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- Isigny caramels, berlingots from Nantes!

Marshmallows from Egypt!

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

- From head to toe, nothing breaks.

- Their mother, pregnant,

had compressed his stomach so hard in strips

than the twins found themselves as if welded together.

- Come closer, come closer,

don't hesitate.

Here,

neither magic nor illusion,

no monster or colossus,

just emotion and sensations.

Hubbub Intriguing fairground music

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

- THANKS.

Bell ringing

- Ladies and gentlemen,

what is a 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 on, join me.

Join me, get on that stage.

I say well, come up!

Here it is you who are at the center of this show!

Be brave!

Come closer and feel

the unique experience sung by poets

since the dawn of time: love at first sight!

Yes, love at first sight!

On my trestles, it's not an idea,

it is not a metaphor,

he is a sensation!

On these boards,

I promise you trouble,

vibration,

dizziness and ecstasy.

Ecstasy for all!

Rich or poor, aristocrat... Cris

- Aim for the foot when it rises.

- Indeed, here,

progress is at the service

of equality.

- Siamese sisters,

their thoughts intertwine,

and he arrives at one to finish the other's dream

and tell him first thing in the morning.

- If a shy nature

or an unattractive physique deprived you

delights of love,

well, Venus Electrificata

offers you wonder that it provides

and the tremor that accompanies it.

For only 30 cents,

love at first sight

is delivered to you by Venus...

Electrificata.

So, anyone?

Gentlemen and ladies,

a little courage!

A little guts!

Yes, sir. Well done, young man.

No love without audacity.

Come and taste the delights

of the electric kiss.

Thirty cents.

I'll let you move forward.

Buzzing

love

is a pain

and ecstasy.

Who is sure

to have never really felt it?

Who ?

Experiment

the delicious thrill of love.

Sizzle

See how electricity

now brings

to your lives much more

than comfort

and the light...

The intensity!

The crowd goes into ecstasy.

hubbub of the crowd

Applause - Congratulations!

- It's good !

- Next!

Representation costs: 2 francs 75.

Food: 3.

Location: 5.

Advertising: 8.

- Eight? - Yes,

there is a posting fee, screamers.

We have just arrived in the capital,

haven't you noticed? - Well no.

- Wig: 3 francs per month.

And tobacco: 50 cents.

Which gives us 38.50

minus 29.75...

8 francs 75.

There you go.

Bell ringing

- Are you coming to eat? - No.

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

- You plan to leave

in America with this? Come! - No.

- Don't give up on me.

- Not tonight.

- Well, I invite you.

- No, I don't want to!

- Come on!

- No, I tell you, you're stuffy!

- We will now call the deceased!

- Andrew.

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

- Andrew.

- I feel...

something,

like a presence

behind you.

- Oh ! Andrew!

- Helene. - André, it's you.

- It's me, my little boar.

- Oh my God, my God.

He wanted...

He wanted to tell me something,

but you fainted.

- Sorry. The exercise is exhausting for the body.

- It seemed important to me.

Don't you remember?

- The time of the session, the mind goes out.

I become an empty body which resonates with his words.

Next time, sure.

- Well, come on, cheers.

Laughter

- Here, come and have a drink.

- Oh !

Breath

Sir...

- I... I wish get in touch

with a loved one,

"decently",

recently died.

- Pardon ?

- As suggested

your billboard. - Oh!

Oh no,

it's too late,

I close. - No. Please sit down.

- No, there is no one left, the spirits sleep.

You should rest.

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

- All.

- All what? - Everything...

The whole post.

- Ten francs? - Yes.

- To get in touch? - Yes,

with your loved one re... re...

- Recently deceased.

- So ! So.

So.

- Quickly then.

Come on, sit down.

Are you comfortable, sir?

Inhale,

exhale.

Inhale,

exhale.

Ooh there,

listen to your breathing.

Inhale,

exhale.

Inhale.

Inspiration

Exhale.

Expiration

What was your loved one's name?

- Irene.

- Listen to your heart beating.

And think of Hélène.

- Irene.

- Yes.

Think of his face,

in his gaze.

Imagine his eyes,

his eyes close, very close.

Call her, sir.

- No.

- Call her.

- Irene.

- From the heart, sir, there is a world

to cross. - Irene.

- I feel...

- Irene. - I feel a presence

behind you.

Scream

Oh, I hear...

I hear someone,

I hear someone answer. - What are you saying?

- I hear someone

whisper a first name.

- What... What first name?

- It's uncertain.

- Which ?

- Anthony?

- Eh ?

- Oh yes,

I hear him approaching.

I feel it. Ah!

- Oh.

- Oh!

Strong breathing

Anthony. - Oh.

- Anthony.

Calm down,

I'm here.

- Or ? - Right next door.

- It's not possible.

- Far.

Everywhere. - It's not possible.

- Calm down, I'm here.

I am here, my...

my beloved.

He sniffs.

Oh ! - Your smell,

your perfume, I smell it.

Ah, Irene.

You are here.

Irene.

- Yes ?

- Is it that...

Does...

Does...

Does...

Does...

are you suffering?

- Uh...

No.

Everything is fine. - Oh.

- Everything is...

blue,

soft,

light.

- Oh.

Oh. - So.

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

- Wait!

Irene, wait.

Wait.

Stay, please. Please stay.

You are here.

Sigh

I have nothing left.

I have nothing left.

Oh, there you are.

What a miracle!

Strong breathing

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Please, Irene.

Say my first name.

- Anthony?

- Again.

- Anthony.

- Again.

- Anthony.

- Oh.

Oh, I'm shaking, I'm shaking.

