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"YOU ARE ALL IN GOOD HEALTH, BUT YOU CANNOT IMAGINE

THE SUPREME HAPPINESS AN EPILEPTIC FEELS

IN THE MOMENTS BEFORE A FIT.

I WOULD GIVE PERHAPS MY WHOLE LIFE

IN EXCHANGE FOR A FEW SECONDS OF THAT FELICITY." – FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

You are about to see old images

of the Middle Ages.

The big witch hunt we will discuss

is one of the major catastrophes

in man's history.

To try and understand it,

we must bear in mind

that it took place

in a dark age of our history,

both spiritually and materially.

The genuine fear of hell

weighed constantly on people's minds.

Let's take a look at the women

burned at the stake.

"WE FILMMAKERS HAVE A BIG RESPONSIBILITY.

IT IS UP TO US TO RAISE THE FILM

FROM AN INDUSTRY TO AN ART FORM." – CARL THEODOR DREYER

Save me from the stake, or else...

Burn the witch!

You will go with the devil.

Hypocrite!

Liar!

"TO MAKE THE WONDERFUL IMAGE IN DAY OF WRATH

OF THE WITCH WHO LANDS ON THE BONFIRE,

THE ACTRESS WAS ON TOP OF HER LADDER FOR TWO HOURS.

IT'S NO WONDER HER FACE BORE A REAL EXPRESSION OF HORROR." – LA REVUE DU CINÉMA

Can we stop that hell?

Have you been burned

at the stake?

- Like we'll do later.

- No.

- It's classy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah!

- Have you?

Sure.

I think it rocks.

It's so chic.

You're queen of the village.

Really!

It's then or never.

Either you've been

a beauty queen

or burned at the stake.

So, since I've never been

Miss France,

sometimes I say

I'm Miss Dreux.

Miss Dreux is chic.

KINGDOM OF FRANCE

YEAR 2019

But the most

beautiful death,

the most...

is Christ.

You know, I go to church, you believe or not, up to you.

I respect people,

who cares!

But it's pretty classy!

Really, whoever

scripted the Passion...

Oh, yeah!

We learned a new word

today – "sexocide".

Sexocide:

the genocide of witches.

Because they're women.

Did you...?

Let's see your ears.

Do you have it?

Fuck!

We've got the witch sign.

That too, you know...

Having your earlobe cut

was a sign of recognition

for witches.

Outside, easy to see.

Women got burned for that.

You don't have it.

But you do have

pierced ears.

I'm Top Witch!

Fuck!

Redheads, witches...

And that too...

One thing

was really horrible

when I played a witch.

To check

you were really a witch,

they dunked you in water.

If you drowned,

you weren't a witch.

So we did that.

Except the witches

were naked

and you're filming

in an Italian village

with loads of guys

dressed Medieval

to look the part,

because that's when

the film was set.

You climb a mountain,

naked.

With 2,000 guys there.

I swear.

I'd say it's the worst memory

of my life.

You've got 2,000 guys

scoping you naked.

Climbing! Not posing.

You're climbing,

in crappy positions,

looking ridiculous

and baring all.

I'd be happy to climb

if I had your body.

Fuck!

The film is beautiful,

so it's OK.

But when you're doing it...

The end justifies the means.

It's OK.

Really!

I've worked with guys

where I'm told he's a prick.

I'm not looking

to make friends.

I don't give a shit.

Some directors are pricks.

If he's really cool,

it's a plus.

But it's no big deal.

If he takes me

on his trip on screen...

Know what I like best?

When you don't question it.

Something totally

unlikely happens,

you can't explain it,

and you don't try to.

You don't ask why.

It runs deeper than that,

the guy takes you

on his trip,

into his mind, his brain.

The actor? The director?

Huh?

The director?

Yeah. I, personally...

That's it.

I'm not criticizing.

People make movies or watch them for what they get out of them.

Fuck entertainment movies!

They bore me.

But if people like them,

who am I to say

they're crap?

I need to get inspired

or carried away.

It's like drugs, or...

Why am I comparing it

to drugs?

See?

Sometimes I talk so much

it drives me nuts.

No, it's better.

