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You hugged me tight.

So tight.

You mumbled that you loved me.

You were drunk.

No, I wasn't drunk.

- You sure were. - I said I wasn't.

I was.

I don't remember a thing.

Too bad.

You're hurting me.

If I squeeze a little harder,

there'll be no one left to remember that night.

How much do you want?

If you forgot, I did my job badly.

I won't let you pay for a job badly done.

No trouble.

You're my first visitor.

To the first, I'm free of charge.

It brings me good luck.

I don't need your charity.

Keep your dough.

But I'll see my value to you.

Wait!

Take it back.

Take it back.

Take it back!

Take it.

Ten dollars!

You've seen my legs?

You've seen my breasts? Are these ten-dollar breasts?

Thank you.

He was always asking for more. He asked me about my childhood.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- You have no respect for women? - Shut your mouth!

Thank you.

Sorry. Thank you.

Take a seat.

Do you think an actress needs to be an exhibitionist?

To become an actress?

Why do you want to act?

On Sunday evening, I was...

I was at my parents' house.

I was on my bed, alone.

And...

And [ felt...

I felt I was wasting my youth.

I went...

Can you speak up a bit, please?

- I'm a little deaf. - Yes, sorry.

Thanks.

I went to look in the bathroom mirror and I saw,

on my face

the passing of time.

My youth going by.

I saw my life adding up to nothing.

Thank you very much.

How about we take a break?

Already?

Sorry.

Set down...

Set down your honourable load,

If honour may be shrouded in a hearse...

You had your turn?

No.

What are you doing?

Die Bitteren Tranen der Petra von Kant.

I did The Respectful Prostitute.

The director in the middle has beautiful eyes.

He'd be easy to fall in love with.

He's homosexual, apparently.

He's still easy to fall in love with.

He has a big hand.

Big dick too?

No, one of his hands is swollen.

Like a balloon.

I'm not sure it went well.

I don't think so. I felt so ashamed.

You dummy. That's a good sign.

How do you mean?

You do theatre, don't you?

If you're ashamed, you've bared yourself.

What counts as an actor is baring yourself.

Playing with danger.

Like me, not wearing panties.

Right now?

No, yesterday.

Can I see?

It'd be cool if we both get in.

Yes, that'd be really cool.

What's your name?

Adele Meszaros.

You'd like us to be friends?

We already are. Are you stupid or what?

Victor Arbot.

Rome!

Unique object of my resentment!

Rome!

To which you sacrificed my love.

Too much! Patience must stand down!

Find in hell your Curiace!

Rome!

Which gave you life

and your heart adores.

So are punished

those who mourn Rome's enemies.

Traitor!

Sister!

Awake!

Awake, I beseech you.

Awake!

Forgive me!

I'm sorry!

- I see you studied at other schools. - Yes.

Including the conservatory. Why our school now?

Patrice Chéreau, in fact, is

a real inspiration for me.

So I want to work with him and learn

from him.

But there's me, as well. I'm...

Patrice Chéreau runs the theatre. I run the school.

And so...

No, no problem.

I completely understand.

I heard that students at this school

go to the USA.

True or not?

You think it's a travel agency?

I like regular theatre. I adore Shakespeare.

And I'm a great romantic.

It doesn't show.

Maybe you noticed. It's not a prop.

It's real. I'm married.

- How old are you? - I'm nineteen. And married.

In any case, I can't go to a private school. I've no money.

So it's this or nothing.

And if I don't get in here, I'll work as a messenger or waiter.

So I'd really like to.

I understand. Thank you.

And my wife's pregnant.

- It's no problem for you? - Not for us.

Holy shit!

I banged into the door.

My name's Victor.

I already am an actress. Right?

I don't know.

For sure.

Since I was 9, in photos.

In photos?

With my mother.

She's famous. Don't you see?

A little girl with red hair.

A garter belt and lipstick.

It's me.

I've already had a long career.

Why theatre?

Because I want

to speak other people's words.

Sometimes I...

I feel like I'm

on the edge of a drop.

About to fall.

And other people's words...

The words I speak...

When they're beautiful,

they're like...

Ramparts?

That's right. Ramparts.

Still here?

Yes.

Waiting for someone?

No.

For me?

No. It's just that...

Just what?

Yes, I was waiting for you.

Come on.

Hi there.

I'm Stella.

Look!

Not bad. I like her.

Leopard, you're hot!

- Wanna hang with us? - I've got AIDS.

Your friends, they got AIDS too?

Sometimes I feel the urge to bark.

