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Odette?

Yes?

What are you doing? Drawing?

Isn't that pretty?

You like to draw?

I love to.

That's very pretty.

Thanks.

I wish I had a little girl like you.

To draw with, to read stories to.

But nope, I've got 3 boys.

All they care about is soccer.

I wanted to ask you something,
but I don't dare.

Go ahead, Gilbert. Ask.

I wondered
if you'd play dolls with me.

Sure! I have lots.

No, wait.

What'd be great

is if you played the doll,
and I played the little girl.

I could dress you, brush your hair...

It'd be fun.

Sure. Maybe.

What's that?

- The bathroom.
- The bathroom?

Then let's go in the bathroom.

But don't tell anyone.

I'm playing with you
because you're all alone.

Ok?

Come on, sweetie.

That's a nice picture.

Thanks.

I'd never talked about it.
Shouldn't I feel better?

Revealing your secret
isn't enough to bring release.

Even the couples I counsel...

I mainly work with couples.

I have a bulimic patient, too.

In fact, why did you come to me?

Did a colleague send you? Or patients?

Not at all.

On my way to the station,
I see your name outside, so...

I walked in.

I see.

Before, I didn't think about it.

But lately, I see his face everywhere
and feel his hands.

So, yeah...

You've suffered severe trauma, miss.

Odette. My name's Odette.

Damn, where'd it go?

You told me. I didn't forget.

But miss, usually...

Odette.

Distance with the patient is essential.
First-name basis is too...

- Is the name so important?
- Yes.

Odette's the white swan in Swan Lake.

Swan Lake?

- The ballet.
- The ballet?

The dance.

I see.

- Tchaikovsky.
- I know.

Odette-Odile, yin-yang.

Black and white.

Odette. Like the dying swan.

Usually,

I treat less extreme cases.

I once cured an anorexic, but I...

Here's the name
of a more specialized colleague.

Are you joking?

I come up here,
I tell you what I've never told anyone

and you send me to some colleague?

- I'm not rejecting you.
- You're not but...

You need the right person to help you,
to feel better faster.

I won't talk to anyone else.

Alright.

I don't talk much, you know.

I dance.

Easy! Easy, girls!
Don't run.

Mrs. Le Nadant,
what about the Conservatory audition?

Registration closes soon.

We discussed it.
Not an easy decision.

It's Odette's dream
to become prima ballerina.

And her name's Odette,
like the white swan.

That's a sign!

Mothers, out you go!

There's a father, too.

Whose father are you?

Sonia's.

Usually her mother comes.

From now on, it'll be every other week.

I want Mommy!

I see... Now...

Wait, sweet pea!

Be quick this evening.
Gilbert's picking you up.

Gilbert?

Be nice. He's always giving you gifts.

Now get over to the barre.

I have the registration form.
If you agree, just fill it out.

Then decide
between boarding school or host family.

Can't we wait until the audition?

They'd be mad not to take her.
Such talent!

I'm talking to Odette's mom!
Work on the Waltz of the Flowers.

Quietly!

There, by Mr. Vincent.

Odette, come here.

It's about the audition.

What, Benjamin?

Dad says the flower dance is for girls.

Not at all!

Benjamin,

the flower

is a flower.

But in the flower

is the pistil.

The pistil?

What bees gather pollen from
to make other flowers.

- I'll be the pistil?
- You can be the pistil.

Girls, I'm the pistil!

Why'd I say that?

Why'd I say pistil?

Mrs. Le Nadant,
think it over, but fast.

What's he doing?

Mr. Vincent, stop!

Jazz class is on Friday evenings!

Ok, pumpkin, remember,
Gilbert's picking you up. Off you go.

Not that.

Not that.

- Not that...
- Not that, eh?

The panel will decide.
Now, to the barre.

Your teacher is right. You do very well.

You dance like an angel.

I know you'll be a prima ballerina.

But you'll have to work hard.

Only work pays off.

Take off your panties.

There.

Good girl.

You like that?

Of course you do.

I like it, too.

You can stroke it, too, if you want.

You know that.

I'm happy, Odette.

I'm happy.

- Thanks for picking her up.
- Sure.

- Nice wheels!
- I've wanted one for ages.

Sophie's fuming. But I work for it.

'Course you do. Come have a drink.

I'll look like a bum in my Citroën.

I like your car!

So how's it going with Nico?

He's great.
Thanks for sending him to me.

We want the best for your bar.

Stop it! It's a brasserie!

I know, I'm teasing. Gimme a beer.

It gets old fast.

Say, I heard...

Mom told me about the Conservatory.
Isn't that something!

Think mulling over it will help?

2 sessions and so much has come out.
It should soothe you.

Well, no.

Talking doesn't make it go away.

- Distance comes easier...
- What?

Nothing.

Talking is the beginning of acceptance,
of diminishing the pain.

- I'll poke you in the eye.
- What?

Then say "Odette poked my eye"
and see if the pain stops.

It won't.

You'll say I'm a bitch,
then moan for a while.

So,
you passed the Conservatory audition?

Yeah.

Mrs. Maloc went ballistic.
I got my year-end solo.

Move up!

Marie, take your place!

- Good grief.
- I'm in place.

The wrong place!

- I'm good!
- Move up.

Stop fooling around, Marie.

Stand on your mark.

On your mark!
I marked your spot with colored tape.

Stop.

Where's your tape?

Lift your foot.

There it is!

With tape on your foot,
you're in place wherever you are.

So I was in the right place.

You wear me out.
Please stop talking back.

Let's resume.

- Mrs. Le Nadant!
- Hello, Mrs. Maloc.

You must be pleased,
she made the audition.

Not everyone gets in
the National Dance Conservatory.

It'll be strange for her dad and me.

Marie, your mark isn't a prison!

Ready, petals? The wind is coming.

You're crowding the stage.

I'm in the midst of a creation!

I sound like I'm directing
the Paris ballet.

The wind comes in
and makes the petals quiver.

Bees, your places!

The flower opens,

and now Benjamin...

Solo!

I'm the pistil!

I'm the pistil!

Benjamin!

I'm not Benjamin, I'm the pistil!

Look at me.

Calm down.

Want to get some air?

No, I'm ok.

Then calm down.