Honestly!

Imagine

if I take fucking speed!

What I wanted to say is

when I arrive in paradise

and my Lord and Master

is there--

You think that?

You're a real believer?

Hell, yes!

I don't believe in anything.

I do! Yes, I do!

Jesus?

I've been doing deals with Him

all my life.

I swear.

I say, "Come on,

if I do this, it'll be OK?"

And since He's never answered,

I say it's cool.

Did Jesus speak?

"Don't do it,

don't take that shit!"

He said nothing.

He won't like the film

you're making...

The day He says,

"You're screwing up!"

I won't do it.

But the day

I arrive in paradise

and my Lord and Master

is there,

in the afternoon

He'll say

that I spent my life

talking about Him,

hyping Him up.

I'm like His agent!

And when He sees me,

He comes to meet me

at the gates.

He'll take care of me.

He'll teach me tons.

Loads. It'll be fab.

"MOST FILMMAKERS TODAY ARE LIKE THE LIVING DEAD,

AND THEIR FILMS ARE JUST LIKE THEM." – JEAN-LUC GODARD

The bonfire scene

will look beautiful.

Yes.

Have you ever burned

at the stake?

No, not at the stake,

but I've burned...

in a tent.

That is so uncool!

It looked great.

I'm sure.

It's the way you said it.

Under branches...

I'm sure it was beautiful.

Everything you do

is beautiful.

No, but...

In any case, it was--

Yes, I burned.

I've never seen you

in anything tacky.

But not at the stake!

Sure, I've done loads.

Maybe!

I don't remember that.

Not at the stake.

You have?

Yes. It was classy.

But the ridiculous thing was,

the producer was there

and I'm on the stake, with the wool robe

and my hair chopped...

Super sexy.

Bonfires are super sexy.

It ends badly,

but it's über-cool.

When you get

to the bonfire,

you're on a donkey.

Hopping with fleas,

but so cute! I swear!

You go through the village,

everyone points...

It's so sexy!

When you get

to the bonfire

the producer comes up

and doesn't find it sexy.

The wool robe,

with no lingerie,

it didn't suit the scene.

He takes something

to cut it,

a blade or knife

or whatever.

And he slits it open here,

and on the thigh.

I say, "You've lost the plot!"

Low-cut!

No shit.

I remember a film

with a real pretty actress

in the 1950s,

where she falls

and her dress opens.

You see her garter belt,

she's posing.

Nobody falls

into a perfect pose!

It was funny.

But on a bonfire,

showing a...

It wasn't the director,

he wasn't a prick.

It was the producer,

a total stereotype.

The Italian producer

who wants it sexy.

Totally "woman"... Weird.

But it's a good film,

so who cares.

No, I've never seen you

in shit films.

Oh, sure, I've done loads.

We all did!

It's like the ugly guy.

There's always one.

When you list

who you've scored,

you list the hunks.

Or not just hunks,

the class acts.

There's always a loser

you leave out.

We all have one.

A loser you leave out.

Or a guy who gives you

the creeps.

There's always

a dead rat somewhere!

I had one

who wasn't a creep.

Poor guy, he was real cute,

but so young.

I was older than him.

And... it was

the end of the film,

we had to get together.

And he ejaculated

on my leg.

For real!

But it didn't creep me out.

He was moved!

Yeah. Poor guy,

he was so young.

How young? 16?

Yes!

That's six years too old!

That happened to me

in a movie theater.

I was with friends...

Gross!

Vile.

There were

loads of people...

How did it happen?

We were waiting in line.

I must have been

touching the guy.

Like you didn't know!

No, honestly.

I'm with my punk pals.

We go in and as I walk by

I feel something on my leg.

Right then,

you can't imagine it.

You don't get it.

Then I realize.

I was with a hardcore punk.

He bust the creep's brains!

I said, "Dude!

You behaved badly.

You're gonna regret it."

Seriously!

No! Me,

I practically apologized.

You're nuts!

Fuck!

He must have felt bad.

He was very embarrassed.

Totally.

So you were naked,

for you to realize?

Yes.

We were totally naked!

Under the sheets.