I feel the urge to take out my gun

and shoot there.

Inside.

I feel this weird urge to...

To break the glass, jump out the window

and run outside until I bump into someone.

Someone I'd take by the arm

to shake the astonishment out of him.

Someone I'd lay claim to for the whole evening.

Someone to touch.

To smell.

Someone to reassure, "Don't worry, don't fight it.

"The guy before you just wants to hear a different breath,

"a different heartbeat.

"I broke the glass and jumped out so I could touch

"a single soul.

"A single soul."

"It's a longing I feel some nights, like tonight."

"Before you is a mind too deep to be cooped up alone."

Why theatre?

I'd make my mother proud.

That's not right?

FOREVER YOUNG

The introductions...

I'm Pierre Romans,

director of the...

I nearly said "of the theatre."

No, I'm the director of the school.

Don't tell anyone I said that, please.

Thank you.

And I have a big hand.

You passed the first round.

Forty of you.

After these workshops, there'll be twelve of you.

It's good to get so far.

The first round's not bad.

I'll lead the workshops but I'm not a teacher.

I'm a director.

Patrice Chéreau, the theatre's director,

is not a teacher either.

He'll pop in to watch us work,

but he won't introduce himself.

He's very discreet.

Actually, this isn't like most schools.

It's not a school.

Sure, you'll have classes.

Classes and even workshops at the Actors Studio in New York.

But from then on

we'll put on plays.

We may even take one to the Avignon festival.

Or even shoot movies.

That's for the lucky twelve who get into the school.

Not all forty of you.

Today we're not looking for stagecraft.

Definitely not stagecraft.

Nor great actors.

We're looking...

We're looking...

We're looking.

For the love of God, don't delay me.

My father doesn't know I'm here.

Yes, let's begin. I'll call the others.

My father and stepmother

don't want me to come here. They call it Bohemia.

They're afraid I'll become an actress.

While I feel drawn to the lake.

As if I were a seagull.

My heart is full of you.

- We are alone. - I think someone's there.

- There's no one. - Over there!

Don't go so soon, I beg of you.

It's impossible.

- What if I came with you? - Impossible.

I'd like to kiss you in real life.

Gaspard, the butler.

Adele, my theatre friend.

- Nice to meet you. - Same here,

So you're going to become actresses?

We hope so.

- Careful you don't go mad. - Why mad?

Because...

Either you lead a normal life

with

a husband, children...

A normal job.

A life that may be slightly dull but fairly painless.

Or you become actresses.

And then

you burn your lives.

You may be loved by lots of people but

you risk going mad.

And dying

sad.

And alone.

Late, too?

Yes.

I don't give a damn about this school.

All want

is to make movies and big money.

I'll buy a house for my mother.

Like I give a fuck about their school.

Like we give a fuck about their school.

For sure.

But if we get in here,

we get a free Métrocard and meals. That's cool.

Yeah.

For me

the shittiest part about not getting in

would be missing New York.

Yeah, just that...

The Actors Studio!

Door's open.

It's break time.

My name's Etienne.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Let's go.

In one month, in one year,

how shall we endure when the seas

keep me from you?

The day shall dawn and the day shall cease

without Titus ever seeing Berenice.

And without, all day long, my seeing Titus.

She's pregnant.

What?

She's pregnant.

Expecting some dead guy's kid.

What?

Apparently, she even married him after he died.

- Is that legal? - Hardly.

But she was so persistent,

she was so desperate

that they felt sorry for her

and gave her permission.

Would you do that?

I don't know.

It's wild.

Shots all round or we won't get in.

Here's to the results.

One, two, three...

Because of your blue eyes.

Because of your hair having fun challenging the sun.

With their fiery glare.

Because you're 20 years old.

You suck!

And love life like a blood-red fruit.

That you pluck with a laugh.

So the world belongs to you.

To do whatever you want.

Sorry for now but ready to do it again.

You play with my heart

like a spoilt child

who demands a toy only to smash it to bits.

Because I'm so in love.

You steal my nights in the depths of my sleep.

And bring tears to my days.

Because I only have you.

My heart's my only master.

As master of my heart love calls the shots.

Because you live within me.

And nothing will replace the moments of happiness

in your arms.

I'll have no concern

with God or humans.

There we go.

I'd be ready to die

if you died one day.

Because death is only a game

compared to love.

And life is nothing without love...

I wouldn't go here anyway.

There's too...

Too much ego.

Too much hysteria.

I'm meeting with Francis Huster.

Great.

To be his assistant maybe.

Even if I got in, I wouldn't go.