- Yes.

-Is it my fault?

Is it because of me?

Ringing of bells

- Oh!

Oh.

- What ? - It's over.

- Pardon ?

- She left. - No !

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

Come on, sir, we have to leave.

- I will come see you tomorrow. - Alright.

- Here. - Oh, no!

- What ? - You shouldn't.

- For what ? - It was...

painful.

- Painful ? - Sometimes bodies don't agree.

Look.

My hands feel like they're burned.

- Oh my. - Hmm.

- I want to come back.

- No. - I'll pay you more.

- Good night.

See you tomorrow.

- Twenty francs.

- Twenty francs?

- For burns.

- Then at home. - At my house ?

- Give me your address.

- At home ? - Yes, it will be more favorable.

- Of course, more favorable.

My card.

- Your card?

- Visiting.

- Alright. - So...

- So see you tomorrow.

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

- Leave now.

- Claudia.

- Eh ?

-Thank you, Claudia.

- Oh.

No, no.

This way.

Bird song

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

To paint, to go out to Paris?

Even now, my love, I blame myself.

I often think what we would have done

if I had stayed.

We would have drunk champagne

and ate chestnuts, then I would have drawn you.

I would have been upset by your presence.

By the miracle of your presence alone.

Forgive the stupid husband,

to the pathetic widower.

What was I saying?

I drank a little this morning. It's necessary... What was I saying?

Besides, you need to know that.

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. - Do you hear me?

- Of course, my little boar.

- I was scared.

- I'm here,

my love. You are my light

in the darkness.

- Is love still there?

- It's still there, my love.

- I made you suffer so much.

- Love

is a suffering and a balm.

An ecstasy and a burning.

I feel it as I felt here below.

- You love me, then?

- I love you, my beloved. - Are you calm?

- Yes. -And...

Have you forgiven me?

- Hmm.

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

- Say it again. - I have forgiven you, Antoine.

- Again.

- I forgive you.

Squeak

Scream - Who are you, madam?

You abuse misfortune

of a widower and take advantage of its fragility.

How can you?

All he has left is his pain.

And you exploit it? Are you making it profitable?

- But stop!

- “Love is a burn and ecstasy."

When I think of her,

and I hear you unpack all this nonsense,

you should be ashamed.

You ridicule him, and you belittle her.

- What ?

- You do me good. Faced with you, I feel less ugly.

Come on, disappear.

Leave before I call the shots.

And never come back!

Never !

Anthony?

Oh, he paints.

He paints.

Oh, thank you, God, thank you. He paints!

Finally.

What an idiot!

But what an idiot!

Intriguing music

What an idiot!

Please.

Hubbub

- Watch out for the splinters, big guy!

- What is love? It is a pain and a balm.

An ecstasy

and a burn!

But who is sure of one day

really felt it? Who ?

Coming straight from America,

she is here to make you live the unique experience,

sung by poets since the dawn of time...

Love at first sight!

She shouldn't be long.

I see her approaching

charged with a vibrating wave and mysterious.

- Yah!

Yah! - It will open up an infinite world for you!

Come closer, ladies and gentlemen! Applause

Love at first sight is delivered to you

for the modest sum

30 cents by Venus Electrificata!

- Yah!

- Listen to me.

Are you listening to me? - Hmm.

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

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

Shit ! Pride.

Grace.

You look like you're embarrassed.

How do you want them to love you?

You will only pass on your shame to them.

What is marked there? I taught you to read!

- Yes yes. - Venus Electrificata.

Electricity, I 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 like it happened something strong between you.

You look at him like that.

You lift your chin,

then you lean

the face

and you open your hand like this, as if he took something away

of you.

It hurts you.

Well yes!

Regret him, let him come back!

- Yes. - Eh.

Well, show me!

- Eh ?

- Do the loving look!

- NOW ? - Yes !

Tilt your face a little.

And look into the distance.

- Oh !

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

- Later, I hurt everywhere.

- You were late.

- I got lost.

- I was there like an idiot.

- I'm sorry.

- I'll fine you 5 francs!

- Pardon. Excuse me.

- Come on, go ahead!

- Pardon. - Attention.

- Excuse me.

Intriguing music

- Oh!

- Miss ?

- Here.

For both sessions.

Go!

- Please !

I came to apologize.

I am sincerely sorry and confused.

It's my affection for this friend which made me lose my mind.

- Eh ?

- After all,

you only wanted to help him, isn't it?

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, well...

Okay.

- THANKS.

Thank you very much.

- Can I keep the money? - Of course.

You earned it hard and well deserved.

- Would you like a clairvoyance?

- No, not immediately.

Light laughter

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

There's everything you need there.

- Oh !

Your sessions with Mr. Balestro, take them back.

- Pardon ?

- It's a big one, an immense painter.

Bold, inspired, modern.

He hadn't worked for years, but thanks to you

and your... science,

he got back to it.

- My science?

- Your art.

- There is no art or science. I tell him

what he wants to hear. - It's wonderful.

I would like

that you continue. - And why?

- For his happiness.

- Sir... -Armand.

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

- Listen, I'm his friend but also its merchant.

- His dealer of what?

- Art dealer. I sell his paintings.

- Oh.

- So. When he sees you, he paints. When he paints, I sell.

If you could continue your sessions at this price,

that would suit me.

He will have 40 francs per week

to pay you. We will all be winners.

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

- I will help you.

I know his life, his secrets. I will tell you stories.

- I thought you were his friend.

There are no scruples in this big body?

- It's wide.

It can contain the friend and the merchant.

- Alas, I can't do it anymore.

