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EPISODE 8

FROM LUCIE TO MARIE

Listen...it's time to go.

...about these things.

Pauline.

Pauline.

Pauline.

- Give him a little. - This really isn't easy. Hang on.

- Give Prometheus a little mulled wine! - It's hard to pour.

Give your Prometheus a little mulled wine!

- It's going to leave stains... - Prometheus, Lolo, mulled wine. Thanks.

- Want me to help you? - Yes, help me.

Want some sugar?

Thank you. One cube. No, it's already sweetened.

- So, your little song... - I don't want to sing.

- Go on, sing a little song! - But Thomas...

If you don't sing a little song, I'll sing a little song.

I sang so much at the circus, I'm not singing now.

Go on, sing for Prometheus!

No, I don't want to. No, thanks.

- You sing then. - No, I'd rather tell a story.

Tell a story? Would you like him to tell a story?

- I'm a little worried. - Let me tell you a story.

It's a story set in Mongolia.

- Where? - Mongolia.

In Mongolia?

- You're really ill, aren't you? - Yes.

- I'm in pain... Where? - In Outer Mongolia.

There was a really, horribly ugly man.

He was very horrible.

- Why? - I don't know why he was ugly,

but he was the ugliest man in Mongolia.

And he found a wife who was even uglier than him.

Can you picture it?

They had a baby... They had to throw it away.

I've heard that one.

Throw it where?

They threw it to the Mongols.

That story's not funny.

You hate funny stories.

I think it's a very funny story!

Especially because it's a fiasco.

- Why are we... - Usually he loves terrible stories.

Why are we in this draught. Can't you shut the door?

You wanted us to sit here, mate.

- Lili darling, shut the door. - She's in bed.

- Asleep? - Lili is in bed.

Lili is in bed?

Then we'll ask Sarah. Sarah, shut the door!

- Sarah's asleep too. - Sarah's not here.

It's true, Sarah's not here.

Who told you Sarah wasn't here?

Who told you Sarah wasn't here?

What makes you think Sarah's not here?

- What makes you think that? - You can't hear her walking?

What makes you think Sarah's not here?

I don't know. I haven't seen her for a few days.

Then how can you say Sarah's not here?

We'll ask Lucie... Lucie! Shut the door!

Haven't you heard noises at night?

- You'll scare her. - No, but it's a big house.

But don't you hear her walking sometimes?

Haven't you heard...?

No, I've never heard a sound like that.

You haven't heard noises at night?

Don't move.

Can you hear?

Don't talk too much, you'll be ill.

We'll all get ill.

There are things happening in this house.

- Weird... - Pierre, shut the door!

Oh, he's not here either. No one's here then.

- Pierre's in the cellar. - In the cellar?

In Mongolia.

- You make him choke. - I didn't mean to.

Give me another drink.

You're really impossible.

- So who shall we ask? - We've got plenty in the cellar.

What do you think, Emilie? Go ahead, call it.

- Help us. - Call the ghost.

The ghost of the second floor.

So, what about that little song?

- Who will sing this song? - Emilie.

Emilie.

Emilie, sing the little song!

Do you know how to sing?

The little song of despair, Emilie.

- The song of the stranger. - Hold on, be quiet.

- Did you hear? - Yes.

Yes, somethings moving.

- You're not afraid? - Shut up and listen.

They're back.

- They're back. - They are.

- Weren't they there when we arrived? - They're very discreet.

I noticed there was always a weird noise.

- Why weird? - I don't know.

- Where did it come from? - Listen.

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten

eleven, twelve, thirteen.

So...

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine,

ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine,

ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Didn't work.

- Sing a little song. - Yes.

You sing it beautifully.

Keep it down.

Lilt's asleep!

- Lilt's asleep. - What's that?

- What? - That's lg0r's scarf!

Igor's scarf... No, it's Achille's scarf.

- It's not. - I'm telling you, it's Achille's scarf.