You're scaring the others.

Places! Let's move on.

You ok, Benjamin?

He worries me.

His mother wants him to try
for the Conservatory.

As much as I believe in Odette,
I don't in him.

If he sheds his obsessions,
he'll go far. He has potential.

Look!

Odette's solo in the Allegory of Spring.
You'll see, it's wonderful.

Look how wonderful she is!

She's flying!

Are we insured for that?

That's not the problem.

It's normal, she's in therapy,

so she's recounting her childhood
and her good memories.

I'm scared.
I want her back down here.

Don't worry.

Fly, my dear.

Fly and don't forget
any of your good memories!

Don't forget.

Remember everything.

That's fantastic.

My little Odette.

I have a gift for you,
because I'll miss you badly.

It's the poster of Rudolf Nureyev.

It's been on the wall for 20 years.

It'll bring you good luck.

Thank you.

No snacking backstage!

Mommy!

What do you want?
I'm doing the books. Don't disturb me.

I'm sick of that music.

You leave for Paris in a week.

You still don't know what to pack?

There's plenty of time.

No, there's not.
It's practically tomorrow.

You don't realize it.
You just want to go off and dance.

Dance, dance!

That's all there is!

It'll be so empty here without you.

I made tapes for you to listen to there.

Really, Mom?

That's really nice.

My little Odette.

You can't go
with your old tapes and tape player.

- You got me a new one?
- I did.

But this all costs money.

Travel, the host family and all.

So I expect your grades
to improve this year.

- Promise?
- I promise.

Clean up your room.

What's this?

A towel over the lamp?
You'll burn the house down!

It's Gilbert's gift.
What'd you use it for?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

I don't know.

Quit saying I don't know!

Mado.

What're you yelling for?

Ask her.
Look how she treats Gilbert's gifts.

What'd she use it for? It's gross.

All sticky.

What's with the towel?

Answer!

I'm sorry, Mom.

She said she's sorry.

Now please clean up your room.

Ok?

Use it for the rest of the week.

I'm not your maid.

Why'd you do that?

I'll do a wash.

Now clean up, ok?

I love you.

That's why I help Fabrice out
at the bar.

Brasserie, please, not bar!

Sure, we're a bit selfish.

She'd be better off with you.

- Who is it?
- Gilbert.

Odette's invited to the mountains.

Hey, lazybones!

Vacation won't help
with your car payments.

You know how he is.

Tell her to clean up her room.

Your mother asked you
to clean up your room, please.

Make me out to be the meanie again.

Let me ask Fabrice. Hang on a sec.

Should they take her or not?

I don't know. Ask Odette.

No, we're her parents. We decide.

You decide all the time, me, never.
As you like.

- I don't know.
- You're so spineless!

Thanks, Gilbert. We'll keep her home.

Yes, she's leaving soon.

Thanks anyway.

Love to Sophie and the boys.

- You wanna take it?
- Yes.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Really sure?

- Didn't I say, clean your room?
- She was about to.

Why do you do that all the time?

I don't get it.

I swear. I don't get you.

I knew it.

Where's your dirty towel?

Dad's doing a wash.

Come here.

You didn't want to go with Gilbert?

No.

Well, you're going.

Odette...

Are you asleep?

No, you were pretending, weren't you?

You ok?

Relax.

Come on.

Odette.

That's it.

Ouch!

Hush!

Don't make noise.

It hurts.

No, it doesn't.

Little tickles feel good.

I'll do it more gently.

Come on, relax, Odette.

That's it.

Don't cry, Odette.

Only babies cry.

We're making progress.
It's more concrete.

You mean my death wish?

Then maybe it's too early
to be concrete.

Why whisper, doctor?

In a memory no one can hear us.

Of course. I have to get used to it.
It's an odd sensation.

You ok?

- You sure?
- Yes. So...

If I follow the timeline,
now it's Paris, dancing and fulfillment.

Fulfillment?
I'm not sure that's the word.

Why'd he keep it up?
He could tell I didn't like it.

It's rape, Odette.

Let's not stay here.

Careful.

It's kind of...

Here we are.

It sure is black.

Is there any way it could be repainted?

That's impossible.

Sorry, my daughter's away at college.

But when she comes back,
she won't want to find her room changed.

I understand,
but it'll actually be Odette's room

for the whole school year.

It will.

She can put up that poster.
That's no problem.

I'll put up my Nureyev poster.

There you go.

Want me to hang it?

Do you have thumbtacks?

Not that!

If all the lodgers
put holes in the wall!

I'll get you some sticky tack.
Be right back.

I'm sorry.

We can't afford
anything better than this.

- Will you be ok?
- I'll be ok.

We could buy some stuff nearby
to decorate.

I'll be ok. You can leave now.

Don't worry, Mr. Le Nadant.
She'll be fine.

Here.

Thanks.

We're between the Conservatory
and school.

Five minutes away.

Just remember to close the shutters
every morning when you leave.

In the middle of the day?

This isn't the best neighborhood
in Paris,

but it's not the worst, either.

Don't worry.

She's in good hands.

You be careful, though.

See you in a month?

Yes, Daddy.

I love you, sweetie.

Me too, Daddy.

Bye, sweetie.

I got a package for you.

Two days ago.

My, my,

someone's thinking of you.

I'll leave you to it. Settle in, and...

no noise.

Well, Nureyev, this is the pits.

I'm going to need your help.

I can't believe it!

It's so beautiful!

Where are we?

The Paris Opera.

Nureyev wasn't going to boost
your spirits in a black room!

Sit down and I'll dance for you!

I'll watch from up there.

Ok, Nureyev!

5, 6, 7, 8...

Out of this world!

Miss?

I had to be nuts
to imagine stuff like that!

- Where's the girl?
- Relax, I'll be right back as a kid.

We're in the fantasy of a memory, see?

I'm doing what I like.

You know,
the Opera ballet school never took me.

I don't care!

The bastards.

So this is my first and last time
on the Opera stage.

Time for revenge.

Fuck you, Opera!

Fuck you!

Odette!
Are you still with me?

Fuck you.

Go back to Mrs. Kicheff in the room.

We're off track.

I understand your pain,

your need for an imaginary friend.

Who's the fat lady?

He mean me? He can see me?

