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-Caramels from Isigny, berlingots from Nantes!

Egyptian marshmallows!

Come on, ladies and gentlemen, here we sell sweets, treats.

-From head to toe, nothing breaks.

-Their mother, who was pregnant,

had compressed her stomach so tightly in bandages

that the twins were as if welded together.

-Come closer, come closer,

Don't hesitate.

Here,

neither magic nor illusion,

no monster or colossus,

Just emotion and sensations.

-Come on, let's go see the bearded lady.

-THANKS.

-Ladies and Gentlemen,

What is life without passion or thrill?

It's a renunciation, a waste.

A life without ecstasies and without fever

is an insult to the miracle of being alive!

So come, join me.

Join me, come up on that stage.

I said, get in!

Here, you are the center of this show!

Be brave!

Come closer and experience it!

the unique experience celebrated by poets

Since the dawn of time: love at first sight!

Yes, love at first sight!

On my trestles, there is not one idea,

It is not a metaphor.

He's a sensation!

On these boards,

I promise you trouble,

vibration,

vertigo and ecstasy.

Ecstasy for all!

Rich or poor, aristocrat...

-Aim for the foot when it lifts up.

-Indeed, here,

progress is at the service

of equality.

-The Siamese twins,

Their thoughts become intertwined,

and it happens that one of them finishes the other's dream

and to tell him about it early in the morning.

-If a shy nature

or an unattractive physique has deprived you

the delights of love,

Well, Venus Electrificata

offers you the wonder it provides

and the trembling that accompanies it.

For just 30 cents,

love at first sight

This is delivered to you by Venus...

Electrified.

So, anyone?

Ladies and gentlemen,

A little courage!

Show some guts!

Yes, sir. Well done, young man.

There is no love without audacity.

Come and taste the delicacies

of the electric kiss.

Thirty cents.

I'll let you proceed.

Love

is a pain

and ecstasy.

Who is sure

to have never really felt it?

Who ?

Experiment

the delicious thrill of love.

Look at how electricity

now brings

to your lives much more

that comfort

and the light...

The intensity!

Applause - Congratulations!

-It's good !

-Next!

Representation fee: 2 francs 75.

Food: 3.

Location: 5.

Advertisement: 8.

-Eight? -Yes,

There are display fees, and town criers.

We have just arrived in the capital,

Didn't you notice? -Well, no.

-Wig: 3 francs per month.

And tobacco: 50 cents.

That makes 38.50

minus 29.75...

8 francs 75.

So.

-Are you coming to eat? -No.

I don't want to give him back his 3 coins.

-Are you planning to leave

In America with that? Come on! -No.

-Don't let go of me.

-Not tonight.

-Okay, I'll treat you.

-No, I don't want to!

-One!

-No, I'm telling you, you're thick-headed!

-We will now call the deceased!

-André.

-From the heart, madam. There's a world to cross.

-André.

-I feel...

something,

like a presence

behind you.

-Oh ! André !

-Helene. -André, it's you.

-It's me, my little wild boar.

-Oh my God, my God.

He wanted...

He wanted to tell me something.

But you fainted.

-Sorry. Exercise is exhausting for the body.

-That seemed important to me.

Don't you remember?

-During the session, the mind shuts down.

I become an empty body that resonates with his words.

Next time, for sure.

-Okay, cheers.

-Hey, come have a drink.

-Oh !

Sir...

-I... I would like to get in touch

with a loved one

"decently",

recently deceased.

-Pardon ?

-As proposed

Your advertising panel. -Ah!

Oh no,

It's too late.

I'm closing. -No. Please, sit down.

-No, there's no one left, the spirits are asleep.

You should rest.

-Take it. -I don't have any change.

-All.

-Everything what? -Everything...

The entire ticket.

-Ten francs? -Yes.

-To get in touch? -Yes,

with the loved one again... again...

-Recently deceased.

-There! There!

So.

-Quickly then.

Come on, sit down.

Are you comfortable, sir?

Oh, yes,

Listen to your breathing.

What was the name of your loved one?

-Irene.

-Listen to your heartbeat.

And think of Helen.

-Irene.

-Yes.

Think about his face,

to his gaze.

Imagine her eyes,

her eyes were close, very close.

Call her, sir.

-No.

-Call her.

-Irene.

-From the heart, sir, there's a world of difference

to cross. -Irene.

-I feel...

-Irene. -I sense a presence

behind you.

Oh, I hear...

I hear someone,

I hear someone answer. -What are you saying?

-I hear someone

whisper a first name.

-What... What's your first name?

-It's uncertain.

-Which ?

-Antoine ?

-Yes ?

-Oh yes,

I can hear him approaching.

I can feel it. Ah!

Antoine.

Calm down,

I am here.

-Where? -Right next door.

-That's not possible.

-Far.

Everywhere. -That's impossible.

-Calm down, I'm here.

I'm here, my...

my beloved.

Oh! -Your smell,

I can smell your perfume.

Ah, Irene.

You are here.

Irene.

-Yes ?

-Is it that...

Is it that...

Is it that...

Is it that...

Is it that...

Are you suffering?

-Uh...

No.

Everything's fine. -Ah.

-Everything is...

blue,

soft,

light.

-Oh.

Oh. -There you go.

I... I... I have to leave now.

-Wait !

Irene, wait.

Wait.

Please stay. Please, stay.

You are here.

I have nothing left.

I have nothing left.

Oh, you're here.

What a miracle!

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Please, Irene.

Say my first name.

-Antoine ?

-Again.

-Antoine.

-Again.

-Antoine.

Oh, it's shaking, it's shaking.

-Yes.

-Is it my fault?

Is it my fault?

-What? -It's over.

-Pardon ?

-She left. -No!

-Yes, she's left. I have to go too.

Come on, sir, we have to go.

-I will come to see you tomorrow. -Very well.

-Here. -Ah, no!

-What? -You shouldn't.

-Why? -It was...

painful.

-Painful? -Sometimes bodies don't get along.

Look.

My hands feel like they're burned.

-I want to come back.

-No. -I will pay you more.

-Good night.

See you tomorrow.

-Twenty francs.

-Twenty francs?

-For burns.

-So, at your place. -At my place?

-Give me your address.

-At home? -Yes, that will be more convenient.

-Of course, more favorable.

My card.

-Your card?

-For visits.

-Very well. -So, to...

-See you tomorrow then.

At three o'clock. -Three o'clock. At home.

-Leave now.

-Claudia.