- No, it's Thomas's scarf. - I never wear scarves like that.

- It's not your scarf? - No, it's lg0r's scarf.

- You see Igor everywhere. - I recognise the smell.

You know, everyone's wearing Indian scarves at the moment, Emilie.

Yes, they're in fashion.

Goodnight, Emilie.

Sleep well.

Bye.

Hello, Sarah.

I didn't know you were coming.

And here you are.

How are you?

What about you?

Good.

I'm really sorry about the other day, you know... It was ridiculous!

I got carried away.

The subject is too painful for me.

Yes, but anyway you were right, I shouldn't have sent those letters.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

I don't know, because...

I...

I feel like I've had enough.

- What about the shop? - The shop is...

The shop is closed.

I turned everyone out and...

I was...

I was...

You were right, that business with Pierre is...

It wasn't a good way.

It's not right to do something like that.

It's all been sorted out.

I should have gone about it a different way.

It wasn't right!

It's all been sorted out.

What do you mean?

I rang Pierre. It's not serious.

It wasn't right!

It's like that business with Colin. Do you know Colin?

I saw him at your place.

You said he followed you to the theatre.

Yes.

I've hurt Colin a lot too.

I'd like to see him again.

I don't know what to do. Do you know?

The shop?

I don't care about the shop.

And your kids?

I'd like to see Colin again though.

I really like him, you know.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm looking at you normally.

What about your children?

My children, I don't know... The children are at home.

You think about Colin a lot.

Yes, because...

He was always there and now he isn't, so I think about him.

But why did you come here?

Because with the shop shut, the letters...

I had to get away...

But this is lg0r's house!

It was Igor you came looking for here, not Colin.

I don't know.

I think you should lie down and sleep.

I'd have liked...

I'd have liked...

You won't find Colin in the Obade!

I haven't come to look for Colin.

Lie down...

Lie down...

Lie down... sleep.

What do you want to talk about?

What do you want to talk about?

I'd like to talk to you about...

Colin.

Go on then!

At the same time...

At the same time...

I can't because of Igor.

But lg0r's not here!

Yes, but...

I think you should sleep.

The right thing is for me to leave.

To go where?

I don't know...

I really like Colin.

Why are you crying, Emilie?

I've told you why! There's no point saying the same thing ten times over.

Stop looking at me like that!

But I'm looking at you normally.

Because I've got to go.

But who do you want to find, Igor or Colin?

Stop asking questions!

I'm not asking you anything.

Lie down and sleep!

Take your clothes off, lie down and sleep!

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm looking at you normally.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You should lie down now.

Lie down!

I don't want to lie down!

Do you want to talk?

About Colin?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You're angry with me because of Pierre!

I'm looking at you normally.

Why did you come here to the Obade?

Why do you always ask the same questions?

Because I want to know who you came to find in the Obade.

Lie down.

Do you want to talk?

- Yes. - Go on then, talk!

Talk.

I really like Colin.

Did you send him away?

Did you send him away because of Igor?

Yes.

You love them both?

Yes.

And your children?

What about my children?

Stop looking at me like that!

I'm looking at you normally.

You should lie down now.

You should lie down and sleep.

Lie down.

What are you going to do now?

I'd like to leave.

Do you want to find Colin?

No.

Do you want to find Igor?

Do you want to find Igor?

No.

"If you want to know the secret of the Companions of Duty,

"be at Impasse V�ron tomorrow morning at six o'clock. Renaud."

"The Companions of Duty..."

"The Devourers..."

The Companions... The Devourers...

The Devourers...

What's that?

That's...

- That's the bone of a... - You don't know?

Yes, it's the skeleton of a...

I don't know. Here, you can have it.

Thank you, Thomas.

Let's see your eyes.

No.

- You look tired. - Yes.

- You too. - I know.

Very.

- What's the matter, poor old Thomas? - Great sorrows.

What do you mean?