- 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 you

100 francs per completed painting

and 150 francs

for large formats.

Payable on sale.

I'm twisted,

but honest. I can make you a contract, a letter of credence.

A sort of acknowledgment of debt.

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

- 150 per painting and 200 for large formats.

Scream

- Hello.

- Good morning.

- You are welcome.

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

- I'm sorry. - THANKS.

I decided

not to consult you anymore.

This meeting will be the last.

I'll pay for our session.

- THANKS.

- For days, I pretend to believe in this magic.

I'm looking for a little peace

in a lot of madness.

But it's not doing honor to my wife nor to our love.

I was looking for a little consolation.

I hope you won't mind.

- Not at all, sir.

If I could console you for a moment, I'm a little less sad

to have to leave you.

- I'll take you home.

- No, thank you. I know the way.

Bye. - Bye.

He blows.

- Oh! Shock

- Miss.

Are you okay, miss?

Miss. - Hmm.

- Come.

Miss, miss.

Miss.

How are you ?

Miss. Miss, are you okay?

Scream - She can no longer

hear you.

Breath, sigh

- Claudia, I have neither anger nor reproaches.

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

- You enchanted me. So I put you

compensation and I return

to the sad reason. - I understand your distrust.

I was floating in limbo

outside of the world, outside of time.

When suddenly, a window opened

and I saw you.

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

You doubt, and so do I.

Do I dream of being dead?

I dream of the living?

- We have to go.

- But I decided to believe, my Nino.

Rather than losing you again.

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

I want him to continue.

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

- Nino.

My Nino.

She sighs.

Do you remember Italy?

Lake Como?

- Irene. - When I taught you to swim?

- Irene.

Irene.

- You were floating on your back in the sun.

Your body

no longer weighed anything.

Like mine now.

You were drifting in the shining water holding on to my hair.

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

How many times have I thought about it.

- Hmm. - I would sometimes like to 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. Crying

If only I had the strength.

- Strength? The strength of what?

- To lie down in the water.

To let myself sink.

And to find you again.

- Oh but no. No ! - If...

Yes, I hear you, my love.

There is more hope in death than in life.

- Oh no.

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

Anthony.

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

Again, I see the world.

I perceive it around you.

The light, the noises.

Sometimes even perfumes.

Ah, there, I smell that of jasmine

which intoxicates me.

- You hated that smell.

- Yes, because it was that of jasmine,

but now... it’s that of our house.

Anthony. - Yes ?

- When I come back.

I live again.

Would you like to take this rapture away from me? - No, no.

- So I beg you, leave this window open.

Give me back my life.

Don't lose yours. - Yes.

- Please, live my love, live.

Screw.

And paint.

- Eh ?

- Paint.

Paint the world for me.

Paint these villages, these towns, these streets,

these cafes, these faces. - Yes.

- These fruits, these vegetables.

Paint these landscapes... immense.

Paint frescoes and large formats.

Paint day and night, my love.

Color my night.

- Oh.

Shock

- Sir?

Sir ?

Oh !

Shit.

- Hmm.

- Sir ? - Hmm.

He groaned.

Are you there?

- Well, yes.

You felt bad and...

- Claudia.

Breath

It was extraordinary.

- Oh?

- I have to go out.

- Yes of course.

- Sorry, sorry.

See you Thursday, same time. - Yes.

Groan - Pardon !

Intriguing music

Horn

- I'm going ahead! - Did you understand or what?

- I have a big car!

Complaints

Doorbell - Hop, hop, hop!

- Armand, where is he?

- In his office.

- Armand?

Armand? - Yes, yes,

I'm here.

What is happening?

- I can't keep this to myself.

- What did you do?

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

-Armand.

I speak with Irene.

Recently,

I see a medium.

A kind of spiritualist

who transmits our words.

It's a woman

magical, extraordinary.

It's not about glasses

that move, but of trances.

His eyes turn completely white.

And suddenly...

Irene speaks to me.

She talks to me.

You think that I am stupid, crazy, desperate.

I thought so too.

But it's all so real.

She mentioned words, moments that no one knows.

That no one knows. I'm not crazy.

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

It has to be. - I believe you.

- Do you believe me?

- Yes.

My opinion

has changed on the issue. - Really ?

- I'm not stubborn.

Attention, I read, I attended

at dinners. Many people, great minds

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... to paint what?

- All.

All the time.

- That's wonderful.

- She told me:

“Color my night.”

- It's... It's beautiful, that.

It's good.

Intriguing music

Mysterious music

- April 8, 1919.

Today, I joined Sylvette in Paris.

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

May 9, 1919.

Mr. Belgrand prefers that I take care of him rather than dust.

He damaged my eye.

- Come on. Crash, groan

- I damaged a magnificent vase for him.

May 12, 1919. For 2 francs per week,

Sylvette shelters me in secret in his room.

I walk a lot.

May 17, 1919. - Irene.

- Today, rue Tronchet, I met Albert,

the son of our neighbors in Calais. - Come sit down.

- He asked me to pose for him,

then for his wonderful comrades

and for their kind friends.

They tell me that I am magnificent and fascinating.

In this environment of starvation,

this translates by available and volunteer.

December 7, 1920.

Today,

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

utterly beautiful, from top to bottom.

The weather was crazy. I was looking for firewood.

Rain flow

Flush

- Come on. - Miss Irene?

- Good morning.

- Is that you?

- Yes, master.

- No, but the pose!

- Hello Sir.

- Madam.

- And then, a little higher up the shoulder.

Here it is,

that's good.

Oh !

Oh, well, it’s splendid! Laugh

Come and see, Miss Irene.