-Yes ?

-Thank you, Claudia.

No, no.

This way.

-... I shrugged. Why did I refuse?

To paint, to go out in Paris?

Even now, my love, I blame myself.

I often think about what we would have done

if I had stayed.

We would have drunk champagne

and ate some chestnuts, then I would have drawn you.

I would have been overwhelmed by your presence.

By the miracle of your mere presence.

Forgive the stupid husband,

to the pathetic widower.

What was I saying?

I had a bit to drink this morning. I need to... What was I saying?

In fact, you need to know this.

I became a drunkard.

Can you hear me?

Are you listening to me complain? Irene?

Irene, can you hear me?

You are here ?

-Yes, I'm here. -Can you hear me?

-Of course, my little wild boar.

-I was scared.

-I am here,

My love. You are my light.

in the darkness.

-Is love still there?

-He's still here, my love.

-I made you suffer so much.

-Love

is both a suffering and a balm.

Ecstasy and burning.

I feel it the same way I felt it down here.

-So you love me?

-I love you, my beloved. -Are you at peace?

-Yes. -And...

Have you forgiven me?

-Hmm.

-Have you really forgiven me? -Of course, my love.

-Say it again. -I've forgiven you, Antoine.

-Again.

-I forgive you.

- Who are you, madam?

You are taking advantage of misfortune

of a widower and take advantage of his vulnerability.

How can you?

All he has left is his pain.

And you're using it? Are you making it profitable?

-But stop!

"Love is a burning sensation and an ecstasy."

When I think of her,

And I hear you spouting all this nonsense,

You should be ashamed.

You ridicule him, and you belittle her.

-What ?

-You make me feel good. In your presence, I feel less ugly.

Go on, disappear.

Leave before I call the cops.

And never come back!

Never !

Antoine ?

Oh, he's painting.

He paints.

Oh, thank God, thank you. He's painting!

Finally.

That with!

But that with!

That with!

Please.

-Watch out for the splinters, my boy!

-What is love? It is both suffering and a balm.

Ecstasy

and a burn!

But who is sure of one day

Who actually felt it?

Coming straight from America,

She is there to give you a unique experience.

sung by poets since the dawn of time...

Love at first sight!

She shouldn't be long now.

I see her approaching

charged with a vibrant and mysterious wave.

-Well !

-She will open up an infinite world for you!

Come forward, ladies and gentlemen!

Love at first sight has been delivered to you

for the modest sum

30 cents per Venus Electrificata!

-Well !

-Listen to me.

Are you listening to me?

-In Paris, people have seen everything. You have to give them something else.

-What do you want me to give them? -Love!

Damn! Pride.

Of grace.

It looks like you're embarrassed.

How do you expect them to love you?

You'll only pass your shame on to them.

What does it say there? I taught you how to read!

-Yes, yes. -Venus Electrificata.

Electricity, I can see that. But where is Venus?

Be more present,

Be more disturbing.

When a guy walks away, look him in the eyes

and make him feel that something strong has happened between you.

You look at him like this.

You raise your chin,

then you lean

the face

and you open your hand like this, as if he's taken something away

from you.

It hurts you.

Yes, indeed!

I miss him, I wish he would come back!

-Yes. -Eh.

Ben, show me!

-Yes ?

-Give me that loving look!

-Now? -Yes!

Tilt your face a little.

And look into the distance.

-Oh !

I'm going, I'm tired. -No, keep going!

-Later, I'm in pain all over.

-You were late.

-I got lost.

-I was standing there like an idiot.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm giving you a 5 franc fine!

-Sorry. Excuse me.

-Go ahead!

-Excuse me. -Careful.

-Excuse me.

-Oh !

-Mademoiselle ?

-Here.

For both sessions.

Go!

-Please !

I came to apologize.

I am sincerely sorry and confused.

It was my affection for this friend that made me lose my mind.

-Eh ?

-After all,

You only wanted to help him, didn't you?

No ?

-Yes, yes.

-At his request?

-Yes, absolutely, yes.

-Listen, I'm ashamed. -It's not easy,

Believe me.

-I don't doubt it.

-It's exhausting for the body.

-I beg your forgiveness.

-Okay, I'm...

All right.

-THANKS.

Thank you so much.

-Can I keep the money? -Of course.

You earned it hard and thoroughly deserved it.

-Would you like a psychic reading?

-No, not in the immediate future.

-If it's for what I think it is, that's too much.

Everything you need is there.

-Oh !

Resume your sessions with Mr. Balestro .

-Pardon ?

-He is a great, an immense painter.

Bold, inspired, modern.

He hadn't been working for years, but thanks to you

and your... science,

He got back to it.

-Ma science ?

-Your art.

"There is no art, nor science. I tell him"

What he wants to hear. -That's wonderful.

I would like

that you continue. -And why?

-For her happiness.

-Sir... -Armand.

-I get electrocuted, but my brain doesn't melt.

-Listen, I am his friend but also his merchant.

-His merchant of what?

-Art dealer. I sell his paintings.

-Ah.

-There you go. When he sees you, he paints. When he paints, I sell.

If you could continue your sessions at this rate,

That would suit me.

He will receive 40 francs per week

to pay you. We'll all be winners.

-I'm not a clairvoyant. I have neither the gift nor the vice.

-I will help you.

I know his life, his secrets. I'll whisper stories to you.

-I thought you were his friend.

Is there no scruples in this great body?

-It is wide.

It can contain both the friend and the merchant.

-Alas, I can no longer.

-Are you leaving Paris?

-No.

My... My conscience.

-Oh yes.

Your conscience? -Hmm.

It's as if your insults, your brutality, had enlightened her.

You saved my soul.

-Hmm.

I suggest

100 francs per completed painting

and 150 francs

for large formats.

Payable upon sale.

I'm twisted.

But honest. I can draw up a contract for you, a letter of credence.

A kind of acknowledgment of debt.

Do you see? -Yes, I see very well.

-150 per painting and 200 for large formats.

Cri

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-You are welcome.

-You don't look your best. -I'm sober.

-I'm sorry. -Thank you.

I decided

to no longer consult you.

This meeting will be the last.

I'll pay you for our session.

-THANKS.

-For days, I have been pretending to believe in this magic.

I'm looking for some peace and quiet.

in a great deal of madness.

But that does not honor my wife or our love.

I was looking for a little consolation.

I hope you won't hold it against me.

-Not at all, sir.

If I was able to console you for a time, I am a little less sad.

of having to leave you.