I've reached a point where I don't really know what to do.

I did Prometheus, I did it...

...partly in reaction to you.

I didn't want to let Aeschylus go, and then I couldn't do Thebes

because of you.

But in a way you hadn't left me. I realised that...

You're too kind, Thomas!

Something in me was gone...

...half dead.

Every time I said to myself, "Shit, if Lili was here...

"...something else would happen."

I don't think so.

Yes, it would. I think that...

Some things are ours.

After six years working together, we can't just split up like this.

- I had got into the habit of... - That's just it.

If we've split up it's because we had to split up.

Yes, but... my whole working method was built

in opposition to what you thought.

So, I'd say one thing, you'd send it back to me,

and it all existed because of that.

Yes.

I don't know.

I haven't missed you that much anyway.

I said I haven't missed you!

Fine, it doesn't matter, maybe it's my fault.

But you're ready to understand even my acting.

Aren't you?

Yes, but I've made my decision.

I don't want to act with you anymore, that's it.

So what else do you want to do?

You seem less depressed than you did before.

- No... - Coincidentally it's passed?

I exaggerate my depression a bit to have some peace, because...

Emilie, I don't want...

I want to be left in peace, I don't want to be affected just now.

Except those who want to, like you.

- What if I don't want to? - But you do want to!

I've made you smile. You're feeling better.

- You got me! - Yes.

I wanted...

the two of us to burn. We're made of the same wood.

I was thinking of making a big fire.

- On the beach? - Yes.

And we'd both throw ourselves into the fire.

- You're mad! - No.

- It's Prometheus chasing you. - Huh?

It's Prometheus chasing you.

I don't want to die. I don't want to burn.

- Why don't you want to burn? - It's death.

I don't want to.

- I'm water. - What?

- I'm water - Wait, turn towards the sun.

Why did you come here?

For all kinds of reasons.

Did you know I was coming? No, you didn't.

No, it was a brilliant idea to send Emilie here.

What did she tell you?

Emilie? Nothing.

But she's really got it in for Pierre.

But that's not what I want to talk to you about.

I don't want to talk about what you want to talk about!

- Why not? - It's not the moment.

Do you think you'll be able to work again, without me?

I don't intend to work again.

Really?

What are you going to do then?

I'm going into politics...

No, I don't know.

I truly don't know.

What could we do?

If we worked together, what could we do?

We could do a kind of mixture of

Seven Against Thebes and Prometheus - we'd make soup.

- Aeschylus soup. - No, I don't want to then!

You're laughing.

That's what annoys me. You don't want to make soup out of Aeschylus.

Listen!

What do you want to make it with?

Unless we do something ourselves. And we write it.

And we make it up.

Yes, I'd like to do that!

Then we'd have to really get down to it.

I asked Sarah to help us a bit, but...

- Sarah? - Yes.

- It didn't really work. - Why?

Because she did stuff...

What did she do?

Do you understand?

Thomas comes to see me with this story of papers

to be sent to the newspapers.

Of course I dealt with it, nothing at all will happen.

But... she's becoming a nuisance!

I understand.

It's not really surprising coming from Pierre though...

I mean, it's part of business.

What you didn't say just now when we were talking about Igor...

You didn't tell me anything about Igor.

Do you know anything?

Have you heard anything, sensed anything?

- Are you interested? - Not at all.

- I was just asking... - Out of pure curiosity?

More like silliness...

- Are you trying to trick me? - No, of course not.

I just wanted to know...

You always talk to me about Pierre on a strictly professional level.

No, not strictly professional, we talked a lot about him two years ago.

Two years ago is ancient history.

You know he hasn't changed. You know what he thinks.

You still see him so you must know.

Yes, a bit.

Have you changed?

You know me.

I'm busy with so many things.

I try to arrange the group's actions.

Thomas is off with his Prometheus. It's all he's thinking about.

He's burned all the papers, without knowing what they meant.