- Master, it’s sublime.

- I'm surprising myself.

See it... the rendering of the thigh

in just a few strokes. - Admirable.

- Oh... - And then the butt...

Accentuation of the curve gives it a particular irony.

You have sublimated it.

Excuse me, the original is honorable but...

- Thank you. - No, but there it is...

it's glorious.

- Yes. Excuse me, We had an appointment?

- No.

Could I borrow from you a few logs for my stove?

I am short. The room is freezing.

- We had agreed on the room, no heating.

- I will return them 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 that I could see here

for a long time.

And certainly the most beautiful pair of buttocks.

Yes ?

I had barely returned. - It's Hermes.

- That the demigod knocked on my door.

Already ?

- Time to change.

- You shouldn't have.

- Where would I have put this?

Laugh - And like all demigods,

in an instant, he performed some half-miracles.

First he warmed the room.

Soft music

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

Have you seen his paintings?

- Then he made me want to be joyful.

Are we familiar with each other?

- I have difficulty seeing you someone who saw me naked.

Is that you? - Yes.

- Did you do it? - No.

I stole it from a bastard 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.

Fix it.

Hold.

And finally, he made me want to be graceful.

You make me more beautiful than I am.

- That would be very difficult.

- Are you a painter? - I paint.

- How long?

- Always,

but in Paris for eight years.

- I never met you.

You already exposed something somewhere?

- My honorable buttocks almost everywhere, yes.

- Nothing, nowhere?

- Eight years of my life in three words.

Can I stay for an hour or two?

- For what ?

He blows.

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

- With him, everything is straightforward and easy.

You can stay as long as you want.

- I would like a year.

- All right.

Upbeat music

- What are you reading? - The Bible.

- Here,

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

- What's wrong with you?

Why are you making everything complicated?

What don't you like here anymore?

We could laugh, make life possible,

ease our pain.

- I don't want to laugh

nor surrender

life possible,

do you understand? - No.

- That's why you're still here.

And I don't want to ease my pain, I care about it.

- Well keep them and knit with it.

- I harassed Antoine for him to show me his paintings.

I begged him, charmed him.

I made him drunk.

And dawn was victorious.

They were in the basement from a bakery

at a distant cousin's house.

Antoine was uncomfortable.

And I was bursting with curiosity.

It was like unwinding a treasure map.

One moment,

I admit I thought about 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 paints, he is afraid of everything.

Emptiness, colors. He dares nothing,

drowning in detail and spreads bread worse than a plasterer.

It's a pigeon.

- Rats love my work more than you.

- Antoine, you see, all that?

It's ugly,

it's dull, it's sluggish.

It's laborious.

It's ugly.

But this, there...

There you paint as you draw.

Ah, there, there...

I was so scared, my God.

We knock.

Don't answer. Quickly.

- Don't move.

Stop, stop.

- Come on. - Don't move.

- Paint!

Wear red. It's sad.

- What do you know? You see nothing.

- Your palette is sinister. - I hear you.

- We can hear you too.

Anthony. - Hmm.

- Wear red.

Put some on to please me. - No.

- It's been half an hour that I see,

Anthony. - Shh.

- I have to go. - Finished.

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

- We'll finish tomorrow.

- No ! - For what ?

- It must be important. - I'm leaving. You will explain yourself

with the old woman. - Shut up.

You're not tired

of your old ones? - They never get tired of me.

- You're wasting time.

- You can't paint at night.

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

The canvases, the color, do you know how it 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

to never sleep with Antoine.

But tonight,

jealousy made me sick to my stomach.

I could have held him in a single gesture.

I let him go because, my dear diary,

I can't take this misery anymore which eats away at my joy.

I feel that he could get us out of there.

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

another life awaits us.

I also know that at the first kisses exchanged,

he won't listen to me anymore.

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

That we will spend our lives eating, to kiss us, to caress us,

to embrace us.

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

rather than starving.

- We're not going to the living room?

You would be more comfortable.

- Claudia, I started painting again.

- Oh.

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

She was the one who asked me. - Oh!

- 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, I stomp.

I need his eye. - Sound?

- From his eye!

She always knew how to see

what was wrong,

find the right words.

- Oh...

Don't expect too much.

Sometimes,

the deceased perceives the environment poorly.

- Oh no,

miss,

she perceives...

everything, everything, even perfumes.

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

on your skin,

the tingle of herbs on your back.

Come.

SO ?

It's not over, huh.

- Oh, it's...

- Irene, tell me. - Gorgeous.

Bold,

inspired,

modern. - No !

He shouts. Damn!

- Anthony!

Anthony!

What are you doing ?

- Looks like Armand

who knows what to say anymore! - Stop!

Stop!

Stop. - Forgive me, Irene.

- How do you want to be loved? if you are ashamed?

S... Be proud,

shit !

- From that?

- Do you remember...

your cousin's bakery?

Your painting

devoured by rats, the rectangle

on the side.

- Yes. - Your painting is here

as he was there.

- Where is he?

Where is he? Where is the rectangle?

Or ? He... He is...

Where is he,

the rectangle?

- In front of you?

- There, there, there, there.

There ? - Look better.

- There.

There.

Is he there?

- Yes, he is there.

- He's here.

Upbeat music

Paper tearing

Sigh

Do you like it?

- Yes,

it makes my heart race.

That makes me happy.

- And there...

There,

to please you.

- English red?

- And a bruise.

No, no, a green one...

- Yes.

- Emerald.

- Higher.

- Yes, you are right.

Above the shoulder...

and at the edge of the fabric.

Wonderful.

- It's magnificent.

