

[laughing]

- You missed out on true love there.

- Well...

I'm going to get a drink. Want something?

- Oh, yeah, ice cream! - Ice cream!

- Ice cream? - Raspberry melon!

- Peach Nutella! - And lime for me.

- Thank you. - You're adorable!

- Raspberry melon, peach Nutella... - Thank you.

- Thank you so much!

- Right, girls, this is the moment! - Yes!

- The Karma Sutra. - Find your favorite position.

[laughing]

- Is that the Olympics for sex positions?

- The gold medal goes to... Nathalie Demont! Thanks!

- Yes. Well done. - Yes. Bravo!

- I guess I'll choose... The rocking chair looks OK.

It looks like you're just sitting.

- You really chose the best one. - Level three. Nice!

- It's so weird.

- At least it s sporty, but not too much.

- At least it's different from the same old blow job,

cunnilingus, and then penetration. - Yeah, I know what you mean.

- That's boring as shit. - If the guys watch too much porn,

it seriously messes them up.

- They think sticking their tongue in your ear

is exciting but, it's gross!

- The worst is when they stick a finger up your butt

at the same at the last minute!

- [laughing] - You couldn't do anything worse!

- Ew, gross.

- Why is "cunnilingus" such a long word

compared to when you say "blow job"?

- I know, right. - I don't like it.

- I feel like real guys don't do that.

- Really?

- I don't agree.

- As long as it feels good, anything goes.

It heightens and sensations.

- Yeah, it's always better.

- You've already done it, then?

- Of course!

Yes, duh!

- Well, that's news to me. - Well, I have and it was fun.

- Wow. - What?

- And what about you, with your surfer?

- Yeah, how's that going? - How's that going?

- It's really good but...

I don't really want to talk about it, it s personal.

- Is it because of him that you never answer the phone anymore,

when we call you? - Yeah, we see you a lot less.

- Yeah, I know... - I don't know how you manage.

I can't stay with my guy 24/7. I need to breathe.

That would feel so suffocating.

- Yeah, but, you know, we're so in love

that we want to be together all the time.

- That's so sweet! - Yeah...

[laughing]

- Ugh, we have some company.

- They've got some nerve! - Yeah.

How old are they, 12? I don't sleep with kids.

[laughing]

- Hi, sorry to bother you guys, but my friend wants to know--

- Are you lost?

Are you looking for your mommy?

[laughing]

- That depends. Do you want to adopt me?

[girls laughing]

- Can I help you?

There was only vanilla strawberry.

- No, it s just... - Thank you.

- What did you want? - Me? Nothing.

You're the one that wanted to fuck them.

- "Fuck them?"

Explain, I don't get it.

- Don't get mad, he was joking.

- I'm not mad yet.

I just want to know why you're disrespecting my nieces.

- We were just getting to know each other. - Yeah?

Well, you're done now. Time for you to get lost.

- OK! OK, all right! It s fine.

Come on, let's go.

It's all right.

- Could we crawl the bars in Annecy?

- [gasps] - That would be so much fun.

- Yeah, that be so cool! - Nice try.

- Please. Please. - It s so close.

- Please, we never get to go anywhere. - No.

[cross talk]

- We won't drink any alcohol, I promise. - No!

Could you pick up the mail?

- [sighs]

[light piano music]

[rock music]

That's the look of a winner.

- Yeah!

- Here.

- No! - What?

- No, not the wig.

- Yes, it's the best. - No...

Let me see.

[both laughing]

- You're so pretty. - Yeah?

I seriously doubt it.

- You're wrong.

It's...

- Yes?

- Arousing.

[music continues]

- I'm the cave woman! - [laughs]

- Taking you to my layer!

[smooching]

- Wait.

[grunting]

- There, are you sure?

- Yeah.

- It doesn't hurt? - Shh.

[grunting]

- Arnaud.

Arnaud...

Yes, there.

- Hello, Solange.

How are you?

Hello. - Hello.