It makes you sad for sentimental reasons.

"The group?'

- But you know how much I love them. - Me too.

- You know how much it matters to me. - Obviously.

Those are friendships that matter... but the group?

There are groups everywhere. Why shouldn't ours exist?

It's worthwhile enough, don't you think?

Well... Well...

Come in. Hello.

Hello. How are you?

Fine. This is a surprise.

Have you brought a message, perhaps?

Yes, I've brought you a message of happiness.

Of happiness because I'm very well.

I've been very well since I realised...

...that your story of the Thirteen...

...that your story of the Thirteen and the men

who wanted to hold a whole society in their hands...

...that that story of the Thirteen was purely an adolescent fantasy.

A hoax.

And I'd even say an ideologically false fantasy!

Nevertheless, that fantasy led me deep into an appalling nightmare,

a nightmare bordering on madness, bordering on death.

In it I met the Sphinx,

and I didn't find love because...

I was asking the Sphinx a question...

...which was a badly-framed question.

The question of the Thirteen was badly framed

and stopped me finding reality.

Now I'm out of it, and I'm well.

I'm very, very well,

and I leave you to your worldly conversations.

One of your students?

No, one of Pierre's disciples,

if you see what I mean.

What do you mean?

Well...

That young man came to see me five or six days ago,

introducing himself as a messenger from the Thirteen.

He read me...

He read me a message...

the style and content of which meant that without any doubt

- it was written by Pierre. - He wrote it!

Yes, there's no doubt.

- I rang Pierre. - And?

Well...

Pierre told me that he was endlessly interested in that young man,

that he placed his greatest hopes in him...

No surprise there.

...that he could not possibly be mistaken in his choice.

And when I asked him why,

he replied in a manner that you can judge for yourself.

- Sibylline... - Not quite.

He said, "Well, I think I sensed...

"...his name while reading the stars."

With that mishmash of a tone that always makes you want to slap him.

That doesn't surprise me! You must have felt terrible.

Did you start to wonder?

I wondered if...

if, if, if, if... his little game...

It goes back more than two years now.

I wondered whether his game was going to provide me with many visits like this

and whether he wasn't on the hunt for all those people...

Did he speak to you about this young man?

More or less.

- He must have had some idea behind it? - His idea seems pretty clear to me.

He misses...

...the group.

And since he daren't talk about it himself,

it's pretty clever to find a messenger like that,

because, as you saw, this man is a messenger...

...who comes knocking on doors, bringing messages

that you know from their content and form can only be from Pierre.

- There's no doubt. - It's quite touching though.

- Touching? - It shows he needs us.

There might be a simpler way.

He's always believed in his ideal city.

Ah... yes. Yes. Well...

He's always believed in it. He's always wanted it.

I wonder if he's right!

Sometimes I wonder whether he's the one that's right.

Listen, instead of irritating his circle of friends...

I think he's doing something very interesting,

that all his ideas are valid, and he's got a lot of talent.

I'm not disputing either his talent or his professional skill.

There's a part of him for which I have a great deal of sympathy.

- He has an overflowing imagination. - Yes.

- He touches us. - He fascinates us.

We love you,

and we're fascinated by him.

You're in the mood for confidences today.

He's succeeded, he's got back into contact with you.

Yes, after a long time.

Listen...

He's wonderful, you know. He's really wonderful.

He follows his idea through right to the end.

- We're not finished with him! - Yes, but...

It's very, very serious for him. Obviously not for you...

He's not thinking about it seriously.

He doesn't think seriously about serious things.

I think he does.

It's you that's not serious!

It's you that's not serious by not believing in anything.

It's very easy to be sceptical, to talk about everything.

It's creating things that's hard. He's trying to create...

He's upset because we don't know how to follow him.

He's brilliant and we are incapable of following him.

We're incapable of creating anything

because our activities take us in other directions,

because we have other things to do that are more interesting.