Stella, it's Victor.

I'm outside the theatre.

They just put up the results.

We both got in.

I'll wait here for you. See you.

My name's been handwritten.

- They ran out of ink? - It's cool.

You're on the list. It's cool.

It's cool!

It's cool, you're in!

We're there, we're both in.

How will you manage?

I'll give birth before New York and

live at Dad's so he can do childcare.

Adele

Meszaros!

I've died! I'm dying!

I'm dying!

I can't see my name.

When the janitor came out, he congratulated me.

- You were super funny. - You were awesome.,

I can't find me.

My name's not there. I don't get it.

I don't get why my name's not there.

This is our home now!

Etienne!

You're in.

It's cool, we all are.

Just below me, but you're in.

We'll be able to sleep together now.

It's my dream to sleep with you.

My dream too.

About time too.

No interest in the results?

Sure.

It's just that...

Tl don't get in, I...

I'll quit acting.

So...

Now you know you won't be quitting.

Excuse me but...

Who are you?

I'm Patrice.

Patrice Chéreau?

Got it.

Lee Strasberg!

Let's go.

Juliette!

Laurence!

Stéphane?

Juliette?

You're so beautiful.

Such a beautiful mouth.

With super beautiful teeth, too.

Seriously, your teeth...

It shows, you have money.

Always had food on the table.

- Always went to the dentist's. - Why say that?

I'm going in, it's cold.

I apologize.

You intimidate me, that's why.

Apology accepted?

Yes.

Kiss me then.

Kiss me.

Or I'll hang over the drop.

I swear I'll do it.

It's in...

It's in my range.

- Kiss me or I'll do it. - I'm not into blackmail.

It's not blackmail, it's love.

Naked!

On the station platform.

I see a guy standing there. As bald as Kojak!

He waves at me.

She was

his new wife.

For the whole weekend,

I couldn't stop thinking of my mother.

And...

Any time I laughed or

if I had a good meal,

I felt like a traitor.

That's right. Like a traitor.

Because my mother...

She's all I love.

I love my mother more than anyone.

That's how it is.

Come on.

What the hell?

Scoot.

The class is starting.

Please.

Aren't you cold?

You have three marks.

I didn't...

I couldn't find the vein.

Today I shot up,

but usually I snort it.

Snorting isn't as bad?

Snorting isn't bad at all.

But I can stop anytime.

I just have to go...

Have to go,

for a week's vacation and...

I'd like to go on vacation with you.

To help you stop.

By the sea, in the mountains...

Anywhere.

How are you all?

So...

This is Isabelle.

She'll be my assistant director.

Pierre needs no introduction.

So...

I've decided we'll put on Platonov.

I've decided we'll put on Platonov.

In the Main Theatre.

With a real audience.

What appeals about Platonov is that Chekhov wrote it very young.

How old was he, 17?

He was 17.

One of the obsessions of many of the characters

is their youth flitting away.

So I wanted to see it with young actors like you.

Despite your age, I'll treat you as professionals.

Got it? So, today, a read-through.

With various casting options.

Depending on the table work, I'll cast the play.

I'm telling you now,

I cannot be democratic with you.

We're never democratic about casting. Right, Pierre?

I want no disappointment.

That way, supporting parts get the same intensity as supporting parts.

Doesn't make sense.

Sorry.

We all understood.

Yes.

What matters is the process.

Not stage time.

Long ago, I knew its owner, Platonov.

Sergei, whatever became of Platonov?

Perhaps she should ask me.

I believe I know.

You don't remember his first name?

I knew him too, long ago.

His name is, if I'm not mistaken,

Mikhail Vassilievich.

Yes, his name's Mikhail Vassilievich.

I knew him when he was a student, a child almost.

You laugh, gentlemen? I fail to see what's funny.

Time for you to recognize him, at last.

Or he'll burst from impatience.

Yes, his name's Mikhail Vassilievich.

I knew him when he was a student, a child almost.

You laugh, gentlemen?

I fail to see what's funny.

Time for you to recognize him, at last. Or he'll burst from impatience.

Yes, it's...

It's him.

Very good, keep going.

Why this silence, Mikhail Vassilievich?

Is it possible?

It really is you?

You know Camille had her baby?

She refused an epidural.

She lost a lot of blood.

It's a boy.

She named him Leo.

Beautiful name, Leo.

She'll be back tomorrow.

So...

Stéphane will play Platonov.

Laurence

will play Anna Petrovna.

Victor...

Sergei.

Stella...

You'll play Sofya Igorovna.