Yeah, 'cause it's not a real memory.

I said so earlier.

It's just a joke.

Don't use Nureyev to insult me.

Fat! I don't dance.

I sit on my ass all day,
so I get chubby.

Fat is fat!

Nonsense! You've got a great bod.

She's got a great bod!

- Stop it!
- I'm dancing!

Anyway...

Double twist...

Come back to a real memory.

Then I'm going back into the poster!

That's fine, thank you.

So...

My darling Odette,

I'm proud that you want to become
a prima ballerina.

I worked it out with your parents.

I'll be up next weekend.

Big hugs, Gilbert

Come on, open up.

Open up!

Hi, my name's Manu.
I live next door. There.

What's your name?

Odette.

Your old neighborhood buddy?

Not my neighborhood buddy,

my best friend.

He's always been there for me.

He was your drug dealer too, right?

When I needed it.

But I went for it on my own,
I went down alone.

So what?

Is it your little brother's?

How am I supposed to make deliveries?

Cut it out!
You change jobs every week.

I cart you around all week,
lay off about my bike.

- I'm your wheels.
- Next week on skates!

Skates! Triple flips in your face.

I'll buy you a drink.

- That's cool.
- I'm a gentleman.

You got money?

- Me? Money?
- Yeah.

As usual, not a cent.

We'll do a coffee-split.

I'm not running. My legs ache.

- You're faster than me.
- No can do.

Someday I'll have cash and take you out.

Cash from dealing? Still?

Tell the world!

I'm not, but it bugs me.

It's not for life. I'm no clown.

So long, I've heard enough.

- You serious?
- Yeah, I'm serious.

You serious?

Don't be a ballbuster!

Shit!

Wait up.

When I'm a rap star,
I'll take you to the States.

Hey, Nour, Abdel. Still hangin'?

About time!

Yeah. There's no rush.

Beat it, dickhead!

Pass it around.

He thinks he owns the street.

We're chillin'.

That's weed! Where'd you cop it?

Amsterdam. We went last weekend.

Got some heavy duty dope.

What'd you get?

Check it out.

This.

Don't let the cops catch you with it.
It's H.

That's hard stuff.

If you shoot up.

Smoke or sniff it,
it just gets you happy.

That's not for me.

But with all your freakouts,
when even hash does nothing,

lemme tell ya,

H will get you happy.

You'll dance like mad
with all those fancy-pants.

Try it.

She's got a real life,
not like us losers.

Back off.

If you try, I will.

Ok, let's do it.

Nothing to lose.
Damn wind.

Are we wild or what?

There we are. That's it!

That's it.

Did you feel the emotion there?

- Very powerful.
- Thanks.

I don't say it often.

That's so nice to hear.

Emotionally, you gave us something...

Real emotion.
No technique but real emotion.

- There was no technique?
- None at all.

But what I wanted here

was emotion. And I got it.

It was there.

That's what I want during this workshop.

I'm not talking about technique.

That was unstructured.

There's some, but after four years
there could be more.

In five, no harm in dreaming,
we might get emotion and technique.

But I wanted you to dance
a state of being.

The state Odette presented to us...

Cut that out. It really bugs me.

You performed
the state of a little girl.

- That's right.
- That's it?

It's a state of suffering.

Right. A little girl suffering.

And the suffering of the little girl

is the Holocaust.

What?

Did you start from
a family narrative or rather...

- Not at all. It's...
- Sorry.

We don't want to know.

Sorry, I'm not here to ask questions.

You represented an emotion.
It was very present.

I said I'd rather not...

You can talk about it later
with your classmates.

Do you know your name?

Odette Le Nadant.

This is post-traumatic amnesia.

Often camp survivors
withdrew into silence like that.

But it can repeat over generations.

You know you're Jewish?

No, I'm from Brittany.

That's it.

There were few Breton Jews,
and few survived.

We better grasp the suffering.

Thank you, Odette,
for sharing this moment.

Time's almost up.

If someone else wants to, but quickly.

Benjamin.

Morning.

Blossoming.

Petals.

Benjamin, stop.

Pistil!

Benjamin, enough.
Anyway, time's up.

You can go.
See you next week.

Odette, no. Stay.

I need to talk to you. Come here.

Your dance is intense. Very powerful.

But...

you need to come out of the fog.

Have you talked to someone?

I have nothing to say.

Don't you want to talk to someone?

I don't know what you mean.
Can I go?

Thank you.
I thought it'd never end.

I heard that.

Seems this session upset you less.

My feelings don't matter.

I just told you how I got into drugs.

No biggy.

We're making progress.

We are.

It's already 6:05 p.m.

Is an obese guy up next?

You can't judge suffering.

Just kidding.

It doesn't show,

but I like to joke.

Maybe you know this one:

Two Lacanians meet.

The first says hi, but right off
he's afraid he's said too much.

The other one is bothered too,
he's not sure how to take the "hi."

We'll set a date for next week.

I don't think so.

It's not the joke. It's just that

I feel better.

Much better.
And I just passed an audition.

I got the job,
and I'll be touring abroad for a year.

It'll help me set my past aside.

And when you come back?

My past will have forgotten me.

Alright.

Anyway, thanks a lot.
You're the first to listen to me.

Happy trails, Odette.
I'm here if you need me.

- I went to the Conservatory.
- You did?

I can't get used to
that bush on your head.

Cut it out, girls.

- It's the fabulous eruption of nature.
- Same old story.

All this intensive training
to do The Magic Tree.

Come off it!
You're the tree in the title!

Cut it out or go back with the guys.

No! They're having a water fight.
So childish.

What a mess. I can't get it right.

- No kidding.
- Thanks.

Can you help me?

I see what you mean.

Great fix-up!

Mama's been on the road 18 years.

Seriously? How old are you?

Wouldn't you like to know. Top secret!

You look so young.

In absolute terms, she is.
But a dancer at 40 is near the end.

That's mean.

My knees are shot. Maybe I should quit.
Over to you.

I know I'm old 'cause my 15-year-old
just got her period.

It's normal to get it at 15.

I got it at that age. Late.

But she'll always be my baby.

Enough gross talk.
I'll join the water fight.

- You do that.
- Enjoy the water fight.

What're you doing?

What's the blood from?