-I'll walk you back.

-No, thank you. I know the way.

Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-Ah!

-Mademoiselle.

Are you alright, miss?

Mademoiselle.

-Come.

Miss, miss.

Mademoiselle.

How are you ?

Miss. Miss, are you alright?

- She can't anymore

To hear you.

-Claudia, I have neither anger nor reproaches.

It was I who came to you. -My love, you are here.

-You have delighted me. So I'm putting you

compensation and I'll go back

to the sad reason. -I understand your mistrust.

I was floating in limbo.

outside of the world, outside of time.

Then suddenly, a window opened

And I saw you.

-We have to go. -It was like a dream.

You have doubts, and so do I.

Do I dream I'm dead?

Am I dreaming of the living?

-We have to go.

-But I have decided to believe, my Nino.

Rather than losing you again.

-Huh? -And if it's a dream,

I want him to continue.

-What did you say? What did you call me?

-Nino.

My Nino.

Do you remember Italy?

Lake Como?

-Irene. -When I was teaching you to swim?

-Irene.

Irene.

-You were floating on your back in the sun.

Your body

weighed nothing anymore.

Like mine now.

You were drifting in the shimmering water, clinging to my hair.

-Ah, Irene, if you only knew... This lake...

How many times have I thought about it.

-Hmm. -I sometimes wish I could go back there.

-Yes.

-Lie down in the water.

And let myself sink.

-Eh ?

-The world is heavy.

He's crushing me.

He buried me.

I live

In solitude, remorse. Tears

If only I had the strength.

-Strength? Strength of what?

-To lie down in the water.

To let me sink.

And to find you again.

-Ah No more. No! -Yes...

Yes, I can hear you, my love.

There is more hope in death than in life.

-Oh no.

I forbid you to do that, do you hear me? Listen to me.

Antoine.

When I see you again, it's like a delicious dream.

Once again, I see the world.

I can sense it around you.

The light, the sounds.

Sometimes even perfumes.

Ah, there, I can smell the jasmine.

which intoxicates me.

-You hated that smell.

-Yes, because it was the jasmine one,

But now... it's the one from our house.

Antoine. -Yes?

-When I return.

I am alive again.

Would you want to take away this delight from me? -No, no.

-Then I beg you, leave that window open.

Give me back my life.

Don't lose yours. -Yes.

-Please, live my love, live.

Still.

And paint.

-Eh ?

-Ponder.

Paint the world for me.

Paint these villages, these towns, these alleyways,

These cafes, these faces. -Yes.

-These fruits, these vegetables.

Paint these landscapes... immense.

They paint frescoes and large-format works.

Paint day and night, my love.

Color my night.

Shit.

Are you here?

-Well, yes.

You felt unwell and...

-Claudia.

It was extraordinary.

-Oh?

-I have to go out.

-Yes of course.

-Sorry, sorry.

See you Thursday, same time. -Yes.

-I'm going first! -You understand or what?

-I have a big car!

-Hop, hop, hop!

-Armand, where is he?

-In his office.

-Armand ?

Armand? -Yes, yes.

I am here.

What's going on?

-I can't keep this to myself.

-What did you do?

-You won't judge me? -No, never.

-Armand.

I'm talking with Irene.

Recently,

I see a medium.

A kind of spiritualist

who transmits our words.

She is a woman

magical, extraordinary.

These are not glasses.

which move, but in trances.

Her eyes turned completely white.

And suddenly...

Irene is talking to me.

She's talking to me.

You think I'm an idiot, crazy, desperate.

I thought so too.

But all of this is so real.

She mentioned words, moments that no one knows about.

That nobody knows. I'm not crazy.

It's her. You have to believe me. You have to.

It has to be done. -I believe you.

-Do you believe me?

-Yes.

My opinion

has changed his mind on the matter. -Really?

-I am not narrow-minded.

Please note, I have read, I have witnessed

at dinner parties. Many people, great minds.

They believe in it.

Scientists,

Politicians, men of letters. Even Hugo and...

-Edison.

-Edison. -She needs me, Armand.

She told me.

I made him suffer so much.

She told me to paint.

-To paint?

But... what to paint?

-All.

All the time.

-That's wonderful.

-She told me:

"Color my night."

-That's... That's beautiful.

It's good.

-April 8, 1919.

Today, I met up with Sylvette in Paris.

She found me a job as a maid with the Belgrands.

May 9, 1919.

Mr. Belgrand would rather I take care of him than the dust.

He hurt my eye.

-Come. Crash, moan

-I damaged a beautiful vase for him.

May 12, 1919. For 2 francs a week,

Sylvette is secretly letting me stay in her room.

I walk a lot.

May 17, 1919. -Irene.

-Today, on Tronchet Street, I met Albert,

The son of our neighbors in Calais. -Come and sit down.

He asked me to pose for him.

and then for his wonderful comrades

and for their kind friends.

They tell me I am beautiful and fascinating.

In this environment of starvation,

This translates to being available and a volunteer.

December 7, 1920.

Today,

At La Ruche, I met a Mr. Antoine Balestro,

Absolutely beautiful, from top to bottom.

The weather was awful. I was looking for firewood.

-Come on. -Miss Irene?

-Good morning.

-Is that really you?

-Yes, master.

-No, but the pose!

-Hello Sir.

-Madame.

-And then, a little higher up the shoulder.

So,

It's good.

Oh !

Oh, well, that's splendid!

Come and see, Miss Irene.

-Master, it's sublime.

-I amaze myself.

Look at it... the thigh rendering

in just a few strokes. -Admirable.

-Oh... -And then the buttocks...

The accentuation of the curve gives it a particular irony.

You have elevated it.

Excuse me, the original is respectable but...

-Thank you. -No, but this is...

It's glorious.

-Yes. Excuse me, we had an appointment?

-No.

Could I borrow some kindling for my stove?

I'm out of ideas. The room is freezing.

-We had agreed on the room, not the heating.

"I'll give them back to you, of course." "Okay, take two small logs."

in the pile, there.

-Thank you, master.

And... congratulations.

This is truly the most beautiful sketch I've seen here.

for a long time.

And certainly the most beautiful pair of buttocks.

Yes ?

I had barely gotten home. -It's Hermes.

-That the demigod knocked at my door.

Already ?

-Time to change.

-You shouldn't have.

-Where would I have put that?

- And like all demigods,

In an instant, he accomplished a few minor miracles.

First he warmed up the room.