Juliette...

You'll play Sasha, Platonov's wife.

Adele, Grekova.

Baptiste...

Triletsky.

For the parts of the old folks, I don't know yet.

Claire, maybe you'll play old Babakina.

Ossip, to be decided.

First, I'd like to hear...

Franck, then Etienne as Ossip.

Excuse me...

What's up?

You didn't say my name.

I don't have a part?

Not for now.

May I ask for your reasons?

She wants reasons.

No, you may not, or we'll be here for hours every time.

I said there's the old folks.

- Maybe you'll play an old lady. - Great.

Sorry.

I said, no disappointment.

- I can ask, right? - There's Katja coming up, too.

And there's me.

Meaning?

Yes! I always forget you.

- You do. - I forget you.

I'll be staging something, too.

Maybe Penthesilea.

Not "maybe."

Penthesilea by Kleist in the Small Theatre.

- My Platonov in the Main Theatre. - And my Penthesilea in the small one.

Exactly. Let's keep going.

Franck, with Platonov, please.

- What is it? - Sorry to interrupt.

An urgent call for Franck.

And you?

You're okay?

I'll finish the rehearsal,

and be right there.

Well?

Go on, tell me.

Well?

I have a daughter, that's all.

That's wonderful.

I have a daughter!

Happy?

Yeah, I think so.

Your wife? How is she?

They did a test on her and...

What test?

For AIDS.

Twice. They didn't get enough blood first time.

When you give birth,

they do lots of tests.

It's normal.

I have a kid.

I got a key cut.

You know, I'm nuts.

You gotta know.

You can...

- You can still stop... - Why say that?

Why say that now?

Because I gave you my house key?

Not at all. I said it...

You can do what you want.

I'm telling you, that's all.

Everybody's nuts.

Yeah, but I'm nuts...

Like

psych ward nuts.

What do you mean?

I see only black.

Not true.

Sometimes you're super happy.

Bonnie and Clyde, let's go!

Time for school!

Move!

Don't I get a kiss?

My place?

Or your place?

C'mon, Andy, y'know!

Gimme a yes!

Do the lights?

Here we go.

Another! It brings good luck.

Go on!

Hold on, it's my wife's car.

Like we give a shit.

Faster.

Do it!

Faster!

- Floor it! - Go! Please!

Let's leave here, Sergei.

- Here? - Yes.

It makes you laugh. Go on!

- All right, but why? - I want to.

You want to?

Abroad, perhaps. You'd like that?

Yes! If it's what you want.

Yes! Go on!

All right. But why?

You promised, no questions.

No! Keep it light.

You promised, no questions.

There. Very good.

We shall leave tomorrow.

More! Up!

Tomorrow, we shall be gone.

A new life!

You're bored here. Naturally. Of course.

Impossible company. The Petrins, Cherbukhs...

Don't blame them. It's not them.

Too flat! Each idea is an event.

When he got the thing, you felt saved.

So, say it.

- We shall leave tomorrow. - Yes!

Let's leave tomorrow.

More.

You're bored here. Naturally. Of course.

Impossible company. The Petrins, Cherbukhs...

Stop tormenting yourself like this, all the time.

Stop tormenting yourself.

Why? Everything's fine.

- Yes. - Okay, moving on...

Where do you women find so much sadness?

What makes you sad?

Console yourself. Be happy, live life to the full.

Too settled. Don't settle!

Again. Go on!

Don't look at me. Focus.

Might we not lay off this nostalgia, as Platonov would say?

What was that? What did you find there?

You stutter!

What have we found? Sergei stutters!

He stutters.

Come here.

- You turn me on. - Patrice!

Victor, I love it when you stutter. Stutter!

There! You found it!

Victor, you turn me on!

Turn around!

I was in the toilet.

Sorry.

Pierre Romans, I love you.

Get some lunch.

We resume at 2.

All right.

I rang on his doorbell last night.

- Pierre's? - Yes.

No!

Why not?

He opened up?

I slept on the doormat...

You slept on the doormat?

Later, he opened up.

Early in the morning.

He was so handsome.

So gentle.

I thought he was into guys.

Lucky coincidence.

You're back, Camille.

I'd like you to play Penthesilea.

The Queen of the Amazons.

I think only you here can play her.

But you'll have to dig deep.

Are you in?

You know what I'm saying?

Yes, I see what you're saying.

Are you okay?

What are you doing?

You ever saw a breastfeeding Amazon?

No.

So there.

I missed New York. I won't miss Penthesilea.

The right breast is the one they cut off.