My baby, you got your period?

My little darling!

My pumpkin, it's your period.

Incredible!

Amazing. You're so little.

Hardly 10 years old.

No hair, no breasts. I can't believe it.

I got my period very late, at 17 or 18.

It's weird you got it so soon.

Must be the bottled water.

Mineral water.
I saw a program about it.

It develops progesterone
and brings on puberty.

Do you know what that means?

No? You don't understand?

I'll never get this out.

When you wash panties with blood stains,
always use cold water.

Hot water sets the stain.

Now I can't do anything.

It's ok. But you should've told me.

It's normal to grow up
and become a woman.

My baby's a woman now.

It feels odd.

It makes me feel odd.

I'm throwing it out.

Mom, I have to tell you...

We'll see a gynecologist.

- No!
- You don't want to?

Usually you do, with your first period,
but if you're not ready, we'll wait.

We'll get sanitary napkins
so you don't stain your panties.

Not a word to Daddy.

Wash your hands. Let's go.

Are you little bunnies or what?

Oh, it's not Sylvain.

Lola, don't tell Sylvain.

We took 'shrooms.
So we're goofing off.

Hilarious!

Doesn't it suit you that Sylvain's free?

You creep!

- You ok?
- Yeah, and you?

Who's that? He's not in the troupe.

The hotel watchman.

Now what?

I'm yours tonight if you want.

Lay off.
It won't change your life.

Guess who?

I didn't know
you were in The Ten Commandments.

I'm not, we're doing Aladdin.

We'll party like crazy.

Coke!

Old biddy.

I'm not old, I'm mature.

You going like that?

Argentina. Beach. Caipirinhas...

It's winter in the southern hemisphere.

Go on instead of pushing! Move!

Clingy bitch.

- What's with you?
- What a letdown.

Go on, beat it!

Just like the rest of 'em. Beat it!

Shut up. I'll slap you.

Beat it. Fuck you all!

Shut up! We're going.

What're you doing?
You're dressed for Romeo and Juliet.

Now's Ten Commandments.

Cue it up.

Two shows, one production.
I was bound to screw up.

She's in the wrong costume.

So what. I'm sure some Capulets
crossed the Red Sea.

I sleep in the truck.

No sleeping!

Let's decide never to sleep.

Bop until you drop!

You ok?

Everyone out!

Wait for me.

- Where are we?
- Roubaix, Dracula.

Great.

Lola, let's party tonight!

No, I've got friends.

It's been so long.
We're back in Paris.

Don't you have friends?

All gone.
I've been on the road four years.

You sure it's the tour, not the dope?

You done, Mom?

It's salutary
to talk about what happened.

You have to accept, even admit it.

Admit what? I'm innocent.

Sorry, you're right.
That's the wrong word.

I mean, reveal it. Say it.

Say it to who?

- My parents?
- Yes, for instance.

You're not for real.

Take my place on the couch.

You think I'd destroy their lives?

Miguié's their best friend.

Still today?

Miguié is still in your life?

They're in the same street:
his pastry shop, my parents' bar.

A brasserie, rather.

In small towns
those things are hushed up.

You mean you still see him?

Since I've grown up

he's lost interest in me.

Man, I knew it!

I've always known it.

If it happened today,
I'd waste the motherfucker.

If someone touched one of my kids,
I'd smoke him.

Want me to smoke him?
Want me to?

I'll smoke him. Now I can.

Back then I was too little.
I'll smoke him!

Hey, brodie!

I'm ok now.

I'm alright.

- I'm fine.
- Right, you're fine.

Is that why you bawl
every time you're wasted? Gimme a break.

- It's not something that goes away.
- I know. I'm ok, brodie.

I know, I know.

You're super late!

The ladies are cute!

You're too much of a hunk for them.

I dig your dancing, girl!
I swear.

- I swear, we're hittin' the US.
- And how!

We'll go krumping in L.A.!

- Go what?
- The dance of anger.

Homegirl, I'm here for you.

Delighted to see you.
Follow me.

I'm Luce, Jacky's coworker.
He's the warehouse manager.

Did they explain?
It's for his send-off. He loves rugby.

We figured that a little dance

with 3 pretty girls in rugby getup
would be a great extra.

There's another gift?

We got two tickets
to the big game.

So we called...

- Lola.
- Oh, that's you.

You did the Christmas tree last year.

That's right.

I loved it!

Good thing I hang on to contacts.

If you want to freshen up afterward.

It's a surprise, so lie low.
Jacky's having coffee.

We're getting the aisle ready.

See you in 5.
I'll cue the music.

This way. Ok?

The idea is to dance, have a laugh.

Rub up to him, embarrass him a little.

- Don't worry, we know the ropes.
- See you later. Can't wait!

Man, how low can you go?

You're at the Convention Center
all week, c'mon!

Life's a dream.

Let's just get it over with.

It could be a riot.

Who has wipes?

What a trainwreck.

- Here.
- Thanks.

I'll take this in case we break a sweat.

That's crazy.
I had towels like this as a kid.

Forgot my deodorant.

Miguié wiped himself with it
after raping me.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to say that here like that.

It's not the right time.

You ready?

If you are,
see you in the central aisle.

Right.

Now a lot makes sense.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't...

I'm ok.

Seriously,
I'm not starving in the street.

I'm ok, Lola.

Want to...

No, go on. I'll be right there.

Go on.

It's coming out.

That's a step.

I said it in my memory
but, in real life, I didn't say it.

- Yep.
- I see.

Now it has to come out in real life.

But we're making progress.

Acceptance in storytelling
is already a step.

Shit! Sorry.

Damn!

- What's wrong?
- A dumb fall.

Never mind, keep going.
For Jacky.

- What happened?
- I fell. I jumped over...

- We're not insured.
- I won't sue.

I say that because it's under the table.

- I'll still pay you.
- That's not the problem.

It's a dumb fall. I'm ok.

Miss? I'm an osteopath.
Shall I look at your ankle?

An osteopath at Jacky's send-off?

The osteo is Jacky's son.
That's why I'm here. Otherwise...

And I'm supposed to take him
to the stadium. Jackpot.

Sorry. May I have a look?
Take off your shoe.

Could you get some ice, please?

Try the fish section.