Are you sure he didn't see you? -He can't see anything.

Have you seen his paintings?

-Then he made me want to be joyful.

Are we on a first-name basis?

-I find it difficult to address someone formally who has seen me naked.

Is that you? -Yes.

-Did you do it? -No.

I stole it from a scumbag who never wanted to pay me.

Do you like it?

-A little.

-Is that all?

-I don't know how to talk about art.

The nose, I would have it a little... -Do it again.

Correct it.

Hold.

And finally, he made me want to be graceful.

You make me look more beautiful than I am.

-That would be very difficult.

-Are you a painter? -I paint.

-For a long time?

-Always,

but in Paris for eight years.

-I've never met you.

Have you ever exhibited anything like this anywhere?

-My honorable buttocks all over the place, yes.

-Nothing, nowhere?

-Eight years of my life in three words.

Can I stay for an hour or two?

-For what ?

-I'm waiting for the old man to leave. He doesn't know I'm sleeping in the workshop.

-With him, everything is frank and easy.

You can stay as long as you want.

-I would like a year.

-All right.

-What are you reading? -The Bible.

-Hold,

I brought you something to eat. -I'm not hungry.

-What's wrong?

Why are you making everything so complicated?

What is it you don't like about here anymore?

We could laugh, make life possible,

to soothe our pain.

-I don't want to laugh

nor surrender

life is possible.

Do you understand? -No.

-That's why you're still here.

And I don't want to ease my pain, I insist on it.

-Well, keep them and knit yourself something with them.

-I pestered Antoine to show me his paintings.

I begged him, charmed him.

I got him drunk.

And dawn was victorious.

They were in the basement of a bakery

at a distant cousin's house.

Antoine was uncomfortable.

And I was dying of curiosity.

It was like unrolling a treasure map.

Just a moment,

I admit I considered running away.

-SO ?

-I hated everything.

I hated him for giving me so much hope.

-Do you like it?

-I could have hit him.

A lot.

When he draws, Antoine is free, precise and inspired.

But as soon as he starts painting, he becomes afraid of everything.

Emptiness, colors. He dares nothing.

gets bogged down in details and lays it on thick worse than a plasterer.

It's a pigeon.

-The rats like my job more than you do.

-Antoine, you see all of this there?

It's ugly.

It's dull, it's sluggish.

It's laborious.

It's ugly.

But that...

There you paint the way you draw.

Ah, yes, yes...

I was so scared, my God.

On touch.

Don't answer. Quickly.

-Don't move.

Stop, stop.

-Go. -Don't move.

-Think!

Put on some red. It's sad.

-What do you know about it? You can't see anything.

-Your palette is sinister. -I can hear you.

-We can hear you too.

Antoine. -Hmm.

-Add some red.

Put some in to please me. -No.

-I've been waiting around for half an hour ,

Antoine. -Shh.

-I have to go. -Done.

-We'll start again. -I beg you.

-We'll finish tomorrow.

-No! -Why?

"It must be important." "I'm leaving. You'll explain yourself."

with the old woman. -Shut up.

Aren't you tired?

Your old ladies? -They never tire of me.

-You're wasting your time.

-You can't paint at night.

-Let's think about it. -We have to eat.

The canvases, the paint, do you know how much that costs?

Your beloved red.

-It's worth an arm and a leg.

-One arm and the rest.

-Hmm.

-What are you doing? She hates waiting.

-She loves it.

-I swore to myself

never to sleep with Antoine.

But tonight,

Jealousy made my stomach ache.

I could have stopped him with a single gesture.

I let him go because, my dear diary,

I can't take any more of this misery that's eating away at my joy.

I feel he could get us out of this.

Because I know that if he hears me, if he works,

Another life awaits us.

I also know that from the first kisses exchanged,

He won't listen to me anymore.

From the first shared caresses, he will see me as a mistress.

That we will spend our lives eating, kissing, and caressing each other,

to embrace each other.

And when I think about it, I'd rather die of jealousy.

rather than starve to death.

-Aren't we going to the living room?

You would be more comfortable.

-Claudia, I've started painting again.

-Ah.

-I hadn't touched a paintbrush since his death.

She's the one who asked me. -Ah!

-She told me:

"Color my night."

-Oh. It's... it's very pretty.

-No, it's not pretty, Claudia, it's sublime.

I want to show him a painting, but I'm pacing.

I need his eye. -His?

-From his eye!

She always knew how to see

what was wrong,

finding the right words.

-Oh...

Don't expect too much.

Sometimes,

The deceased has poor perception of their surroundings.

-Oh no,

mademoiselle,

she perceives...

Everything, absolutely everything, even the perfumes.

If we lay down in the grass, she would feel the warmth of the sun

on your skin

the tingling of the grass on your back.

Come.

SO ?

It's not over yet, you know.

-Oh, it's...

-Irene, tell me. -Magnificent.

Bold,

inspired,

modern. -No!

Fuck!

-Antoine !

Antoine !

What are you doing ?

-He looks like Armand

Who doesn't know what to say anymore! -Stop!

Stop!

Stop. -Forgive me, Irene.

How do you expect us to love you if you're ashamed?

S... Be proud,

shit !

-From this?

-Do you remember...

Your cousin's bakery?

Your painting

devoured by rats, the rectangle

on the side.

-Yes. -Your painting is there

as he was there.

-Where is he?

Where is it? Where is the rectangle?

Where? He... He is...

Where is he?

The rectangle?

-In front of you?

-Yes, yes, yes, yes.

There? -Look closer.

-To be.

To be.

Is he here?

-Yes, he's here.

-He's here.

Tearing the paper

Do you like it?

-Yes,

It makes my heart beat faster.

That makes me happy.

-And then...

To be,

To make you happy.

-English red?

-And a blue one.

No, no, a vert...

-Yes.

-Emerald.

-Higher.

-Yes, you're right.

Over the shoulder...

and at the edge of the fabric.

Wonderful.

-It's magnificent.

-Oh, Irene.

Irene, my love.

They are shouting.

Oh shit.

-What... What is...

What happened?

-I know...

I don't know.

You are... You have risen suddenly.

In the air.

-In the air? -Yes, yes.

-And... high?

He sighs. -Twenty...

-Oh !

-Thirty centimeters. And you fell

all at once.

-Well, I never!

That had never happened to me before.

-We are making progress every day.

I used yellow.

We did it together.

-What I like,

That's how a painting makes me grow.

I like painters who strive not to strive.

Too much beauty overwhelms me.