The director told him

he should have

jerked off beforehand.

It's no big deal.

But I guess he...

Oh, boy!

I've had love scenes

where the set designers...

I remember once

in Miami...

A love scene,

you've done the scene

and, God knows why,

the set designers

insist on taking

their sheets

and pillows right there,

when you're butt naked.

You're not some

porn actor, all relaxed.

Generally,

you're not relaxed,

being naked...

None of that here?

No!

We didn't tell you about

the gangbang scene?

We kept it as a surprise!

No, sweetie, I won't pull

surprises like that.

Hey, presto!

A hard porn scene.

No way.

I keep banging on,

maybe you want to rest up?

Concentrate.

No, but...

When do we start?

Now.

When everyone's ready.

You'll go to makeup

to get prepped.

The crew's cool,

you'll see.

But then

there's Tic and Tac.

They're my ball and chain.

Fagin and Scrooge.

The producers.

Who?

The producers, you'll see!

Stereotypical pricks.

They're here?

All the time.

All the time!

Everywhere I look,

they're in my frame.

Like a curse!

Nobody sees them.

But I do, everywhere.

They do my head in.

Can you do

what you like or not?

They have no choice.

They can't force

anything on me.

They've signed

the contract.

Like I say,

"You wanted me,

you got me!"

Deal with it.

I'm a nice person.

I've got a big mouth,

whatever.

I'm nice.

I respect people.

But if you piss me off,

it all vanishes. All of it!

OK, babe?

You busy?

I won't answer that.

If it's the... tiebreaker.

Don't push it!

I have a friend from LA here.

Say that again, sweetie!

I love it, "from LA."

From Los Angeles.

I got it, I'm not dumb.

He's flown over,

an eight or nine hour flight...

He'll see us tomorrow.

He'll still want to.

They say they're busy.

Hello.

I'm Karl.

Why me?

- You're a prick-magnet!

- He's my bro!

Bad timing.

Béatrice!

Can we start?

Clara! Can you take care

of Charlotte?

Please, we don't need

to talk to him now.

We're ready.

Right behind you.

Charlotte?

What are you doing?

- I follow you?

- Yes, please.

- Who's that guy?

- No idea.

Check out the LA loser!

- And who's this?

- Mica, the construction manager.

Hi, Mica!

He seems happy.

So, for the next scene

we go straight in...

First we see the actresses

to reassure them.

And we do a run-through,

a rehearsal with everyone.

I hear you, Maxime.

But there's a problem:

you're committed.

Yannick...

I wouldn't be funding this

if you weren't here.

Tell me you didn't know.

- We know she's an actress.

- You knew!

It's her first film.

You've worked with losers.

You drove them.

I won't name names.

You've worked with the greats,

but also with losers.

This one's a loser.

No!

Listen.

If you knew, it's bad.

If you knew, it's bad.

Bad for the film.

Bad for the crew.

Bad for me.

It makes me sick.

Sick.

You need to take a step back.

We're a bit late.

We can catch up.

- No! It's more than a bit.

- I'm counting on you.

It's more than a bit.

It's a fucking catastrophe.

Listen, of course it's a catastrophe,

I've pumped 80% of my cash

into this.

Béatrice Dalle is a name.

Right now you're nobody, OK?

So you'll do her movie.

I'm asking you to do it, OK?

You do the movie.

You don't listen to her.

You make the decisions.

You're not the DP,

you're the director, OK?

- You're in the driving seat.

- OK, I'm the driver.

Can you fire her or not?

It's very complicated.

There's a contract.

But I can try to fire her.

I'll call my attorney.

We'll see.

Or... this might be crazy,

but it's an idea.

- Lola, where's Tom? I want to talk to him. - He's right here.

Here, boss.

- Tom...

- Talk.

You know Victor Hugo's poem,

The Conscience?

No? The eye was in the grave,

looking at Cain.

I want you to be my eye.

I want you to follow Béatrice

day and night,

to the toilet if need be, with your camera,

and film her every move.

I'll find a mistake.

And fire her for it.

- Perfect, got it.

- Got it?

OK. We'll watch the footage

every evening.

Thanks.