- Oh, Irene.

Irene, my love.

Irene.

Irene.

Irene.

Irene.

Irene.

Irene.

Irene.

Irene. Irene!

They scream.

Oh shit.

Breath

- What... What...

What happened?

- I know...

I don't know.

You are... You stood up suddenly.

In the air.

- In the air? - Yes yes.

- And... high?

He blows. - Twenty...

- Oh!

- Thirty centimeters. And you fell

suddenly.

- Gosh,

that had never happened to me.

- We are progressing every day.

I used yellow.

We did it together.

Soft music

- What I like,

this is the way a painting of which grows on me.

I like painters who apply themselves not to apply.

Too much beauty crushes me.

I like artists who hide it,

who hold her back.

I like the works, some of which

of their beauty belongs to me.

Because I have made the journey

up to them.

I like the works that make each of us...

an artist.

Hubbub

- Vaugirard cabbages! Meudon strawberries!

Artichokes from Versailles!

The bells are ringing.

- Ah, Reverdi. He is an eternal disappointment.

A melancholy, but not a pessimist.

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

A shimmer.

With an accent - I don't speak French.

It's beautiful.

- Yes, absolutely.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Goodbye.

Massard.

He is a Savoyard artist.

His features are choppy, violent.

However, his painting is moving.

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

It's upsetting.

- It's beautiful, this hand just at the edge of the frame.

We would like to take it.

- Yes, that's true. Absolutely.

That's it.

This one,

it was a young Italian who painted it. 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 hard, I look at her.

She comforts me.

She wakes me up.

I imagine... - What do you imagine?

- What catches his eye.

I imagine his life.

- I hope I don't disappoint you.

- Do you want to buy it? Laugh

- I would deprive you of his comfort.

- For a good price, I will look for it elsewhere.

- That would be sad, wouldn't it?

- For 350 francs, you can dispose of it.

- I often pose, sir, but I rarely have it.

I'm dead broke.

- Oh.

- I spent three afternoons at his house.

I was supposed to get three francs which I am still waiting for.

- It's not up to me to sort you out. - I'm not here for that.

- So for what?

- I know a painter who you might like.

- Miss.

- I know all the artists who are here.

Madeleine,

François, Martin.

I posed for them for free, just to see them do it.

I love everything here.

- Well yes, but hey... you are poor.

- He has the same ardor, the same invention as these people.

But he has one more thing.

He is easy to love.

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

- It would be necessary that I pick up one of your friends.

- Yes.

What ?

- Certainly, yes.

- Let me show you a painting.

Just a canvas.

- Come on.

- It slowly comes to color.

And the next ones will be brilliant.

- It might be a little early.

- You have to choose it.

- I don't know.

- He is a faithful nature.

Love him when he doesn't love himself.

He will pay you back for life.

- Did others see it? - No.

He drums.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, not me.

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

THANKS.

- Stay! Stay!

Stay!

No, I mean, I...

I'll take five paintings from you.

- The bottle of red.

- Oh!

- What are we eating?

- Then give us... asparagus...

Door opening

- What do you want?

- We had to rehearse the look.

- What look?

- The loving look.

- Eh ?

- Like I showed you.

- Now is not the time, Titus.

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

Meanwhile, you don't give anything away. We are losing audiences.

- There are people. - There could be

twice as much.

Come on, go ahead, do it.

Come on.

There you are, looking at me

and you're breathing a little heavy.

Yeah, you tilt your head.

That's good.

Look for air.

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

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

when we are in love, we understand nothing.

We think like that, you see.

Eh ?

Where do you go all the time in Paris? Do you see anyone?

- I'm walking. It's the capital.

- Why are you going backwards?

Are you afraid of me? I never hit you.

- No, it's true.

You exploited me, insulted, electrocuted,

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 tickets.

- No kidding.

- You owe me this money.

- Touch me

and I will go to the police. - I would tell them

that you are tapping.

Come on, just a kiss. - You get out!

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

- But stop! - Get out of there!

-Titus!

- Get out of there, pig!

He growls. Come on !

- Let me go!

- Get out!

- Keep your makeup on.

I have better things than bread and bacon.

- I'll get you settled.

- Good evening.

- Good evening. - Good evening. Go for it.

- You are welcome. - THANKS.

- Suzanne, are you sure? - But yes.

There are things, I don't even know what it is.

Timballe of sweetbreads.

- What are we eating? - Give us

asparagus, oysters

and beef tenderloins. - An arugula salad for me.

- And soles. - And to drink?

- So...

- Pitcher of Loire. - No, burgundy.

- Antoine, you are

my guests, okay?

We celebrate your glorious future.

Burgundy, good.

- So, wait.

Armand is the one Who pays for the paintings?

- He will pay me when they are sold.

- Are these paintings worth a lot?

- If I get through to the end of this matter, 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 it.

- Tell me, Antoine,

you will 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 nonsense.

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

If he could, he would have taken the plates,

cutlery and napkins.

- And the painter? Is he handsome?

- Oh yes.

He is as beautiful as a golden Louis.

- I can't imagine

that you pay me to paint. - Well, me neither.

- Irene! - Oh !

I was happy,

light.

I took 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, seduce,

and suddenly, without me understanding why,

I found myself flooded with sadness.

In a few moments,

my whole body

was eaten away by this gangrene.

- Why is she crying?

- Because of the contract.

- But no. - If ! She did

all this with him. She is afraid

to stay alone.

She thinks that Armand is going to free her. - No,

she just understood that she is in love with him.

- Hmm. - And she knows what awaits her.

- This is nonsense.

When my father arranged with Titus, I observed them.