We get on with our little lives.

Aren't you the generous one?

Why did Pierre tell this young man about the Thirteen?

That intrigues me.

With us losing momentum a bit,

he's looking for new victims.

- I don't think... - Fresh blood!

Listen... Fresh blood.

No, I think he misses the old days, his friends.

You talk as though he were mentally deficient!

No, I don't think he's mentally deficient, but on that level he is, a bit.

I don't agree with you.

I'm not trying to persuade you. We're just chatting.

- We love Pierre... - You don't take him seriously.

I take him as a whole,

but the consequences of his behaviour annoy me sometimes.

There might be something more useful...

But we can do something useful.

That's what he's trying to create.

By bringing us back together like that

by means that are a bit bizarre, romantic...

The thing is a big joke, this...

this fondness for plots, bizarre connections...

But you were part of it, you thought it was great!

It's fun for five minutes, but...

Then why did you draw us all into it? Because we all got hooked.

- Yes, but... - It was great when it was all going on!

I think we should make things concrete and do something...

I don't know how to explain it, but it should be worthwhile.

- Only... - Get together as a group, OK.

You're all dreamers, not capable of doing anything.

It's very nice writing books, writing newspaper articles...

It's very nice talking in caf�s.

We all sit there and nothing changes!

Why not.

All right, but if you dream...

I'm not dreaming.

Let's plan, to form a group, a team for a specific action.

Pierre's ambitions...

It was fun, it was enjoyable, but really...

You're just contradicting me

to find out exactly what I think of it all.

I could say the same of you.

We know each other so well. We could do something!

Hello?

I'd like to speak to Lucie de Graff, quickly please...

Hello?

I'm the one you saw the other day dressed like a boy, the girl...

Yes. Yes, that's right.

No, no, no. No, it's serious this time...

I've got a friend

who thinks he's one of the Companions of Duty.

No, I swear I'm not joking.

And I think in fact it's the Devourers.

The Devourers, yes!

Please don't laugh!

What?

I don't believe it!

Are you serious?

Hello?

Igor?

Igor?

Are you all right?

You're in Paris?

It's so wonderful to hear your voice, unbelievable.

You could have written to me, though...

You can't talk long?

Yes, I'm really sorry about that, desperately sorry.

I'm so pleased to hear your voice.

No, no! I can hear you.

Right, I'll get in the car and I'll meet you at War0k's.

Lots and lots of love.

Of course!

Bye!

Turn round!

- Emilie. - Yes?

- Are you going? - Yes.

Have you heard the news? Do you know who just rang?

- No, I was going to ask. - Igor!

- Igor? - Yes. He called me from Paris.

- Are you sure it was him? - Absolutely, yes.

- You know his voice? - Yes, I'm going to meet him at War0k's.

- But that's impossible! - I assure you it's true!

- Wonderful, isn't it? - Where did he call you from?

He was calling from War0k's. I'm going to meet him there now.

Well, well.

We talked for ten minutes!

Did you hear?

I'm going, I'm in a real hurry...

- Emilie, can I come with you? - All right.

I'll see you down there.

I'll wait for you. Goodbye, Thomas!

- Goodbye, Thomas. - Goodbye. It's impossible!

No, it's true.

- You think so? - You look desperate.

I'm not, but I've got good reasons.

Listen, don't leave her. Stay with her and then...

...call me when you get there.

- OK? - Yes, Thomas.

Goodbye, dear.

- I'll give you a call, Thomas. - Don't forget!

I won't forget.

Take care of yourself.

No. No!

No! No! No! No! No!

I don't want to!

- What? - I don't want to!

- Is something the matter, Thomas? - I don't want to!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Thomas!

- Thomas! - Hey!

Thomas! Hey!

Thomas!

Hey!

What now?

What a jerk!

Pig!

Honestly!

You really scared us.

You're such a jerk!

Hey, Thomas!

Thomas.

No, Thomas.