See? We'll be OK!

- You'll take over if I fire her?

- But I...

Max? Max? Deal.

- I don't know...

- Max?

I don't know.

Honestly, no...

Thanks, Max!

Where did you get

this assistant?

She sucks!

You wanted

an amateur crew.

She's a waste of space!

Pretty, but useless.

It's your DP who sucks!

I could stick his zoom

up his arse!

Wait till we've wrapped.

He's 60 and can't light shit!

Professional my arse...

You got cash?

The druggist's here.

He's got the sedative.

Take it from my purse.

I'm doing it for you.

I know. Let's roll!

Let's burn some witches!

We start soon.

See you over there?

Yes.

Coming.

Seriously...

Back to hell.

Time to get moving

and do a run-through.

Everyone listen, please!

Félix, you translate.

I'd just like to say

to my princesses that

if they have a question

or want any directions,

if they want reassurance,

or need my advice,

I'm here for them now.

So they can ask

any questions.

What kind of makeup?

I want her to feel good.

So ask her how

she wants her makeup,

how she feels beautiful.

I need her to feel

strong and reassured.

So ask her, OK?

Béatrice!

Can you come here?

Yes, Judas.

So, what's the problem here?

No problem, we're debriefing.

Don't be paranoid.

I'm not, I'm asking a question

calmly and politely,

- so answer me the same way.

- It's not calm or polite.

- Max! Respect...

- What did I say?

Max, what did I ask?

You're here to supervise Béatrice,

You're her DP...

- I can't stand it.

- If you can't stand it, leave. OK?

I can't stand it either,

but I shut up.

We'll talk over here,

we're heading for disaster.

Not now!

We're heading for disaster.

You need to wind down.

Disaster?

I've been waiting hours!

Asking for rehearsals,

places to meet and talk.

And I keep being told to wait.

And this DP who--

Calm down!

What?

I'll calm down if I want!

Calm down!

Why the hysterics?

Not now!

And you!

What is this? The Cannes Film Festival?

Taking photos!

Stop!

OK.

Can someone go to the dressing room,

to check on Charlotte? She'll leave!

Charlotte,

we're almost ready.

Do you need anything?

Go produce

your ham ads!

My ham ads

pay for this film!

And for now...

- Charlotte...

- It's not my fault.

Clara, can you

take Fanny on set?

Félix!

Félix!

Handle this.

I want a rehearsal now.

- Béatrice!

- What?

I alone believed in your project.

And you're grossly ungrateful!

- But...

- You're not involved!

I'm waiting for hair and makeup,

you want me on set when they're not ready?

You don't respect me

or the project!

Be respectable to earn my respect!

- Wait, babe...

- This is not the time!

- It's never time.

- I'm working!

And for you it's never time!

Are they ready?

Paul, please...

We need some privacy.

You need privacy?

Everyone out!

Everyone who's not needed,

please leave.

- Is she ready?

- I just started her hydration.

Hydration?

Fucking jargon.

Don't you start!

Seriously!

- Crazy bitch!

- Béa, you're a fraud!

It's a status, at least!

You can finish on set.

Hey, girls, hurry up!

On set? We can't!

- I know my job, OK?

- But you're still on set.

Can we get the stand-in?

We're on our way.

About time!

- The camera's ready?

- Five or ten minutes.

- Five or ten minutes?

- Ten minutes.

- Maxime, this is Fanny.

- Hello, Fanny.

Momo! Can you angle

the red lights?

Is the lighting ready?

Can we rehearse?

I won't talk to you now.

Not now, please!

Dumbarse, I've said nothing

and bust no-one's balls.

Félix, please!

Handle the stand-in

so he won't bug her.

Launch the sky!

Not blue! The sky for the film.

Where are the extras?

Who's that bum on Abbey's mark?

The sky for the film, Ernesto!

There, thank you!

All ready, Ahmed?

Ready?

Lighting!

Stop fighting! Get moving,

not a single shot is ready!

Shit!

Go find someone!

Hello, I'm from Cinematic Eye magazine.

We met at the Female Film Festival

in Montreuil.

I mean Créteil.

Would it be possible

to get some info?