I like artists who conceal it,

who are holding her back.

I like works in which a part

Their beauty belongs to me.

Because I've made the journey

until they.

I like works that make each of us...

an artist.

-Vaugirard cabbages! Meudon strawberries!

Artichokes from Versailles!

The bells are ringing.

-Ah, Reverdi. He's a perpetual disappointment.

A melancholic, but not a pessimist.

There is always a light, a color, an expectation.

A shimmer.

- I don't speak French.

It's beautiful.

-Yes, absolutely.

-Goodbye, sir.

-Goodbye.

Massard.

He is an artist from Savoy.

His features are jagged, violent.

However, his painting is moving.

-Yes. -It's a portrait of his mother.

It's devastating.

-It's beautiful, that hand right at the edge of the frame.

We would like to take it.

-Yes, that's true. Absolutely.

That's it.

This one,

It was painted by a young Italian man. With his index finger,

She seems to be pointing at something.

But then...

What ?

I love this face.

Its vitality,

his curiosity

and its beauty.

When times are tough, I watch her.

She comforts me.

She wakes me up.

I imagine... -What do you imagine?

-That which catches his eye.

I imagine his life.

-I hope I'm not disappointing you.

-Do you want to buy it?

-I would deprive you of his comfort.

-For a good price, I'll look elsewhere.

-That would be sad, wouldn't it?

-For 350 francs, you can have it.

-I often ask, sir, but I rarely dispose.

I'm completely broke.

-Ah.

-I spent three afternoons at his place.

I was supposed to receive three francs, which I'm still waiting for.

-It's not up to me to settle this for you. -I'm not here for that.

-So why?

-I know a painter who might appeal to you.

-Mademoiselle.

-I know all the artists who are here.

Madeleine,

François, Martin.

I posed for them for free, just to see what they did.

I love everything here.

-Well yes, but well... you're poor.

-He has the same passion, the same inventiveness as those people.

But it has one more thing.

He's easy to like.

-There's no more room on these walls. -I see, yes.

-I need to get hold of one of your friends.

-Yes.

What ?

-Certainly, yes.

-Let me show you a painting.

Just a canvas.

-Come on.

-It's slowly coming to color.

And the next ones will be brilliant.

-Perhaps it's a little early.

-It has to be chosen.

-I don't know.

-It is a faithful nature.

Love him even though he doesn't love himself.

He will repay you for life.

-Did others see it? -No.

-I'm sorry.

-Well, not me.

If you don't want it, I'll go to Bosco's.

THANKS.

Stay! Stay!

No, I mean, I...

I'll take five paintings.

-The bottle of red wine.

-Ah!

-What are we eating?

-So give us... some asparagus...

-What do you want?

-We had to rehearse the look.

-What a look!

-The loving gaze.

-Eh ?

-As I showed you.

-This isn't the time, Titus.

-And when is it? You're late and you spend your life in Paris.

Meanwhile, you're wasting your time. We're losing our audience.

-There are a lot of people. -There could be some

twice as much.

Go ahead, do it.

Come on.

There you go, you're looking at me

and you breathe a little hard.

Yeah, you tilt your head.

That's good.

Looking for air.

Yeah, tilt your head. You're in love, tilt your head.

-Why do I have to tilt my head? -Because...

When you're in love, you don't understand anything.

That's how we think, you see.

Eh ?

Where do you always go in Paris? Do you see anyone there?

-I'm taking a walk. This is the capital.

-Why are you backing away?

Are you afraid of me? I've never hit you.

-No, that's true.

You exploited me, insulted me, electrocuted me,

But you never hit me.

Well done, Titus.

-I know you're seeing someone. I followed you.

-So what?

-SO...

I would like you to kiss me.

Just to see. I'll give you 5 francs.

-And I would like you to die.

Just to see. I'll give you 10 francs.

-Where did you get them?

-It's mine. -I never gave you any tickets.

-No kidding.

-You owe me this money.

-Touch me

And I'll go to the police. -I'll tell them

that you plug.

Come on, just one kiss. -Get out!

-I'll take 50 francs off your debt. 100!

-But stop! -Get out of here!

-Titus !

-Get out of here, you pig!

Come on!

-Let go of me!

-Source!

-Keep your makeup on.

I have something better than bread and bacon.

-I'll get you settled in.

-Good evening.

-Good evening. -Good evening. Go ahead.

-Please. -Thank you.

-Suzanne, are you sure? -Yes, of course.

There are some things I don't even know what they are.

Sweetbreads timbale.

-What are we eating? -Give us

asparagus, oysters

and beef fillets. -A rocket salad for me.

-And sole. -And something to drink?

-SO...

-Loire pitcher. -No, Burgundy.

-Antoine, you are

My guests, okay?

We celebrate your glorious future.

Good Burgundy.

-So, wait.

Armand, is he the one who pays for the paintings?

-He will pay me when they are sold.

-Are these paintings expensive?

-If I see this matter through to the end, I will be able to pay my debt to Titus.

-And what will you do?

-I don't know.

Something else.

-Miss. -Ah, that's very good.

-He chose him.

-Tell me, Antoine,

You'll have to trust me.

Listen to each other, collaborate.

Can I count on you?

-You can count on us. Without her,

I don't paint

Just a load of nonsense.

-Antoine has no more confidence in himself than in the future.

If he could have, he would have taken the plates.

cutlery and napkins.

-And the painter? Is he handsome?

-Oh yes.

He is as beautiful as a gold Louis.

-I can't imagine

That you pay me to paint. -Well, neither do I.

-Irene! -Oh!

I was happy,

light.

I had taken Antoine to Armand and I was relieved.

Antoine seemed calmer,

as if a man's advice were easier to hear.

I watched them talk, drink, and flirt.

and suddenly, without me understanding why,

I found myself overwhelmed with sadness.

In a few moments,

my whole body

was eaten away by this gangrene.

-Why is she crying?

-Because of the contract.

-No, not at all. -Yes! She did

All of this with him. She's scared .

to remain alone.

She thinks Armand is going to get rid of her. -No,

She has just realized that she is in love with him.

-Hmm. -And she knows what awaits her.

-That's nonsense.

When my father made arrangements with Titus, I watched them.

I immediately saw that they were drinking at my expense.

-Did your father pass you on to Titus?

-Yes, I was 15 years old.

They took me to the fair, then they left without me.

Oh, don't make that face.

My father was a drunkard.

Hmm.

And my mother, she hated me, so everyone

got a good deal.