I immediately saw that they were toasting on my back.

- He's your father Who gave you to Titus?

- Yes, I was 15.

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

Oh, don't make that face.

My father was a drunk.

Hmm.

And my mother, she hated me, then everyone

got a good deal.

She got swollen.

Like us.

And she knows it.

- SO ?

SO ?

- Then there's nothing left. We're at the end.

- These are thoughts

planted by Irene.

I care a lot about it.

Snoring

- Anthony.

- Yes ?

- I'm confused.

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

with your loved one today. - Oh.

- I admit that I drank a little.

- Ah good ? - Hmm.

She burps.

Pardon.

- You are welcome.

A clock chimes.

- Oh shit !

She breathes.

Unlocking

Mysterious music

Oh!

Soft music

Shit, shit, shit!

She breathes.

We knock.

They kissed.

- You didn't wait for me, you bastard!

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

Horses at a walk

Cackles

Rooster crowing

- I trained Antoine in my secret territory.

At Old Colombe Lake.

It was good.

Our intoxication was intact.

I knew where we were going.

And I already had nostalgia from this moment,

even as I was experiencing it.

At the end of a beautiful friendship?

Kiss Antoine and not be disappointed by this kiss.

- “Kiss Antoine

"and not be disappointed by any of his actions.

"I had never felt something so moving.

“So disturbing.

“I like the smell of her hair. The smell of his skin.

“She smells like chocolate.

“I like to kiss his neck. Kiss

"his chest.

“Kiss her belly.

"Then

“her perfect belly button.

“And his…”

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

- We'll start again tomorrow. - Yeah.

- I like the smell of her hair.

The smell of his skin.

She smells like chocolate.

I had never felt something so moving,

so disturbing.

I like to kiss his neck. Kiss his chest.

She breathes.

The smell of his skin.

She smells like chocolate.

Kiss his chest.

The smell of his skin. Kiss his neck,

his chest,

his stomach.

Her skin smells like chocolate.

Then her perfect belly button. She smells like chocolate.

Chocolate. - Miss.

Miss ?

- Hmm ? Hmm !

Yes ?

- We had a flat tire.

Can you finish on foot? - Yes.

Clink

Fast steps

- Hello. - Good morning.

I would drink well a small fresh orangeade.

THANKS.

And you ?

- It'll be fine.

Birds singing outside

Sigh

Breath

Shall we go there?

- Yes.

- Let's go.

- Hmm.

- Still nothing?

- Well... no.

- More candles?

- No,

she’s the one who’s far away.

- We abandoned her.

She's gone! - Shh!

Ah!

- What's going on? - I hear it,

as if she were speaking through a skylight.

- What does she say? - It seems to me that she wants...

- Say, say.

- Sleep,...

go out. - To go out ?

- Yes, yes, go out.

Feeling the sun on my skin. She tells me about an ash tree?

Or a... Ah, an oak tree?

Ah, an old hollow tree

near a lake.

- Oh...

Soft music

Anthony.

- Yes ?

- Make me drink.

- Pardon ?

- I want to feel the heat alcohol, drunkenness happens,

his head spinning.

Make me drink.

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

- Remember,

the magic tree.

- Oh.

- Hmm.

Stay there.

Stay there, close to her.

Let me look at you.

To drink.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Antoine, please...

- Yes.

- Kiss me.

- Pardon ?

- Give me a kiss.

- No.

No.

- Yes, yes. - No, no.

Irene, it's... it's...

It's not you.

- Don't be afraid, I am there, very close.

- It's not your mouth. - No.

But... under those delicious crimson lips,

there are mine.

- Oh.

So...

- Caress my shoulder, my love.

- It's not yours.

- Don't be afraid.

Under this perfect shoulder,

there is mine.

- Oh.

- Under this delicate breast,

there is my breast.

- Really ?

- Absolutely.

Oh, yes.

Under this ravishing body, there is mine.

- Hmm.

Take it, it’s yours, Antoine.

Sigh

- Do you feel my lips on your neck?

- Almost. - My kisses.

- Go on.

They reach me, They're coming at me, my love.

- Irene. He groaned.

- 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 on. - No, no.

I can't. - Go on. Under his skin,

there is his skin. - Not with her.

Strong breathing

- What?

- Not with her.

Sigh

Claudia.

Claudia.

Claudia.

Claudia.

- Hmm.

Hmm.

Did everything go well?

- Yes yes.

Yes yes.

- During, it was...

It was magnificent.

He was there against me, he kissed me.

I kissed him.

She also kissed him, but he made me

his kisses.

Two of us made three of us.

See? - Yes, I see.

- And then, suddenly...

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

I saw 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 probably would have liked that. - I'm ashamed.

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

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, her.

I hated her.

The more I talk, the more she appears.

The more she appears, the less he sees me.

All the beautiful turns,

all the beautiful sentences that I invent for her,

It erases me a little more. She is too strong,

she destroys me.

He knocks.

- What is it? Are you sick?

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

The invitations are gone.

Large formats,

did you finish them? - I'm sorry.

- I only have one. - Shh.

- I need expensive paintings to make others cheap.

- Don't stay there.

- What ? - Hide.

- What ? - Speak softly.

- What ?

Clink

- It's her.

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

The one I see regularly.

It's her, she's there.

- Won't you open it for him?

- There's a problem.

I think I'm experiencing... How to say?

Oh my God.

Feelings for her.

- For the spiritualist?

- Yes. I noticed that each day that passed,

I expected a little less Irene and a little more Claudia. Do you understand?

- Yes yes.

- I need Claudia to speak to Irene.