I'll get the ice.

I'll get our moola.

Doesn't look too bad.

Careful, because it...

Try not to move.

The talus is pressing on the calcaneum.

You can say "heel."

- You know anatomy?
- I studied it.

Your thumb's hurting me.

I'll manipulate it.

You jerk!

You've injured your ankle before.

Well, I'm a dancer. It'll pass.

Ankle injuries
indicate trouble going forward.

So you're a guru?

I practice Chinese medicine.

It focuses on the mental state.

And here,

if I do

this?

It hurts a little.

- Champagne?
- No thanks.

- You sure?
- Yes.

- Any shoulder pain?
- Often. The right one.

I treat disturbed children
and they have the same pains.

- It's much better.
- What?

Ice and arnica will do the trick.
Thanks.

I've annoyed you.

No, well yes. You're being formal.

I'm not an old lady,
so loosen up.

Time for introductions
now that I know you've got issues.

Lenny. Sorry.

Odette.

Odette like in Swan Lake?

You know it?

- It's well known.
- Sure, but...

- Nice work. It's better.
- Easy, though.

- I'll strap it tonight and, Bam!
- A strap?

I'm dancing.

What do I owe?

- Nothing. Don't be silly.
- I dunno, I...

Wanna see the show tonight?
It's on me.

Sure.

Convention Center.
It's a musical. No big deal.

- 9 p.m.
- Porte Maillot.

I'll get you a comp.
We'll go for drinks.

It's better like that.

It hurts less.

Hi!

- How goes it?
- Great.

And you?

- Your ankle and all?
- Much better.

- You like it?
- Yeah, great.

The gang I dance with every evening.

I'm Lenny. Nice to meet you.

He didn't like it.

- That's not true, on the contrary.
- I can tell.

You were wonderful.
I'm just used to more intimist pieces.

It's ok.

- See you tomorrow?
- Yep.

I'll call you. Catch you later.

Bye.

A real pal.

To your place?

I'm taking you out.

You don't want to do me?

Do you a French kiss?

Sure, if you want. I mean, fuck me.

Yes, no. I don't know.
I figured we could...

We're free to do what we like.
But I thought we'd get acquainted first.

- You a virgin?
- Sure, totally a virgin.

I can coach you.

No, not at all.

I just have some respect.
Like, some esteem.

Romantic comedy style,
like Pretty Woman.

No.

That's not my thing. You can tell:

I'm not very pretty,
a pain, a bit vulgar...

That's true.

Thanks.

- You want compliments, I'll give them.
- Bring 'em on.

Odette,
I'm not sure if I'm attracted to you.

I don't want to offend you.

But you exude a kind of energy
that appeals to me.

- So you're a nice guy.
- Rather nice.

Definitely too nice to pass by.

Shall we go eat?

Yes, I'm hungry.

Ok, bitches.
Settle down. Stop yelling.

Listen to Jordan.
I know,

I'm fabulicious.

You're here for the clip of the year.

Ok? A rapper arrives in a factory
by Porsche,

but the mechanics are chicks
in shorts and thongs welding.

You're welding away, girls.

- What's your name?
- Odette.

No way!

Your mother sure dissed you!

Now, sell me your vision of sexy.

I want pussy, tits and ass.
I want sex.

I want it to reek of sex.
Can you do that?

I'll try.

Come here. Show me.

That's pathetic! Was I not clear?

Who'll get stiff with that?

Are you jerking me around?

Dance me pussy.

I don't want to.
That's a whore dance.

Lemme explain.
I give the orders. Dance me a whore.

I won't. I'm leaving.

Get lost.

I'm gone too.
You got no respect.

- You're useless.
- Yeah, right.

Get lost!

These ladies who won't play whore today
wear me out.

You'd have been blown away.
The worst casting call.

The guy treated us like shit.

A total woman-hater. I swear.

As if sex makes the world go round.

Reminds me of when we met.
Sex, sex!

Sex.

- You got home late.
- Yeah... No.

We had a drink after the show
and it lasted.

A drink?

You slept in your clothes.

If you'd called, I'd have joined you.

You're too serious.
You hate to party.

Right.

I'm just in love
with a druggie alcoholic.

You being funny?

Of course I am.

- Don't take it badly.
- It's ok.

But why do it to yourself?

No reason.

There's an audition
for a British company I like. BB5.

They want a girl.

- No discussion?
- There's nothing to discuss.

You duck out, as usual.

Then just go.
Want some coffee?

Yes, please. Strong.

It's an eight-month world tour.
In a year.

I dunno.

- I can't plan that far.
- We're happy. I don't plan either.

I like being with you.

What'd you just say?

I like being with you.

What'd you say?

I like being with you.

Careful, Odette.
That means "I love you."

Of course I love you.

What do I do for the audition?
Do I go or not?

Well, I think...

You should do it. That's all.

If you make it, we'll see.

- Since we love each other.
- Sure we do.

But I need you.

I have to send a video.

It's a duo... about passion.

I want to do it with you.

That's absolutely impossible.

No, it's not.

- It's not about dance.
- I can't dance.

It's about emotion.

- Trust me. Come on.
- I won't dance.

It's about feeling.
Nothing technical. Please.

- I'll make you look bad.
- Not at all. It'll be great.

What if we rethought the essentials:
Insurance

means children,
health, home, car, property.

In short, life.
5 elements toward one goal: Serenity.

Serenity is a comprehensive package
for the whole family.

Serenity, so that life
doesn't stop where it starts.

Sure I told you.
I saw it at Brigitte's on TV.

What an embarrassment.

She could do better,
but it's not embarrassing.

Honestly, Fabrice,

when you think of the sacrifices
we made for her.

All that to shoot lousy commercials.

Honestly, admit it.

Ok, but no remarks this evening.

Ok?

We haven't seen her in months.
And she's with her sweetheart.

Lenny's really very nice.
I find him very nice.

We don't know him.
We just saw him once for your hip.

He didn't cut us a break.

I'm the one who insisted on paying.
He wanted to do it for free.

He plays the nobleman, on top of it.
Honestly!

Hi there.

Sorry, it took forever to park.

This neighborhood's a nightmare!

Nothing closer?

To your place or Lenny's?

Must be for the restaurant.