She got ripped off.

Like us.

And she knows it.

-SO ?

SO ?

-So, there's nothing left. We've reached the end.

-These are thoughts

planted by Irene.

It means a lot to me.

-Antoine.

-Yes ?

-I'm confused.

I'm not sure I'll be able to get in touch

with my loved one, today. -Ah.

-I admit I've had a little to drink.

-Ah good?

Pardon.

-You are welcome.

-Oh shit !

Shit, shit, shit!

On touch.

-You didn't wait for me, you filthy thing!

-I haven't read anything. Just a bit.

-I lured Antoine into my secret territory.

At the lake of the old dove.

The weather was nice.

Our intoxication remained intact.

I knew where we were headed.

And I was already feeling nostalgic for that moment.

even as I was experiencing it.

The end of a beautiful friendship?

To kiss Antoine and not be disappointed by that kiss.

"Kiss Antoine"

"and not be disappointed by any of his actions.

"I had never felt anything so moving.

"Equally disturbing."

"I love the smell of her hair. The smell of her skin."

"It smells like chocolate."

"I like to kiss her neck.

"her chest.

"Kiss her belly."

"Then

"her perfect navel."

"And his..."

It's late, isn't it? -I'm tired.

-We'll resume tomorrow. -Yeah.

-I like the smell of her hair.

The smell of her skin.

It smells like chocolate.

I had never felt anything so moving,

equally disturbing.

I like to kiss her neck. To kiss her chest.

She breathes a sigh of relief.

The smell of her skin.

It smells like chocolate.

Kiss her chest.

The scent of her skin. Kissing her neck,

her chest,

her stomach.

Her skin smells like chocolate.

Then her perfect navel. She smells like chocolate.

Chocolate. -Miss.

Mademoiselle ?

-Hmm? Hmm!

Yes ?

-We're dead.

Can you finish on foot? -Yes.

Not fast

-Hello. -Hello.

I could really go for a small, fresh orangeade.

THANKS.

And you ?

-It'll be fine.

Here we go ?

-Yes.

-Let's go.

-Hmm.

-Still nothing?

-Well... no.

-No more candles?

-Non,

She's the one who's far away.

-We neglected it.

She's gone! -Shh!

Oh!

-What's happening? -I can hear it,

as if she were speaking through a skylight.

-What did she say? -It seems to me she wants...

-Say, say.

-Sleep, s...

exit. -Exit?

-Yes, yes, go out.

Feeling the sun on my skin. She's talking about an ash tree?

Or a... Ah, an oak tree?

Ah, an old hollow tree

near a lake.

-Oh...

Antoine.

-Yes ?

-Give me a drink.

-Pardon ?

-I want to feel the warmth of the alcohol, the intoxication coming on,

his head was spinning.

Give me a drink.

-I... I didn't bring anything.

-Remember,

the magic tree.

-Oh.

-Hmm.

Stay there.

Stay there, near her.

Let me look at you.

To drink.

Antoine, please...

-Yes.

-Kiss me.

-Pardon ?

-Give me a kiss.

-No.

No.

-Yes, yes. -No, no.

Irene is... is...

It's not you.

-Don't be afraid, I'm here, very close.

-That's not your mouth. -No.

But... beneath those delicious crimson lips,

There are mine.

-Ah.

SO...

-Caress my shoulder, my love.

-It's not yours.

-Don't be afraid.

Beneath that perfect shoulder,

There's mine.

-Oh.

-Beneath this delicate breast,

There is my breast.

-Really ?

-Absolutely.

Oh, yes.

Beneath this ravishing body, there is my own.

-Hmm.

Take it, it's yours, Antoine.

-Can you feel my lips on your neck?

-Almost. -My kisses.

-Continue.

They reach me, they come at me, my love.

-Irene.

-Caress the other breast.

Don't worry, under that breast...

-I know, I know.

-It's delicious.

-I love you.

Claudia. -I love you too.

I am yours, my love.

Come on. -No, no.

-Come. -No, no.

I can't. -Continue. Under her skin,

There's her skin. -Not with her.

-What ?

-Not with her.

Claudia.

Did everything go well?

-Yes yes.

Yes yes.

-During that time, it was...

It was magnificent.

He was there against me, he was kissing me.

I kissed him.

She kissed him too, but he kissed me back

her kisses.

Between the two of us, there were three of us.

Do you see? -Yes, I see.

-And then, suddenly...

There were two of us, but... but I was alone.

I could see it clearly

that he dreamed of running away.

I didn't understand. -You scared him.

Because you're alive. And he prefers to love a dead woman.

It's easier. -I felt ugly, stupid.

I was embarrassed. I wanted to bury myself.

-He would have surely liked that. -I'm ashamed.

I'm ashamed, Camille. She saves me, she raises me up.

And I use it to sleep with her husband.

-We have nothing, Suzanne, nothing.

It's hard not to take a little.

-For the first time, I hated her.

-He deserves it. -No, she does.

I hated her.

The more I talk, the more she appears.

The more she appears, the less he sees me.

All the beautiful turns of phrase,

all the beautiful phrases I invent for her,

It erases me a little more. She's too strong.

It's destroying me.

-What's wrong? Are you sick?

-No. -We haven't received anything for two weeks.

The invitations have been sent.

Large formats,

Have you finished them? -I'm sorry.

-I only have one. -Shh.

-I need expensive paintings to make the others seem cheap.

-Don't stay here.

-What? -Hide.

-What? -Speak softly.

-What ?

-That's her.

That's Claudia. The spiritualist I told you about.

The one I see regularly.

It's her, she's here.

-Aren't you going to open the door for him?

-There is a problem.

I think I'm experiencing... How can I put it?

Oh my God.

Feelings for her.

-For the spiritist?

-Yes. I noticed that with each passing day,

I was expecting a little less from Irene and a little more from Claudia. Do you understand?

-Yes yes.

-I need Claudia to talk to Irene.

But I can't help it

to watch Claudia

and to desire her.

And I kissed her.

-The fortune teller?

-Yes, without his knowledge.

-How is that possible?

-I'm so ashamed.

It was during a session.

She knew nothing about it.

During trances, the mind goes blank.

-That reassures me.

-It was delicious, Armand. Horribly delicious.

-That's wonderful.

Why don't you open the door for her if you love her so much?

-I can't make her suffer yet. -Who?

-Irene. -Oh, Antoine!

-She died because of me.

-You don't know anything about it. Stop with that.