- Well, um, Myrtille told me Solange is spending a lot

of time over at yours.

- Yeah, her mom is a bit swamped.

- That's really nice of you.

But the girls never see each other.

Solange could come and spend a few days with us.

Myrtille will be back from Italy, she'll like that.

- Yeah, sure, why not? But it s up to her.

- Do you want to come for a few days?

- Well, it's nice to be close to home when Mom's there.

- It's handy.

And she'll be home all this weekend.

Thanks for the invitation, anyway.

Goodbye. - Bye.

Solange?

Solange.

Are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- If you need any help...

you can always talk to me.

- I don't need any.

- You can talk to me, Solange.

- About what?

- So, as a woman,

you need to know what to protect yourself from.

You know?

You might need someone to advise you.

Right?

- I have to go. - Just wait.

Here, let me give you my gynecologist's number.

You can even go anonymously.

And... she won't call your parents.

Here.

- Solange.

- Thanks.

- What did she want?

- You didn't tell me my mom's back.

- What if we left Clèves?

The two of us.

I'll fix up the van...

We can sleep in it.

- Sleep in here? - Yeah.

- People would stop looking at us funny.

I'd love to live on the road

and do odd jobs when we need money.

Can you imagine?

- Don't know.

- Or we could move to Annecy.

I'll sell this house and get one by the lake.

You can go swimming all the time.

I can do odd jobs.

All those people with gardens need them looked after.

I'd like that, looking after gardens.

You can make a bit of money.

Hmm?

What do you say?

[orchestral music]

- Hello.

It's best to check in the morning.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Now what?

- I don't know.

What do you want?

- I did some research.

If your early enough,

you can go to the hospital and take a drug there.

But I don't want to go to Annecy.

Myrtille s Aunt works there and she'll tell people.

- We'll go to Grenoble...

Mm?

It's big and anonymous.

I'll find the place.

OK?

- Do you still want me?

- Of course.

Why wouldn't I?

- I don't know.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- You'll take the first medication with me, next time.

That will be Mifepristone.

It blocks the action of progesterone

and stimulates contractions.

It's not painful, but you may bleed or have discharge.

But that doesn't mean the egg hasn't been evacuated.

You have to take another medication, Misoprostol,

48 hours later,

then the contractions will increase

and interrupt the pregnancy.

The pain is like during your period, but more intense.

I'll prescribe painkillers.

Then will have a final appointment

two weeks after that,

to check that it's been terminated,

and that there are no complications.

Do you have any questions?

- No.

- Since you're under age,

you'll need a psychosocial interview.

and of course, you can still change your mind.

What protection do you use, Solange?

- Do you think I should go on the pill?

- That might be sensible.

- Um, I need an appointment for late next week.

- Mm-hmm. Let me see.

- Can I ask a favor? - Yes, of course.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[traffic noise]

[doorbell ringing]

- Come in.

- Hi. Is Arnaud here?

- Arnaud? Uh... he must be with Jennifer.

I think they went out.

- Would you happen to know where?

- I wouldn't, no. Oh, Camille.

Do you know where Jen is? - With Arnold.

- Yeah. So, that's about all we're going to find out.

- OK.

- But stay, I'm just as interested as he is.

- No, thanks. Bye.

- Try La Burnette du Marché, in the city center.

They always go there.

- Thanks, bye.

[light rock music]

- Hi, the next one is on me.

Can I have two beers, please?

All right?

- Yeah, and you? - Yeah. What's your name?

- Solange. - Solange.

Pleased to meet you, I'm Anthony.

- Pleased to meet you.

- What are you do, Solange?

- Uh, I'm an actress.

- An actress? - Mm-hmm.

- "To be or not to be?

- [chuckles] If you like.

- And you enjoy it?

- Yeah, that's why I do it.

- How long have you been doing it?

- Uh, almost two years.

- Two years? And what...

- Karine? We're outside.

Can you bring us four beers and a glass of white wine, please?