A few facts and figures

on this shoot.

Know what?

Go ask the boss!

- He's running the show.

- I don't want to be a bother.

But you are!

Extras!

Extras on set now!

Extras on set now, please!

Clara, send the fucking

extras now!

Boy!

Extras on...

Wait!

- I'm the boss!

- Extras on set!

Get Yannick, please!

I've had it, I'm leaving.

What can I do here?

What is this production?

We've been waiting

since 8am!

Fucking union extras!

I'll bust the fucking set!

Béatrice on set!

What can I do?

Extras!

Extras on set now!

When do we eat?

We've been here five hours!

With no food, no drink!

We're not cattle!

Fuck!

Clara! Get sandwiches

for the extras, please!

Keep focused!

I'm an idiot.

Bright and eager!

- Time to go.

- Cool it! We're good.

If you stopped shouting

we'd be ready! What is this?

I'm trying not to shout.

Let's go, she's waiting.

We're bringing

the actresses now.

- Béatrice, are you coming?

- No!

Béatrice!

Come back!

Béatrice!

Come out here!

Béatrice!

For fuck's sake!

Béatrice, I'm so sorry.

I put my foot in it.

I didn't think

it'd be a bad time.

Come now, or you burn!

Not now!

I didn't mean to...

Béatrice is coming!

No way!

Let's go!

As you know,

I started with Jean-Luc.

So no little nobody is going

to teach me my job.

See?

Jean-Luc was no laugh.

But here...

Yeah, you said.

- What's happening?

- I don't know.

- Is the focus OK?

- I'm good.

OK.

Charlotte, you look...

You look tired today.

Are you doing

any facial care?

Like, a mineral cure?

I'm not so tired.

Something with aloe vera

or guarana seed?

To help plump up the skin,

because...

Do as I say!

Go get it...

Crew, listen up!

I want only

essential people on set!

No parasites,

it'll show on screen.

Béatrice, I got the message.

I'll let the artist work.

Get your mitts off already.

You can sink my movie, but you can't sink my company.

- You really think now is--?

- I've called my attorney.

I've made arrangements.

You'll see.

I'll have the last laugh!

Thank you for being here.

I feel safer, you're fabulous.

- And the eyes?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- No.

- You don't want--?

- Nothing! Thank you.

- Charlotte, we're not done!

- We'll finish later.

I apologize for this chaos.

We have a problem.

Me too, soon.

Béatrice is an actress, not a director. I'll replace her with Max.

It's a secret!

Thank you for being here!

Yes, we're coming.

Hurry up!

I can't walk fast

in these things.

Hang on, I need

to make a quick call.

- Not now.

- Shall I go back?

No, we're in a hurry.

You couldn't earlier?

No, I couldn't!

I need a place

where I'm... alone.

Good.

Keep up the energy!

Let's shoot the next one!

Charlotte!

Where is she?

Charlotte!

Sorry to bother you.

I know you're about to shoot.

I'm one of your biggest fans.

I'm a journalist.

I just wanted some info

about the shoot.

Please, Dad!

We'll do this later.

What to say?

I haven't started--

- Just a minute--

- No, sorry. I can't.

What a pain!

He swore he wouldn't come.

Who are these people?

It's rude.

If you let

all these people in...

Be quick, or I'll get shit.

I'll be quick.

That's the crafty.

You can...

It's a TV set,

but you can go in.

Thanks.

Keep in mind

it's a dreamlike movie!

It's not politics. It's poetry!

We're making art,

we're making a film!

- Hello?

- It's Charlotte.

- Hello, madam.

- All OK?

- Yes, fine.

- Is she all right?

- I pass her to you...

- OK! Thanks.

- Hello, Mummy.

- Yes, sweetie. All well?

No, Mummy, not really.

At the canteen...

What did you say?

School wasn't good.

Why? What's wrong?

At school today, Paul and Lucas

made a cross on my foofoo...

with a knife.

What?

Are you kidding?

They wanted to do a tattoo

on my foofoo.

When, today?

Yes, at the canteen.

At noon.

But...

Just a minute!

Wait!

Be quick!

Pass me the nanny, please.