-You weren't there, Armand.

Since the installation, things haven't been going too well.

It's as if this house has separated us.

That it was too big for us.

She had finished making me. I spent my life in the workshop.

She frequented the exhibitions

with you.

And I often saw Madeleine.

I was looking at her

walks away in the rain, devastated.

She did not return home that evening.

And the next day,

She was dead.

-That... that doesn't say anything.

She surprised you, she left. And there was an accident.

-Like that ?

By chance? -You are very proud, my friend.

Did she commit suicide because you stopped loving her?

Do you think it's so tragic?

You want to deny her the right to claim her accidental death.

to give it meaning,

But he's just a driver...

dead drunk

who ran into him.

Leave her alone.

The dead are humble. They ask for nothing.

Forget it for a bit. -I don't know how you do it.

-I'm pretending.

Like I'm pretending to have two legs.

You've only lost one person.

You have the luxury of thinking about it all the time.

I can't.

I have too many dead people to be haunted.

-You're mistaken, Armand.

The dead are asking.

She needs me. She told me so.

She told me.

She is alone, she is...

lost.

Somewhere.

Into the void, into limbo.

I can't start over, I can't abandon it.

To betray her again.

Fracas

-She kissed Armand.

She kissed Armand!

-I don't care.

They annoy me with their stories and their lives.

They have everything. They do nothing with it.

Who? Who did she kiss?

-Armand. -What are you talking about?

"Upon exiting the water,

"I looked at Armand,

"remembering our meeting and the painting he loved so much"

"in the gallery.

"I kissed him"

"without thinking about it because the weather was nice"

"and that I was happy. I lay down.

"I thought my heart was going to explode."

-What is this nonsense?

What do you mean, his heart was going to explode?

She was at the lake with Antoine, in a state of ecstasy.

And there she is, kissing Armand?

-She falls in love.

-So we kiss people because the weather is nice?

-I don't know.

-They slept

Together? -No, the three of them are having lunch.

Antoine is going to paint Armand.

-Nothing happened before? -Yes.

-Tell me. -You'll see, it's boring.

Wait.

Happiness, happiness. Ah, there it is!

Ecstasy at the lake.

Afterwards, a lot of ecstasy.

Ecstasy.

And again. -Hmm.

On touch.

-He started selling some paintings.

Quite a few paintings.

He started making money.

More money.

More and more. He became famous.

As a result, more and more paintings.

And less and less ecstasy.

He became rich.

And they settled into their beautiful house.

-And what about Armand? -He's coming.

To be,

She started to get bored.

Especially now,

Armand was the one who took care of everything.

And one morning.

-How's the pirate doing?

He's hungry! Will you come with me?

-Yes !

-At first, they saw each other a little,

and often.

She accompanied him on visits to galleries and workshops,

She met artists. She gave him advice.

He was listening to him.

She realized that she loved his company.

Then she realized that she simply adored him.

-Women, women.

-Armand, I'm sorry.

-Why? Was it delicious?

-For this morning, at the lake,

I'm sorry.

-Armand !

You are here !

That's a long time!

You look really serious.

-I'm going. -No, don't move.

Wait. -Why?

-Don't move.

-Ah...

Good.

-It's thinner there, on the nose. -Ah, yes.

-Yes.

And the gaze is brighter.

You see? -Hmm.

-No, no, no.

Look at.

The eyebrow is darker.

-Oh yes.

-So.

And there, more square.

-There? -No, the jaw, more defined.

There you go, soft, not mushy.

-I hope so, yes.

-Look at,

Antoine.

You see, there,

there, the ridge,

It's more winding.

-I'm glad you're taking me back. It's been a long time.

-It's a small detail, but...

Oh no. Nothing's right here.

There is no more irony, there is no more restraint.

You... You see?

-Excuse me, I don't know how to draw the restraint.

-Wait, that little crease there, at the mouth, it's ugly.

-Yes, he is there.

-No, he's not there. -Yes, he is.

-No. -It's there!

-No. -It's there!

-No. -It's there!

-That's how it is

Is that how you want to portray him? Sitting at a table, like a glutton?

-They're leeks... -But you can't just improvise like that.

-It's spontaneous,

as you taught me.

-Armand, get up.

-Yes. -Get up and take off

this towel.

-Stay seated

and at peace!

-Armand, get up.

And look at it

as if you were watching over him.

-Remain seated.

-That flattens it!

-That's true. -Get up!

-Sit down! -That's full of contempt.

-Wh... What's wrong? What's gotten into you?

-I'm here. -There's nothing in there, except you

who wants to show off their skills. -You're pissing me off!

-I'm going.

I have an appointment.

Armand clears his throat.

-Watching Armand run away, I felt a strange kind of affection.

Armand !

-I don't have time right now.

-An almost pleasant anxiety.

-That's not possible.

Armand. -Armand.

-Armand.

-Oh !

-Armand !

-Armand.

Suzanne, I know what happened with Antoine.

He kissed you.

-Eh ?

-I'm confused.

This is not

That's what we had agreed upon. -No.

-So, if I understand correctly, he started by kissing Irene,

arguing that beneath your lips were her lips.

-Did he tell you that?

-Then he realized he was kissing you,

and he felt a mixture of astonishment and...

of desire.

-Oh yes ?

-Immediately filled with shame.

-Ah good ?

-I must warn you that Antoine has developed feelings for you.

-Pardon ?

-Yes. I'm sorry, Suzanne.

I never would have imagined that.

-Are you sure? -Believe me.

I had never seen him so vibrant,

So enamored, so desirous. -Oh my God, it's horrible.

-Certainly, but...

It was wonderful to see him so alive.

Suzanne.

-Yes ?

-To serve my interests, I asked you

to manipulate my friend.

Today, solely for her benefit, I ask you to pretend to love her.

-Armand, you can't be serious? -I beg you.

Listen to me.

I am very worried.

I fear the worst. He's eaten away .

haunted by remorse, by a ghost we created.

We need to pull him out of this morbid obsession.

But Armand refuses to open his door to me.

I'll take care of it.

Be at his place tomorrow, at noon sharp.

Let's bring him back to the path of life, of joy.

And this path, Suzanne...

Good morning, madam. -Good morning, sir.

-...it can only be you.

If you could just give him a little hope,

a look,

a hand that lingers a little in hers.

-Pardon.

Sir, you are asking a lot.

She must be mad at me.

I was away.

-I blame you too.

I was worried to see your door closed.