They didn't need it.

The left breast,

nearer the heart,

they kept it.

In case they fell in love.

Pierre offered you Penthesilea?

Be careful.

The syringe

must be new.

I caught hepatitis once because of that and...

It's dangerous.

Wind it around.

And pull it.

Beautiful veins.

Always toward the heart.

Hail the triumphant!

Warrior Queen of the Rose Feast! Victory!

Say nothing of my victory!

Say nothing of the Rose Feast.

Battle calls me once more into the field.

I must throw myself into the tumult of combat.

Where its mocking smile awaits me.

And vanquish or live no more!

If only you wanted, my queen...

He's asleep?

But it's great. You're nailing it.

Maybe he's tired.

No!

I love you.

No, I'm getting that sinking feeling, the need to cling to each other.

But I'm not getting...

I'm not getting despair.

It mustn't be a trivial thing, it mustn't be sensual.

I need greater urgency between you.

If you don't make love together, you'll die!

You were running out of oxygen and, suddenly, there's air.

More! Keep up the intensity.

Let's go again. Isabelle!

"Afraid"?

No! No, before.

- After! - No, before!

Where? You said it earlier!

- "You're afraid"? - No!

Yes! That's it. Go on.

Keep it up. Presto!

You're afraid, Sofya Igorovna?

Platonov! You lie.

I'm not afraid. I do not care to be afraid.

Very good.

Back here in an hour for the Triletsky-Anna scene.

You're here?

Isabelle, come on.

- Okay? - Yeah.

You find that normal, touching my woman's pussy?

I didn't touch her pussy.

Stop, it was for the scene.

Screw your scene!

Are you nuts?

Whoa, hands off my woman.

She's not yours. And you're not Marlon Brando.

Let go of me!

Shit, take it easy!

Calm the fuck down!

What you want?

You're the mobster? What is this?

Poor dope.

Chill.

Don't touch me.

Yeah, right.

You're a slut, aren't you?

- That's right. - Slut!

This business is for sluts and faggots.

Exactly!

Stella!

He pushed not punched me. I slipped.

He doesn't hit me.

He didn't do anything. He held back, in fact.

It wasn't at all violent.

He's kind.

He is profoundly kind.

I know it.

After stuff like this, I bet he feels terrible.

Of course.

The poor guy, go comfort him.

The day he won't hold back or be profoundly kind,

you won't see it coming.

He says, when he's clean,

he's in a kind of tunnel. Dark and empty.

Without light at the end.

He says no one can imagine the horror of that tunnel.

Saint Teresa, you think you'll save him?

Save him with your little arms?

Pretentious girl.

You know nothing and you're pretentious.

No, I know I'm here for this.

I'm here for this.

What are you doing?

You plan to sleep here?

I'm not allowed to do this.

I'll close up the theatre, shut you in.

You'll be okay?

Sure, thanks.

Lights out.

Chéreau said, "You..."

"Keep this up and I'll call your mother."

Call my mother.

He said, "With that"

"you can't work, Etienne."

Maybe he's right.

He knows zip.

All he knows is coke.

He's a preppy dude who

who does coke and acts like he knows, but he knows zip.

Be happy he cares about you.

- He doesn't. - Does.

- He doesn't care about me. - Does!

He doesn't care, he's just scared of me.

I swear. Chéreau's scared of me.

Well, I'm not scared of you.

And I love you.

I want us to be together a long time.

Maybe one day...

One day what?

One day what?

I wish you'd see a doctor, Etienne.

Why are you giving me shit?

I'm not giving you shit, I'm talking.

- I said I'll quit without doctors. - I know.

What's with doctors?

Do it.

Why's everyone giving me shit?

Or let me try it.

Let me try.

So I know what it's like.

Stop!

I'm running late. Can you look after her?

Here, give her that if she cries.

Any problems, just come get me.

Go ahead, try to age.

No teeth, for example. What if she had no teeth?

She still has teeth, she's biting her lips. Come on.

- I don't know. - Me neither, we're looking.

Chew!

You're pretty. It's a pain.

Squint a little.

And chomp.

What if she laughed?

No, too tiring, wasting air.

Keep it inside.

There you go.

Yes, Gilbert was a real heart-throb.

Such a handsome man!

Franck's wife has AIDS.

What?

He just told me.

He swore me to silence.

She was tired out.

For the baby, they'll know at 18 months.

He refuses a test.

He says he feels fine

and he'd prefer to die without knowing.

And I slept with him twice.

Without a condom.

Actually, once for real.

And one blow job.