- Have you been in anything famous? - OK, no problem.

- Um, uh, yeah, Lucrezia Borgia. - What?

- Angie?

What are you doing?

- Just having a drink.

- And Anthony was keeping me company, but we're done.

- OK, I get it.

But if you didn't have to take the beer,

if you were waiting for someone.

- So, what, I'm supposed to want to sleep with you

for a beer that costs three euros?

- Sleep with me! What s so funny?

I never said that.

OK, see you, have a nice evening!

- See you. - Goodbye.

- You've changed. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I don't know, there's something different.

Come on over, I'm with some friends.

Let's go. - OK.

- Bottoms up, guys! Cheers! - Yeah.

[coughing]

- I won that! - No, no, no, come on, I did.

- No way, it's me! - No, it wasn't

- Anyway, it's always the same with you.

[lighter clicks]

- We'll do another.

- So like... Angie isn't your real name?

- I've always been called that, since I was little.

- Oh. It's like a nickname, huh?

- Yeah. - OK.

- Can't we go off by ourselves?

- What would I do with Jennifer?

- Fine, I'll call my guy.

- Yeah? Who?

- A firefighter. - A firefighter?

Well, I don't like your firefighter.

He'd be better clear out for good.

- He can take Jennifer with him, right?

- Hey, can I have the car keys?

- We're going to Le Nox.

- You can walk. I really need the car.

- Oh, OK, right. - Solange?

Solange.

Come on.

- You're her brother, right?

- Come with me, I want a word.

- Hey man, I'll get her home later.

- Get off me! Come on.

- Don't touch her! Who are you?

- You don't know her, OK?!

You don't know her at all!

- I said, leave her alone!

[fighting sounds]

- Stop it, get out of here! I'll call the police! - Dickhead!

- Come on, let's go.

- Wait, you're bleeding!

- He's not your brother.

- He's my babysitter. - What?

- You need a babysitter? - Yeah.

- Well, fuck that asshole!

You wanted to see Grenoble, right?

Come on, then.

[woman singing in French]

- We don't need it.

- I love you, Angie, but...

- [giggling]

[breathing heavily]

- Take me home?

- Leaving so soon?

- I really have to go home.

For Mom.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- What the hell is this?

- What's going on? - You can't come any closer.

Please, ma'am. - I live in the house next-door!

- We need to hurry. - I contacted the hospital.

- What happened to him?

- I can't tell you that, ma'am.

- Will he die?

- We'll do all we can for him.

- OK, ready. - Call ahead, say we're on our way.

- Yeah, yeah.

[siren wailing]

- Will you be OK?

If you're having any kind of problem, you can tell me.

- I don't have any.

- Should I stay?

- Kiss me.

- When are you back in Grenoble?

- Soon.

I'll call you.

[car starting]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- I've been calling for an hour.

Who's that kid?

Is he your boyfriend?

- Yes.

What happened to Guillaume?

- He drank weed killer.

A lot.

I drove all night, got here at dawn and...

His music was blaring, I thought it was a party.

I thought that I'd...

come in and give you a kiss.

I went in and... he was on the floor.

- I don't understand.

- I have to show you something, Solange.

Please, it's very important that you tell me the truth.

It was next to him, on the floor.

"I'm going with Arnold.

Forget me.

Thanks for the good times we shared.

I'm sorry. Huge kisses, Solange.

PS don't come after me or I'll tell everyone."

What is it you can tell everyone?

- Nothing.

- Did he hurt you, Solange?

I won't be mad if you're hidden things,

and you've got every reason to think I'm not a good mother.

And maybe you don't think I'm strong enough.

But if he hurts you,

I swear I'll be there for you, sweetheart.

I swear.

- He tried to kiss me.

Just once.

It wasn't nasty.

He had too much to drink.

- Is that all?

- That's all.

- I'm so sorry. I left you all alone.

- No. Mom.

Don't worry.

I swear it's all right, OK?

[light piano music]

[exhales]

[music continues]