-Forgive me, Claudia.

I was sick. -And you're feeling better?

-Not really.

But now, I'm going to be there for her.

-I implore you.

Bring him back to the world.

-Antoine.

-Claudia.

-My love.

-Irene.

-I thought I'd never see you again.

I was so scared. -I'm here now.

-I was afraid I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to you.

-Bye ?

-It's time for me to leave.

-What ?

No...

I will never leave you.

I've made you suffer enough.

-I made you suffer too.

Much more than you can imagine.

-I want to leave with you.

-I've jotted down some dialogue that you can press on.

-My love.

I only came back to soothe you.

To bring you back to life.

Let's get to work.

To joy.

-Irene.

If you sensed that I loved someone else,

Forgive me. I will stop seeing her.

-No.

No !

Antoine.

It is this love that has emerged that allows me to leave you in peace.

-Irene.

-Antoine.

I came back because you were inconsolable.

Your misfortune held me back.

Your happiness sets me free.

I have to leave now.

And I leave happy.

-Is...

I will never be able to forget you.

-I'm not asking you.

A new love does not erase another.

Goodbye, Antoine.

Adieu.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Adieu.

Oh, Irene.

She is crying.

-You brought him back to work and the merchant thanks you for it.

Bring him back to life now.

It is your friend who is begging you.

-Antoine, I...

-Please,

Let him nurture the faintest hope of a relationship with you.

-Claudia.

-Hear me. I ask you to light a flame in his mind.

No bedtime

with him. -That would be the last straw.

Oh shit.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Supplies!

-Jacques. -I didn't believe it anymore!

-Congratulations, Mr. Balestro.

-You're handsome!

-Congratulations.

-How beautiful.

-THANKS.

-I know her, you know?

-The model?

-I've lost count of his burning kisses.

-Pardon ?

-It's Venus.

-No.

-And.

-No. -It's definitely her.

Venus Electrificata.

The Electricity Fairy of the Saint-Ouen fair.

-No, you must be mistaken. It's Claudia, the young fortune teller.

-Sir, just yesterday I was hugging him.

I begged her to marry me

in front of the laughing crowd, while she was kissing an old man.

-Love is both pain and ecstasy.

Love is a burn, love is a balm...

But who is sure they have never felt it?

Who? Let yourself through

by the delicious thrill of love!

Come and experience

the delicious and burning wave that flows through

True lovers.

Sir...

Yes, you never come out of it unscathed.

Please wait your turn.

-Generals, priests, politicians!

For your viewing pleasure, I plant them.

I'll burn them!

-So? -Ha ha!

Everything was gone in two hours. It was extraordinary.

-That's great. -I finally managed to double up.

the costs.

-Soon you will be rich.

-I will not forget you, Suzanne. There will be 7,500 francs for you.

I increased your share.

I have asked a lot of you.

-Well, yes.

But when?

-Well, it takes time to process the orders.

In a week or ten days.

Are you impatient?

-I want to be free.

No more suffering.

-Oh! What are you doing here?

-I hadn't seen it

just as happy as I have been for ages.

What you have accomplished is wonderful.

-I wasn't alone.

-Yes.

You know,

Sometimes,

I envied his credulity,

his certainty of speaking to her,

to comfort her.

It must have been a wonderful feeling.

I loved him very much, too.

-I'm certain that it was a shared feeling.

-Perhaps, yes.

-That's for sure.

Pirate.

-18 centimeters of steel sharpened like sabers.

Well !

Yah! Yah!

-Antoine ?

Antoine ?

-Suzanne,

because that's your first name.

The lie was delicious.

But he made the truth unbearable.

My credulity,

my love for Irene, then your poisonous charm

And your false innocence blinded me.

Your appalling cynicism and your profound ugliness

brought me back to the terrible reality.

Oh... Oh...

I prefer to join a world without lies.

That with...

Adieu.

Antoine.

He breathes.

-What are you doing ?

-How could you do this to me?

Pick up the phone for me.

Pick me up!

-Yeah.

That's enough now!

I did it for you, you know.

-You did it for yourself.

You wanted me to paint. -That's right.

I also wanted you to live.

I had more than you.

I had lost Irene.

-What are you saying?

-The day she caught you with Madeleine,

You saw her run away, devastated.

Whereas in truth,

She was leaving...

relieved.

I pinched myself, Antoine.

I really thought I was dreaming.

I loved him so much.

She slept at home.

The day after,

We went to visit a place she had spotted.

A former hat shop.

She had the idea of ​​opening her own gallery.

She wanted to tell you the truth.

I was scared.

I was afraid you would hate me.

Whether you want to change gallery owners.

I begged her to wait a little longer...

When I saw her walking away, I was like...

overwhelmed.

Stay !

I mean...

I am an art dealer.

I look for beauty everywhere, all the time.

And when I find her, I let her go.

I'm selling it.

I want to keep you, Irene.

I want to keep you.

I want to deserve you.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to see him and...

I will tell him the truth.

-I'll keep your jacket.

-Miss! Miss!

-You know, Antoine, me... I'd never loved

and to be loved in return.

She didn't die of grief, Antoine.

She died of joy.

The truth is, I never confessed it to you.

I let you die of remorse all these years.

And drink...

like a hole.

By losing love, I also lost a little bit of dignity.

-You did what you could.

It's good that I know that.

We're going to be able to be unhappy together.

-This prospect pleases me, but... you can also see Suzanne again.

-She lied to me.

-That was my idea.

-Manipulated.

-You don't regain your freedom without causing a little damage, do you?

-Humiliated.

Ridiculed.

-Resurrected.

-Stolen.

-She did what she could.

-Ladies and Gentlemen,

Come closer, come closer. Come and experience something truly unique...

-Suzanne !

-Antoine.

-With one kiss, she will open you up

an infinite world.

-Suzanne.

-You're not dead?

-Ghosts do not exist.

You're the one who taught me that.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I am so ashamed.

I wanted to make you suffer.

-Yes, yes. Don't go away, ladies and gentlemen.

She will be

coming soon.

Soon to be here. -How sad.

I was one step away from happiness.

-For us.

Here it is.

Here she comes, approaching, charged with a vibrant wave.

and mysterious.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

here and now

Love at first sight is delivered to you by...

Electrified Venus!

A doctor.

A doctor!

Hurry up !

Come on !

SO ?

-It's over, there's nothing left.

-Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

-Suzanne...

Suzanne.

-Stop, Titus!

Come here! -Stop! Stop!

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