But I can't help myself

to look at Claudia

and to desire it.

And I kissed her.

- The clairvoyant?

- Yes, without his knowledge.

- How is that possible?

- I'm so ashamed.

It was during a session.

She didn't know anything about it.

During the trances, the mind goes out.

- You reassure me.

- It was delicious, Armand. Horribly delicious.

- It's wonderful.

Why don't you open it to him if you love him so much?

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

- Irene. - Roh, Antoine!

- She died because of me.

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

Mysterious music

- You weren't there, Armand.

Since installation, It wasn't going well anymore.

It's as if this house separated us.

That it was too big for us.

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

She scoured the exhibitions

with you.

And me, I often saw Madeleine.

I looked at her

walking away in the rain, devastated.

In the evening, she did not come home.

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.

She committed suicide because you stopped loving him?

Do you think it's so tragic?

You want to dispossess her of his accidental death

to give it meaning,

but he's just a driver...

dead drunk

who crashed into him.

Leave her alone.

The dead are humble. They don't ask for anything.

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

- I'm pretending.

As I pretend to have two legs.

You haven't lost only one person.

You have the luxury to think about it all the time.

I can't.

I have too many deaths to be haunted.

- You are wrong, Armand.

The dead ask.

She needs me. She told me.

She told me.

She is alone, she is...

lost.

Somewhere.

Into nothingness, limbo.

I can't start again, abandon it.

Betray her again.

Smash

Melancholic music

Sizzle - Oh!

Oh !

Moaning

- She kissed Armand.

She kissed Armand!

- I don't care.

They annoy me with their stories and their lives.

They have everything. They don't do anything about it.

Who ? Who did she kiss?

-Armand. - What are you talking about ?

- "Coming out of 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 it was nice

"and that I was happy. I lay down.

"I believed that my heart was going to explode."

- What is this bullshit?

How is that, his heart was going to explode?

She was at the lake with Antoine in full ecstasy,

and there, she kisses 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 you go!

Ecstasy at the lake.

Afterwards, a lot of ecstasy.

Ecstasy.

And again. - Hmm.

We knock.

- He started to sell some paintings.

Quite a few paintings.

He started making money.

More money.

More and more. He became famous.

Suddenly, more and more paintings.

And less and less ecstasy. Snoring

He became rich.

And they settled down in their beautiful barracks.

- And Armand then? - He's coming.

There,

she started to get annoyed.

Especially since now,

it was Armand who took care of everything.

And one morning.

- How is the pirate?

- He's hungry! Are you accompanying me?

- Yes !

- At the beginning, they saw each other a little,

then often.

She accompanied him to visit galleries, workshops,

meet artists. She gave him advice.

He listened to him.

She realized that she loved his company.

Then she realized that she simply adored him.

- Give, give.

- Armand, I'm sorry.

- For what ? Was it delicious?

- For this morning, at the lake,

I'm sorry.

- Armand!

You are here !

That’s a paycheck!

You look very serious.

- I'll go. - No, don't move.

Wait. - For what ?

- Don't move.

- Oh... Light laughter

Good.

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

- Yes.

And the eyes are brighter.

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 soft.

- I hope so.

- Look,

Anthony.

You see, there,

there, the edge,

it's more sinuous.

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

- It's a detail, but...

Oh well, no. There's nothing wrong there.

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

You... You see?

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

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

- Yes, there it is.

- No, it's not there. - Yes.

- Non. - There it is!

- Non. - There it is!

- Non. - There it is!

- That's how it is

what do you want to represent? Sitting at the table like a glutton?

- These are leeks... - But it can't be improvised like that.

- It's spontaneous,

like you taught me.

- Armand, get up.

- Oui. - Get up and take off

this towel.

- Stay seated

and soothed!

- Armand, get up.

And look at him

as if you were watching over him.

- Stay seated.

- That kills him!

- It's true. - Get up!

- Sat ! - That's full of contempt there.

- Wh... What's wrong? What's wrong with you?

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

who want to show your know-how. - You're annoying me!

- I'm going.

I have an appointment.

Armand clears his throat.

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

Armand!

- I don't have time right now.

- An almost pleasant worry.

- It's not possible.

Armand. -Armand.

-Armand.

- Oh !

- Armand!

-Armand.

Suzanne, I know what happened with Antoine.

He kissed you.

- Eh ?

- I'm confused.

It's not

what we agreed. - No.

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

arguing that under your lips, there were his lips.

- Did he tell you that?

- Then he became aware that he kissed you,

and he felt a mixture of astonishment and...

of desire.

- Oh yes ?

- Immediately ashamed.

- 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,

as infatuated, as desiring. - 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, for its sole interest, I ask you to pretend to love him.

- Armand, don't you think about it? - I beg you.

Listen to me.

I am very worried.

I fear the worst. It is eaten away

by remorse, haunted by a ghost that we created.

You have to take it out of this morbid obsession.

But Armand, he refuses to open his door to me.

I make it my business.

Be at his house tomorrow, at noon sharp.

Let's bring it back on the path of life, of joy.

Soft music

And this path, Suzanne...

Hello, ma'am. - Hello Sir.

- ...it can only be you.

If you could just give him a little hope,

a look,

a hand that drags a little in his.

- Pardon.

Sir, you are asking a lot.

Hissing

- She must be mad at me,

I was absent.

- I blame you too.

I was worried to see your door closed.

- Forgive me, Claudia.

I was sick. -And are you feeling better?

- Not really.

But now, I will be there for her.

- I beseech you.

Bring him back into the world.

Breath

- Anthony.

- Claudia.

- My love.

- Irene.