I had a look at the menu.
A very fine choice.

The restaurant's a bit kitsch,
but excellent.

We're exploring the neighborhood.

We're moving in together.

- You are?
- Yep.

- You didn't tell them?
- No time.

I was going to.

Anyway, that's great news.
Great news.

Bye-bye creepy maid's room.

Thanks, Dad.

Champagne!

I'd picked out
a very special red wine...

That's fine. It was just...

That's fine.

As you like. We can have champagne.

No, really.

What is it?

A Burgundy from Naudin-Ferrand 2004.

I'll pour.

- Taste it, Fabrice?
- Gladly.

Very nice.

Very good choice. You treat us right.

I don't know.

Fabrice said champagne,
so now I want champagne.

- Mom!
- The wine's excellent. Taste.

Really.

No worries, Mado...
May I call you Mado?

Sure.

We'll get the champagne.

No, it's our treat this evening.
No choice in the matter.

That's very kind.

We saw you in the commercial.

Which one?

You've done others?

I need money
so I've done several lately.

- Can't you do anything else?
- I do what I can.

Gotta eat!

Exactly.

We said we'd have
a nice evening, ladies. No...

Ok?

Of course.

We can discuss things.

I just mean, well...

We're glad to be together.

We'll spend a nice evening.
I'm really glad to see you.

So what brings you to Paris?

Our dear friends the Miguiés

had a weekend getaway planned
in a little hotel

and we decided to join them.

A five-star hotel.
No point being shy about it.

Gilbert...

Miguié always finds great deals.

- You go back a long way?
- We're lifelong friends.

Odette, you could call them
now and then.

They pampered you
while we worked like dogs.

Give them a call.

So I say "santé."

Yes.

- To your new life.
- Thank you.

Cheers.

Here's to your commercials
and rap videos.

- Thanks a lot, Mom.
- I'm kidding.

But you're very talented,
so when I see you in such rubbish,

it breaks my heart.

I'm just saying. No big deal!

Look at this.

- What is it?
- Crap.

Just kidding.

- Girls, really.
- I'm kidding.

You're going to work with BB5?

Well, I made the company,
but I'm undecided.

What? You can't turn it down.

I don't know.

- You were accepted?
- Yes.

But it's in 6 months
and it's for 1 year.

- I'm not sure.
- You didn't tell me.

No, sorry. I was planning to.

It's a huge company.
And you've always wanted this.

It's Odette's decision.

Wonderful news, regardless.

Especially if she doesn't go.

I'm proud to have made it in.

I'm happy, even if I don't do it.

Excuse me, smoking is prohibited.

- Would you join me?
- Sure.

Be right back.

I'm very proud.
It's quite an achievement.

Thank you.

She hadn't told me.

How long have you known?

- Two weeks.
- Jeez!

You've been pretending for 2 weeks?

That's not how it is.

First of all, it was an awful way
to learn the news.

And going to auditions is my job.

I know that.

I know that.
That's not what hurts.

I'm hurt because you didn't tell me.

I did the video.
I looked like an ass.

Not at all! It was lovely.

And now I'm invisible,
I'm kept in the dark.

That's not true. It's just that...

Can't we talk about something else
after that shitshow?

You said that right.
Is your mother always like that?

- Don't get me started.
- She's insufferable.

I just didn't want to worry you.
That's all.

It's just that...

by hiding things you could lose me.

Lose you?

No, I mean...

You're telling me I could lose you?

I thought we were stronger than that.

- Cut it out.
- I don't understand...

I'm telling you
I'm not sure I want the gig...

because I love you
and you don't get it!

Cut it out.

What the hell?

You don't get it!

Cut it out!

Look at me, I'm a nutjob!

Before you,
dancing was everything to me.

I would've left without thinking twice!

I'm not doing it because I love you!

- You don't get it!
- I love you too.

Cut it out, dammit!

Cut it out.

Look what you're making me do!

Look at you, we're the same.
The same violence.

It was a delusion.

Your idea of happiness,
your la-la land.

You're a liar.

Come on,
let's go home and make love.

No, that's enough.

I don't want this. I'm tired.

I'm tired of putting up with all this.

What? Come on.

I'm sick of wondering
if you'll be there when I wake up.

If you'll want me.

If you'll slink home trashed
when we had a date.

I'm sick of you disappearing for days.

I'm sick of...

I'm on hold.

Since I met you, I've been on hold.

I've been holding my breath.

It's not what I want.

No, it's not how I want to live.

- I don't want all this.
- You can't...

It's been months.
I thought you were doing well.

I don't understand.

You'd made headway
processing the pain.

Love knocks on your door
and you freeze.

I couldn't tell the man I love
I was raped as a child.

- He would've bolted.
- You're wrong.

Well, he's gone anyway.

- Someone who loves you can hear it.
- In your fairy tales.

In real life, that's not how it works.

So what happens next?

I get some air.

Manu, hightail it!

Straight to our fucking
childhood dreams!

Odette, ease up on the fantasy world.

What the fuck is this?

We were in Paris...
How'd we end up in the States?

It's our childhood dream.

But we never left!

Just go with it.

The fucking States!

Man, this truck is sick!

What the fuck?

Check it out. It's the krumpers.

Wait, that's the krumping
you keep going on about?

Scary. Look at that scary dude!

Come on.

Who's watching the scooter?

I don't have a lock. Seriously.

I'm so proud of you.

You blow my mind.

Know what?
I'm so proud, the beer's on me.

I knew you were a gentleman.

You made my vision blur.

Straight up blur! It's nuts.

Come on, you earned a beer.

Yo, barman!

What're you doing?

Hey, you're in the men's!

We're just chatting,
screw gender borders.

"California Love!"

Don't wash your hands, dirty pig!

Nasty. That's gross.

God I missed you, Manu.

Stop saying that, I'm here!

No, you're not.
I'm talking to my shrink.

It's a memory
where you shoulda been around,

so I'm telling it as if you were.

I'm fantasizing my memory.

Yeah, if we were stoned,
it would be a bad trip.

What's this about a shrink?

I'm telling a shrink my life story.

So you come up,
since you're my homie.

But she doesn't understand
a word of your slang.

Does that mean you make me sound
like ghetto trash?