You swallowed?

A bit.

You can't catch it like that.

Not from oral.

I feel like I have swellings all over.

Let me see.

No.

There's nothing.

Hold on, let's see.

There's a little one.

Feel it?

I feel it.

I feel it. Yes, I have one.

It's a new exercise?

Franck's wife has AIDS.

For the baby, it takes 18 months. Franck refuses a test.

Anais slept with him twice without a condom.

I slept with Franck, too.

You slept with Franck?

Yeah, why?

Because you slept with Stéphane and Baptiste.

And I slept with them, too.

I'll be covered in pustules.

I'll lose 30 kilos.

Don't touch it.

It's harsh, really harsh.

I'll drop out of school.

Everybody has that there.

I swear, I felt it.

Thanks.

Don't recognize me?

I did the workshops with you all.

Of course.

I saw an ad for a waitress.

It seemed like one way of being here.

For sure.

And I get free tickets to all the shows.

That's great.

It's going well?

Yeah.

It must be awesome.

Yeah, at the same time...

It's not...

- It's not? - Not easy but...

What's not easy?

Nothing...

Everything...

Life.

Life isn't easy for anyone.

It's still awesome, being here.

I mean...

At the heart of European theatre.

The world's greatest directors all...

Earlier, I glimpsed Koltés.

- You know him? - Kind of.

Excuse me.

I'm scared.

I'm pregnant.

I haven't told Etienne. I'll abort.

I bet it's a boy.

He'll grow up tall and handsome.

He'll be bright.

He'll protect you.

If you abort today, at age 40,

you'll dream of that tall, handsome boy,

that bright kid

who'll be gone.

I already aborted, in fact.

This morning.

Alone?

I went to the hospital.

They put me under.

I woke up the same as before.

And never the same again.

Look hard.

Look better.

I'm looking!

I don't have it.

Check your pockets! Your pockets!

I checked! I don't have it!

Fuck it!

Etienne?

Then you cast strange looks at me.

You fly into a rage.

You shout.

You follow me as if spying on me.

Why this surveillance?

What am I to you?

Stop, Platonov.

You lie.

I'm not afraid. I do not care to be afraid.

Where was it?

It's empty, though.

I looked everywhere for you. I was worried.

Be right there.

You're holding up the run-through.

- May I? No, you may not!

- What's wrong? - This is mad.

- What's mad? - You keeping everyone waiting to...

You want to be courted, is that it?

You want to court me? Sure. Come on, like before.

I'm fine with you courting me.

You can't hear the truth now.

What? What truth?

From whom? You?

Coming from you?

- What do you do all day? - I rehearse, I work, I dream.

No, you shoot up with students.

You know what you are?

No, but I'm sure you'll tell me.

You're weak.

That's great. Weak can be charming.

Trouble is, when you die,

you're forgotten.

Come on, let's go.

The meal is served.

The meal is served. Aren't you happy, Nikolai Ivanovich?

Music!

Goodness, what are you made of? It's atrocious!

Why do you live? Why no interest in science?

Why don't you work, animal?

Mikhail Vassilievich, leave me be!

Stop. Time?

- One minute twelve. - No good.

That's no good. The first night's in ten days.

You're imprecise. I'm asking for precision,

not emotions.

So...

Stella, you change after pushing the table, not before.

- Yes, sorry. - No apologies. Be precise.

Anais, the tablecloth right away. Anais?

Yes, here.

Where is Anais?

She's here.

The tablecloth, right away!

You keep everyone waiting.

You make my play a stage.

A mess! You make my play a mess.

Baptiste...

Look at you.

What's that jacket? Can't you dress? And only after pushing the table.

After doing the tablecloth.

Right, Baptiste?

Next up, no candelabras on the table.

Why cling onto them like a jerk upstage?

I want them on the table when the lights come up.

Too complicated for you?

You're slow, Etienne. Speed it up!

Victor, the little table. Push it, roll it.

Don't carry it like a dumb donkey.

I know, but the wheels were broken.

- What? - The table wheels were broken.

May I ask why Victor's wheels are broken?

- No? Why are the wheels broken? - I don't know.

May I ask why Victor's wheels are broken?

Why are they broken?

Why is the stage not ready? My set isn't ready!

Check that the wheels of Victor's table are working!

Check the wheels of all the tables in the theatre!

In all Nanterre! I will not walk around town

with a table and wheels that don't work.

Still here?

You need a lift?

No, thanks, I appreciate it but I have a lift.

With my girlfriend.

Come have a drink.

A quick one, come on.