- Madam?

- Pass me...

- Hello, madam?

- Yes.

My daughter just told me something.

Can you...

Can you check...

Can you undress her

and check that she's not hurt?

What do you mean?

I don't understand.

She told me something.

I'd like you to look, right now.

- You undress her...

- Yes.

You undress her now and look

to see that she's not hurt.

- Now?

- Yes, now.

OK. I hang up?

Or stay on line?

No...

I'll call back in ten minutes.

- OK.

- And you look, OK?

Yes. I'll call back.

Sorry...

This way.

Wait!

I won't have time after.

Not now. No!

Sorry!

Clara!

Félix, where's Charlotte?

Can someone get her?

Come on, Charlotte!

Ken will wire your mike.

Careful.

I can sense you're down.

Anything wrong?

Yes.

I think I'll have to go home.

- Because of the shoot?

- No, not the shoot, but...

Can't you see we're talking?

Just a moment.

She said two minutes,

so wait, OK?

Jesus!

Stop! Can't you see

we're talking?

You're on me

every two minutes!

- It's never the right time.

- Fuck it!

I need to make a call.

- Of course, sweetheart.

- Thank you.

What the fuck?

You work for a tabloid or what?

Come here!

I do what I want!

I'm the boss!

What the fuck?

My camera!

It's Charlotte.

No point leaving a message,

but... can you call me back?

As soon as possible.

I'm worried, so...

Leave me a message.

Leave a message,

even just to say what... what you saw.

And please tell her...

I'll call back in 15 or 20 minutes.

Tell her I'll be there soon as I can.

"THE FILMMAKER IS THE MAN

WHO MUST LEAVE HIS SIGNATURE ON A FILM

INTENDED AS A WORK OF ART." – CARL THEODOR DREYER

Ernesto!

The sky!

You want to burn a witch!

Ready for rehearsal!

Ready for action?

Keep angry!

Rolling! End board!

Action. Rehearsal. Extras!

Good. Cut!

Cut!

Can't you keep rolling a bit longer?

You should say what you want before!

You can't cut after

three seconds. It's five!

Then talk to me!

Can you count to five?

Unbelievable!

Instead of bitching

from the start!

Then I'd know

what you want.

It's only a rehearsal,

damn it!

Five?

Can you count to five?

Right!

We shoot the next take.

One, two, three...

We shoot this one?

We shoot this one!

First positions, please!

Extras, more anger!

That was good.

Shades off.

We shoot this take!

Is everyone ready?

More anger, if possible!

You curse them,

you hate them,

you're torching them!

OK?

Evening, Charlotte!

- Are the actresses ready?

- Yes.

Great.

Thanks, girls.

Can I have the music,

please?

Music, please!

Tie her wrist!

No music,

they need ten minutes.

No music?

If there's no rhythm,

don't blame me, OK?

Nice and tight.

- Shoot without music!

- Music's fine!

Are we ready?

- Sound rolling.

- First positions, please!

God's Craft,

43A, take one, end board.

Let's shoot!

All ready?

Music!

Action!

Music, please!

Dolly!

Yes!

Yes, that's beautiful!

Beautiful.

Brilliant.

It's so beautiful!

Beautiful, Charlotte!

Don't move!

Ahmed!

Stick the cross

right on her chest!

Yes!

Charlotte!

Look at God or me!

The stand-in

has wrapped.

Nothing works

on this movie.

It's a mess! I've never

seen anything like it.

Have you seen

Béatrice "directress"?

You're gonna burn, guys!

Charlotte! Look at me!

Yes, that's good!

Higher with the cross!

For Christ's sake,

stay in position!

It's not meant for her...

Stop moving!

Can you help her,

please,

instead of just

standing there?

Put her shoes on.

You catch on fast.

You're fitting right in

with this God-awful shoot!

You're getting stinky breath,

like the others.

Cut!

Shut up!

We don't cut!

I'm shooting. Fuck!

"WHEN THE PRESSURE GETS TOO STRONG

I TURN INTO A DICTATOR." – RAINER WERNER FASSBINDER

Max!

What's that?

Ernesto! What the fuck

are you doing with the lights?