I tell her all the bad shit.
She deserves a good laugh.

True, you've had a rough ride.
A laugh's in order.

But I don't get what's so funny.

Your mug, your style...

You, our trip.

Are you for real?

Why? Chill out.

What do you tell her? You chill.

Don't get your boxers in a bunch.

Where's your shrink?

Where?

I'm still in the waiting room. Easy!

Are you fucking with me?

I'm taking a piss...

- It's a concept.
- Where is she?

I swear you're fucking with me!

- I'd never do that.
- A fucking shrink!

Keep it down!

Ok, I remember.

This is my life.

- I'm in here?
- Yeah.

- Don't you like your life?
- I do.

So you got a raw deal as a kid,
but it made you a fighter.

I know,
but I can't get it out of my head.

Then don't try!

Work around it.

It's only a memory.

A fucking memory shouldn't eat at you.

Know what would be cool?

Going back to our childhood dream.

Ok, Lopez, time's up.
Back to your cell.

Let's go.

You took me to the States.

Can't you switch ugly Rob for me?

See ya, sis.

Is that better?

Say what?

Is it!

I love psychoanalysis.

Gimme some skin.

- Take care.
- You too.

Gilbert's unbelievable.

He sure is close to your daughter.

He's nice to her, yeah.

He gives her a lot of attention.

It'd make me uncomfortable.

Are you drunk?

No.

So what?

A guy with 3 boys
wishes he had a daughter.

Of course, Odette...

She's such a cutie.

That said,

your wife seems partial to him.
I'd watch out.

You're right. Hold my rum.

I'm diving in.

Come here, sweetie.

Dry off.

You're cold. You stayed in too long.

- You ok?
- I'm a bit cold.

Can I go read in my room?

'Course you can.

Odette, dry off your feet!

Before you go inside.

Hey, sweet pea.

We don't have much time for tickles.

What are you doing here?

Nothing, she was alone
so I came to keep her company.

Right, Odette?

Are you ok, sweetie?

What's this about tickles?

What's that about?

She wanted to play
with her stuffed animals,

so we played tickles.

Don't touch my daughter!

Touch her and I'll kill you!

You hear me? I'll kill you!

Odette, tell him!

You're daydreaming.

Come on, we have to hurry.

My daddy is coming.

No, he's not. He's by the pool.

- We have to hurry.
- No.

No?

I thought you liked tickles.

You would have told me otherwise.

I'm disappointed.

You hurt my feelings.

I'm sad.

Come on.

It'll be quick.

Let's hurry.

- Your parents were oblivious?
- You don't distrust close friends.

We spend more time listing episodes
of my life, instead of...

digging deeper. It's nuts.

For lack of continuity.
You've been coming on and off for years.

Alright already, I needed air.

You needed air 5 years ago!

2 years ago and last year!

Is this shrink's tactics?

No, it's me.

I'm worried!

These pages are you!
An utter mess!

Hey, snap out of it.

Seriously, take a Valium.

Sorry, it's not professional,
but too bad.

Don't. It's confidential.

I've never seen you so worked up.

I can't keep the distance at all.

Helping you is a difficult task.

If you don't want to get better,
I can't help you.

- Get better how, ma'am?
- Cut the "ma'am"!

Talk to your parents.

- Take him to court.
- Time's up.

I have to run. I'm seeing my folks
this weekend. It's been ages.

Let me scoot the couch back.

Everything's picture perfect.

Bye. See you around.

Hiya!

Sweetie!

- I rang at the door.
- Sorry. We were talking.

Here's your dad.

Sweetie!

Hey, it's Odette.

Have you met?

Fabrice and Mado's daughter.

The dancer.

Exactly.
Let me introduce you.

- What are you drinking?
- Whatever you have.

- Gilbert's here, too.
- Hi, Odette.

How are you?

It's been ages.

- Let me take your bag.
- Thanks, Mom.

How are you?

It's been at least 15 years.

This is Clémentine, my wife.

Guillaume's a dad now.

Meet the twins.
Marianne and Virginie.

Watch her foot.

It's great being a grandma.

Being a grandfather is another story.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

- We were close.
- I was blocked.

I don't know why I couldn't say it.

But that's not the point.

Yes, it is.

Had you told us, it would have stopped.

It isn't easy.

It isn't easy?

Dammit, is that all you can say?

He rapes my daughter.

He comes here as a brother for years,

we trust him and he rapes my daughter!

He rapes my daughter under my nose!

He's living his life
as if nothing happened.

He comes over for dinner, no problem.

Weekend getaways, vacations...

He comes for coffee every morning
at the brasserie.

He thinks of me as a friend
and he rapes my daughter!

Alright already, cool it.

Let's not rush to conclusions.

I can't see him as a pedophile.

Why would he need it?
He's handsome, successful...

He's not the perverted type.
I'm baffled.

Ok, then.
What's a pedophile look like?

How do they walk?
How do they dress?

Do you have any idea?

No. You don't.

It could be anyone.

That's why I got hoodwinked!

Are you sure?

Drop it, it's fine.

I should've shut up.

We believe you.

Of course, we believe you.

There's no harm in discussing it.

But we believe you.

But since he was very close to you,
maybe you...

But what?

Maybe what?

Develop your idea.
Say what's on your mind.

Since you were little,
maybe you interpreted...

Are you fucking joking?

You think I'm lying?

Did I say that?

You're insinuating it. I'm not lying!

- Can we discuss this?
- No!

You're accusing me of lying!

Of lying!

I'm only saying
it's a very serious accusation.

I know that.
I'm not making it up!

What's serious is what he did.
Do we agree?

All those gifts, I was dumb and blind.

There's no imagining
something like that.

We have to settle this
among ourselves.

Let's go talk to Gilbert.

I'm gonna kill him.

Don't be silly.

I'm gonna kill him.

We get the picture, Fabrice. Sure.

Just what we needed.

Think what people...

What will people say?

And me?

Me!

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I have to hide behind those words,
otherwise I'll kill him.

I don't know what else to say.
Forgive me.

I love you so much.

My life is behind me now.

You know that, right?

But yours lies ahead.

Straight ahead.

In your head,
hear me asking for forgiveness.

It has to echo through your whole life.

Know that your father said
he'd always be with you.