Sit down here, come on.

What do they say about me?

- Nothing. - That I'm a monster?

Right?

Not at all.

They say I'm nervy? On edge?

No, I...

I never say people heard that.

I mean, say people say...

I used to be on edge, a bundle of nerves.

But |I...

I changed.

Changing's good, right?

Yes.

You change too, sometimes?

Yes.

For example, one time,

I got my hair cut.

It wasn't...

I can't explain it. It wasn't that I...

I didn't want a whole new hairstyle.

It was for a change, yeah.

I like working.

I adore working.

It's what I like best.

Since forever.

It doesn't fade with age.

And meeting people like you guys,

you see, it gives me new hope.

Sure.

Gives me heart.

Kiss me.

- Sorry? - Kiss me.

I have to go.

Come on.

She'll be waiting.

Gently.

How's your wife doing?

They've put her on new medication. It's very strong.

She doesn't eat, she's lost weight.

When I make love to her, I can feel her bones.

But she's not scared.

She's calm because she believes in God.

Where to? You have something lined up?

No, nothing lined up.

I'm quitting.

I've decided to quit.

Go home.

I'm going.

- I apologize. - It's cool.

Can we be friends?

Anyone in there?

Is that you?

Etienne, I'm scared.

Call the emergency services.

- Call them! - Do you mind!

Call them.

Call them!

He's dying up there! He's dying!

It's okay!

It's okay, he's breathing!

He's breathing!

He's alive.

What are we doing here?

We met up in this café?

Yes, in this café.

You were late and...

You don't remember anything?

I remember

you're beautiful.

You just had an overdose.

Gosh.

They put us here, they didn't want you inside.

I understand.

They refused to call an ambulance.

I had to go across the road to call.

Who?

An ambulance. We're waiting for it.

Why? Why'd you do that?

Like you called the cops.

Always deciding for me.

You need to go into rehab somewhere.

Find a stand-in, then find a place.

They'll understand. I can help organize it.

The lady organizes.

Where do you want me to go?

Where do you want to put me?

I want us to split up.

I love you, but I want us to split.

I understand.

Wait for me!

Sorry!

Hello.

I'm calling for the results of AIDS tests.

I wondered if you had them. My friend and I came in three weeks ago.

My name is Anais Buisson.

And my friend's name is Claire D'Arbasy.

Ma'am, sorry, can you please give me them over the phone?

They're in front of you but you can't give them to me?

Please give me the results, ma'am.

I'm begging you.

Hello, ma'am, I'm Claire D'Arbasy. We really can't come in.

We're in...

Abroad.

In Italy.

Working on a film by Bertolucci.

Really, please, put yourself in our shoes.

We are very worried.

We need our results now, okay?

Please, ma'am.

Please.

We're negative!

We haven't got it.

I waited up for you.

I slept at my mother's.

Let's get into costume.

I love your back.

Just there.

Right there.

[ love it.

Come on.

You two aren't in costume?

- We're going right there. - Hurry.

By the way, last time, in rehearsals with Juliette,

when you ate the apple, you licked your knife.

Do it again for me. You won't forget?

I love your neck as well.

One thing's for sure. Act like that and we don't go up.

I won't do it. I'll cancel.

It's not a hobby, acting. It's not nothing.

It's dangerous, serious.

You have a responsibility when you act.

I can be here, guiding, directing,

but I have to see that this production matters to you.

In real life, aren't you touched by love stories?

The act of living?

It matters to you?

It makes you suffer, laugh and cry?

And it's life that you're supposed to be depicting.

Why should I sit here to watch people on stage, pretending?

There's no point.

If that's it, I'll sit in a café watching real people.

Why waste my time in a theatre, watching people who...

Who feel no necessity.

No necessity to act.

Nothing.

You're playing Chekhov's characters.

You bring nothing to the stage. Nothing!

No solitude, no passion, no life.

Nothing!

Let's go again.

We'll do the fireworks scene.

Which scene?

Which scene is it?

Act 18, scene 2.

Act 187.

Act 2, scene 18.

Sorry.

He stresses me out.

Let us be friends, my dear.

Why would we be enemies?

A couple more words, please!

There they are, the main parties.

Holy shit!

Come and light fireworks, all of you!

Give me your hand, Mikhail Vassilievich.

Thank you kindly.

Mama, where are you?

Gawdy!

Platonov!

Mikhail, Sergei! Wait till we're all here.

Come, Sofya, you seem sad.

Where are you all?

I'm coming!

You're the genius, not him.

I know it.