- I thought I would never find you again.

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

- I feared not being able to say goodbye.

- 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 imagine.

- I want to go with you.

- I scribbled down some dialogues that you press.

- My love.

I didn't come back just to appease you.

Bring you back to life.

At work.

To joy.

- Irene.

If you felt that I loved someone else,

forgive me. I will stop seeing her.

- No.

No !

Anthony.

It is this love that appears which makes me leave you in peace.

- Irene.

- Anthony.

I came back because you were inconsolable.

Your misfortune held me back.

Your happiness delivers me.

I have to leave now.

And I leave happy.

- I...

I won't be able to forget you.

- I'm not asking you.

A new love don't delete another one.

Farewell, Antoine.

Farewell.

- Farewell. Farewell.

Farewell.

Oh, Irene.

She cries.

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

Now bring him back to life.

It's the friend who begs you.

Sniffing

Mysterious music

- Antoine, I...

- Please,

let him maintain the tiny hope of an affair with you.

- Claudia.

Sentimental music

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

No bedtime

with him. - He would be missing more than that.

Oh shit.

Upbeat music

- Ladies and gentlemen,

resupply!

Exclamations, laughter

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

- Congratulations, Mr. Balestro.

- You are beautiful!

- Congratulations.

- What a beauty.

- Merci.

- I know her, you know?

- The model?

- I no longer count his burning kisses.

- Pardon ?

- It's Venus.

- Non.

- Yes.

- Non. - It's her.

Venus Electrificata.

The Electricity Fairy of the Saint-Ouen fair.

- No, you must be confused. It's Claudia, the young clairvoyant.

- Sir, just yesterday, I hugged him.

I begged her to marry me

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

- Love is pain and ecstasy.

Titus' voice in the background Strange music

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

But who is sure for never having felt it?

Who ? Let yourself cross

by the delicious thrill of love!

Come feel

the delicious and burning wave who crosses

true lovers.

Sir...

Yes, we never come out unscathed.

Sizzle

Leave your turn, please.

Applause

- Generals, priests, politicians!

For your greatest pleasure I plant them,

I burn them!

Barking

- So? - Haha!

It was all gone in two hours. It was extraordinary.

- So much the better. - I ended up overtaking

the prices.

- Soon you will be rich.

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

I increased your share.

I asked you a lot.

- Well yes.

But when?

- Well, time to collect orders.

Within a week or ten days.

Are you impatient?

- I want to be free.

No longer suffer.

- Oh ! What are you doing here?

- I hadn't seen it

so happy in ages.

What you have accomplished, it's wonderful.

- I wasn't alone.

- Yes.

You know,

sometimes,

I envied his credulity,

his certainty of speaking to him,

to comfort her.

It must have been a wonderful feeling.

I loved him a lot, too.

Mysterious music

- I'm sure it was shared.

- Maybe, yes.

Sentimental music

- That's for sure.

Pirate.

- 18 centimeters of sharpened steel like sabres.

Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Strange music

- Anthony?

Anthony?

Disturbing music

Dramatic music

- Suzanne,

since it's your first name.

The lie was delicious,

but he returned the unbearable truth.

My gullibility,

my love for Irene, then your poisonous charm

and your false candour have blinded me.

Disturbing music

Your appalling cynicism and your deep ugliness

brought me back to the terrible reality. Scream

Oh... Oh...

I prefer to join a world without lies.

What an idiot...

Goodbye.

Anthony.

He blows.

- What are you doing ?

- How could you do this to me?

Pick me up.

Pick me up!

- Yeah.

Moaning

He growls.

Enough now! Breath

Dramatic music

I did it for you, you know.

- You did it for yourself.

You wanted me to paint. - It's true.

I wanted you to live too.

I had more than you.

I had lost Irene.

- What are you saying?

- The day she surprised you with Madeleine,

you saw her run away devastated.

While in truth,

she was leaving...

relieved.

Sentimental music

Doorbell

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 premises that she had spotted.

An old hat shop.

She had the idea to open his 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 owner.

I begged her to wait a little longer...

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

submerged.

Stay !

I mean...

I am an art dealer.

I look for beauty everywhere, all the time.

And when I find it, 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 there.

I'm going to see him and...

I will tell him the truth.

- I'll keep your jacket.

Horn, shock

Cris

- Miss! Miss !

- You know, Antoine, me... it had never happened to me to love

and to be loved in return.

She didn't die of pain, Anthony.

She died of joy.

The truth, I never admitted it to you.

I left you dying of remorse during all these years.

And drink...

like a hole.

By losing love, I also lost a little dignity.

- You did what you could.

It's good that I know that.

We will be able to be unhappy together.

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

- She lied to me.

- It was my idea.

- Manipulated.

- We do not regain our freedom without doing a bit of damage, right?

- Humiliated.

Ridiculed.

- Resurrected.

- Stolen.

- She did as best she could.

Intriguing music

- Ladies and gentlemen,

come near, come near. Come and feel a unique experience...

- Suzanne!

Suzanne!

Suzanne!

Suzanne!

Suzanne.

- Anthony.

- In a kiss, she will open you

an infinite world.

- Suzanne.

- You're not dead?

- Ghosts don't exist.

It was you who taught me that.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I'm so ashamed.

I wanted to make you suffer.

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

She will be

soon there.

Soon there. - How sad.

I was on the verge of happiness.

- For us.

Here it is.

Here she is approaching, charged with a vibrating wave

and mysterious.

Ladies and gentlemen,

here and now,

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

Venus Electrificata!

Shock Cris

Melancholic music

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!

Dynamic rock music

Sizzle

Mysterious music