What the hell's going on?

DP! What's happening?

What is this shit?

What's going on?

Don't worry, Charlotte.

They're fixing the lights!

What is this shoot?

You're all fucking useless!

Fuck!

What the hell?

Tell me what's going on,

Mister know-it-all!

What is this shit?

Stop! Cut!

- Cut!

- We'll shoot the next one.

And fix the lights!

Man, some shit's really

happening now!

It's starting to vibe,

don't you think?

Yeah.

Something's happening.

Things are moving.

And it's Cinematic Eye

that says it.

I'm fucking finished!

You don't realize!

If I'm finished, she is too!

- Did you film anything?

- Look!

What did you film?

She's a zombie!

We need solid evidence

to bring her down.

What have you got?

With all this...

What have you got, Tom?

- She's a zombie!

- Why?

Fuck knows!

Always dropping off!

Her ex-agent says

she could snort aspirin.

Crackhead!

She deserves

the electric chair!

A lethal injection in the arse

from my attorney!

I'm sick of intellectual poverty! I've had it!

That's what I want!

I want her to die!

With all this,

we can send her

to the chair,

crucify her!

OK, cut!

- Can you stay with me?

- No.

What is this? I'm blind!

Now I'm to blame

for the fucked lighting?

Béatrice Dalle? Béatrice Dalle?

Béatrice Fail!

You'll repay every dollar

I put in this fucking movie!

You're a producer, seriously?

What the fuck is this

in the middle of a shot?!

Is it a nightclub?

What the fuck?

Lighting's your job, isn't it?

Or am I talking

out of my arse?

I'm the DP. Ernesto?

So, who's responsible?

Instead of taking the piss.

Communicate!

What are you, a kid?

Fuck this!

I'm on a zombie shoot.

I get it, I'm making

a zombie movie.

Thanks for telling me.

Now I know!

You're the DP.

You manage the gaffer,

don't you?

You're in constant denial.

Who are you?

You're breaking my balls!

Who are you again?

Remind me.

You're breaking my balls!

Come down!

Or I'll come get you.

OK?

Come down!

- No!

- Calm down.

What?! Get off my case!

I won't cool it!

I do what I want.

Now get down

and we'll talk this out.

Maxime, come down.

Come down, or you're fired.

All this

is the logical outcome

Goddamn know-it-all!

You can't even fix this!

of the past week.

Fuck!

It's been an hour,

no-one can cut the lights.

Here's the result!

Calm down.

Calm? Have you seen

this crew from hell?

Here's the result!

I told you!

Move it! Do something!

We're still rolling!

Stop!

Get the girls down.

No!

You shoot zero!

I decide!

Then I'm stopping it!

Cut! Cut!

Yannick!

Your DP is going crazy!

Charlotte, we'll untie you!

We're coming! Stop!

Max,

it's a bad idea!

Stop everything!

Stop everything!

You're not

in charge!

I said stop!

Fuck!

- Béatrice?

- Cut!

No, I don't want

to cut.

Fuck! Where's

an assistant?

No.

Untie me!

Charlotte,

you're burning!

Untie me!

Béatrice!

Untie me!

You're insane!

Yes, that's it.

Perfect!

Max, come down,

or I'll come get you!

Stop!

Stop!

- Move it!

- I'm on it.

Look!

Fuck!

Béatrice!

Stop!

Max, get down

and fix the lights!

Ask Ernesto,

it's his job!

Cry, Charlotte!

Cry!

- There!

- Untie me!

Untie me!

Go on!

Make your body quiver.

There!

There!

Quiver!

You're burning!

Imagine you're burning!

You cry!

More!

You're burning, in pain!

That's wonderful!

Beautiful!

Fabulous!

There.

Stop!

Stop everything!

Now!

Now!

Please!

Can someone help them?

Silence!

Silence!

I'm shooting!

Don't leave me.

Why?

Why am I...

Why am I always alone

like this?

Please.

Please.

Help me.

Charlotte!

We're there!

We're getting somewhere.

Charlotte?

Charlotte.

"THANK GOD I'M AN ATHEIST." – LUIS BUÑUEL