I'll always be with you.

Go on now. I love you.

Thank you, Dad.

What do we do? What do we say?

We ask for forgiveness.

Have a seat.

Over here.

What's the complaint for?

You're nutty.

Sexual assault.

Tuna?

Butter and ham.

When did the sexual assault occur?

Mom!

He has a record.

It's been over 20 years.

The door!

He was the kids' judo coach
on Saturdays.

- A case of pedophilia?
- Correct.

His name is Gilbert Miguié.

- Done.
- Yeah.

It wasn't a question.

It's an observation.

Sending someone to the slaughterhouse
is pretty grim.

The slaughterhouse?

- I filed a complaint.
- Yeah?

I heard them.

"Miguié's a goner."

You call that a complaint?

I call it a bullfight.

He's a repeat offender.

There were other reports but...

there wasn't penetration
for the others.

Listen to me.

Spare me the details.

We'll hear them during the trial,
and frankly I'm not ready.

He has to be tried.
Don't you think...

Mom?

Have you thought about the twins?

- Have you?
- And Sophie?

Have you thought about her?

The pedophile granny.
Thought of that?

After something like this

you think she'll have her grandkids
during vacation?

And Guillaume's wife...

What will she say about her husband?
Maybe he's like his dad?

Maybe pedophilia's genetic?

Did you think about that? No.

Mom, I can't do it alone. I need you.

I need your love now. I need you.

You need our love?

Really?

You dropped us for dance.

You come back to dazzle us
with your conquests and travels.

You get waited on.
Enjoy mom's home cooking.

An occasional weekend by the pool,
all expenses paid.

With your batteries recharged,
you leave again.

And now you're telling me
you need our love?

Two morons
who didn't see a damn thing.

Fuck.

Miguié lent us money.

People will think we sold you.

- That you were our little whore.
- Stop it.

It's about time! Where are you?

No, Odette's fine. Wait for me.

Why'd you park there?

You're not far
but you're not where you should be.

Odette's not coming with us.

Yes, I'm coming!

Hi, it's Odette.

I know it's been ages.

I kept lacking the courage to call.

I'm not at home...

I'm at my parent's.
The police station actually.

I need you.

The music and arrival are details.

Now, to the heart of the matter.
Come on!

Yeah, I know.

Miss Miguié, you are here to testify
against your brother.

As you know,

your complaint is beyond

the statute of limitations
for sexual abuse

which is set at 20 years
after legal majority.

However, the public prosecutor
wishes to hear you.

You shall now take oath.

"I solemnly swear..."

"to tell the truth,

"the whole truth

"and nothing but the truth."

Raise your right hand
and say "I swear."

I swear.

- We're listening, ma'am.
- Miss Miguié.

I've never had a love life.

I can't.

He took everything.

Do you know that, Gilbert?

My body, my self-esteem.

My life.

Look at me.

I was 12 years old!

12 years old.

You buttfucked me.

I was 12 when you buttfucked me!

- Pedophile!
- Statute of limitations.

Corruption of a minor rather.

Raping an adolescent is ok?
He buttfucked his sister!

Miss Miguié...

Forgive my language.

Please continue.

What about you? Didn't you notice?

20 years of marriage
and you saw nothing?

None of his victims?

I guess his money
kept your mouth shut.

The pain won't stop, Gilbert.

I still feel you climbing on top of me.

When I fall asleep, when I wake up.

You're there on top of me.

You stole my life.

You took it all.

What's the statute of limitations
for my nightmares?

I never forced the girl.

She never said a word.

You can't force people.

If they don't want to,
they just don't.

She was consenting.

She liked it, she...

You took off your panties.

She took them off so...

She offered herself.

What was I supposed to do? Refuse?

Doesn't make sense.

Little girl
To and fro you sway

When you dance
Your dress twirls away

Such a quiet little girl

As your makeup is wiped away

Little girl, daughter of mine

Tattooed with my private woes

Nightmares forever
Stabbing me in my sleep

Midnight the drums will soon beat

I want

to hear

why you're no longer here

No, Mom,

I'm not inventing my pain to feel alive.
Why are you here?

Sweetie, this lady needed to hear
someone else's version.

And I don't see why
you're still seeing a shrink.

Gilbert got 7 years.
What more do you want?

I want us to rebuild.

There's nothing to rebuild.

All we can do is assess the damage.

Your father

is racked with remorse.

As for me...

- May I smoke?
- Yes, by that window.

Mrs. Le Nadant,

you're here to reestablish
communication with your daughter.

You came all the way here.
It's quite a step.

It shows you're open to dialogue.

I'm here, like every year,
for the Brewers Fair.

Odette insisted I come.

Mom, I really need us to talk.

Really. Listen to me.

Leave me alone!

How long do you intend
to badger me with this?

All because of a few fingers
in the snatch!

Do you have any idea
what I've been through?

Get off my ass!

Lying in court just to hurt me.

How far will you go?

How far?

Are you finished?

You know what I was hoping?

That you'd hug me
and tell me you were sorry.

That's all.

The little girl I once was,
we abandoned her.

To you, some pains aren't worth it.

But Mom, it's not your pain. It's mine.

So you can say I lied,
that it's not true or not important.

I don't care
because I know what I went through.

And now, I want it out in the open.

I won't be a living dead person.
Do you see?

Can you understand that?

Sorry, doctor, I'm done here.

Thank you.

Are you drawing?

Yes.

You like to draw?

Yes, I love it.

You're so pretty.

I'd forgotten how pretty you were.

You know me?

I knew you well, yes.

What's your name?

Odette.

Me too.

- Like the white swan...
- In Swan Lake.

When I grow up,
I'll be a prima ballerina.

You know,
there are many different paths.

But you'll grow up to be a good person.

I promise.

I want to ask you something.

Would you come with me?

Yes, I've been alone for a long time.

I know.

I know, sweetie. Forgive me.

Forgive me for abandoning you
all these years. It wasn't your fault.

You were totally innocent.

We'll always be together now.

Let's go?

LITTLE TICKLES

to our children...

According to the Council of Europe,

1 out of 5 children
undergoes sexual assault.

700 die of child abuse
each year in France.

Subtitles:
Cynthia Schoch & Mariette Kelley