I'd like to work only with you. All my life.

Sure, you say that now.

No, I'm saying it for real.

Well, I'm going to do a bit of work.

Seeing you warms my heart.

I did the workshops and got cut.

You liked me, and I'm here.

If you need me.

Listen to me...

I can do it all.

Sir, I can be funny!

I'd like us to get married.

So...

Three days of rehearsals left.

I've decided to cut acts three and four.

So we'll do acts one and two up to the fireworks scene.

It's a lot of work.

The first two acts are a lot.

Excuse me...

I'll have nothing to do.

- What? Can't hear you. - I'll have nothing to do.

Meaning?

Katja's scenes are in acts three and four.

Yes, I know. But you'll still be there.

But the scene with Stéphane, "I have eyes," for example...

- It's cut? - It is what it is.

What's the point me doing this school?

Stop it.

Honestly, I won't learn anything.

If all I get is a walk-on part.

All you get is not a walk-on part.

It is. I wheel old folks and serve meals.

So acting requires you to speak?

No, acting requires me to do something.

Something to do, like serving meals.

I don't want to serve meals.

All right, so it's a mistake.

A mistake.

I didn't want you here.

Pierre insisted.

Remember, on the results, your name was added.

Pierre added it. I didn't want to take you.

It's only because Pierre insisted.

I'm not moved by you.

Excuse me?

That's how it is.

I can't help it.

Excuse me...

Excuse me, actually, I want to act in Platonov.

It turns out my scenes were at the end.

Now you've decided to cut the end,

I'm no longer in Platonov.

And that makes me sad after learning the whole play by the way.

Yes, but I don't care how hard you worked.

You have a big ass. That's trouble, that's...

What are you doing?

I love you.

Not me.

Sorry.

One

two

three...

And naked girls throwing themselves at me.

Admiring me and killing me.

And fighting over my virtue.

Then when I'm done

with being their idol

I'll go back on stage like in the glory days

I'll make my eyes cry

I'll say my goodbyes.

And the next year, I'll start over again.

And the next year, I'll start over again

I'll sell my body

for posterity.

News around school will say that I'm queer.

That my eyes reek of alcohol and it's a good time to quit.

They'll pull me to pieces.

And sully my past.

Then I'll be old, I can go off to die

I'll look for a god who'll be able to forgive me.

I want an unhappy death.

To have no regrets.

I want an unhappy death.

Miss!

Your boyfriend's mother on the telephone!

No! I just told you he's not.

She keeps saying Etienne's dead. I told her he isn't.

Honestly, you're wrong.

Go and see. I bet he's breathing.

He does it all the time. We know.

Stop it! Stop talking now!

I don't get it. I can hear ambulance sirens.

Is it true?

What are you doing here?

You slept here with me?

What time is it?

The fire in a reactor of the nuclear plant

at Chernobyl is under control.

The number of victims, hundreds according to Western experts,

is still only two dead, according to Moscow.

The mass of radioactive air is moving slowly toward southern Europe.

On this Thursday, May 1, 1986,

the French hostages held in Lebanon, Marcel Carton, Marcel Fontaine,

Michel Seurat, Jean-Paul Kauffmann,

and the Antenne 2 crew, Philippe Rochot, Georges Hansen,

Aurel Cornea and Jean-Louis Normandin have still not been released.

There'll be an autopsy?

Most likely.

For overdoses, there's always an autopsy.

It's mandatory.

And there's an investigation.

- Like with suicide. - Stop.

It wasn't suicide, it was an accident.

Either we go home

through the park and

we wander the streets.

Weeping,

and despairing,

and wondering how this can be.

And ranting at him for leaving us.

Or we go through that little door there.

And we try to pull on our costumes

with difficulty.

Then we try to perform.

We try because

it's what we know how to do.

We try to perform for people who didn't know him.

Who have no idea.

So we try to perform as best we can.

Perform as best we can, thinking of him.

Wait.

Who'll play Ossip?

No.

I'll do it.

I shall even kiss them once more!

A game of chess perhaps?

Go ahead!

Here she comes!

Here she comes.

Come, Sofya!

We chatted so long with Mr. Vengerovich that I quite forgot the heat.

I am mesmerized by our garden, Sergei.

Which road do you take home, Porphyria? The lusnovska road?

No, lusnovska is the long way.

Go straight ahead to Platonovska.

I know Platonovksa. It's still there?

Of course.

Long ago, I knew its owner. Platonov.

Sergei, whatever became of Platonov?

Perhaps she should ask me.

I believe I know but his first name escapes me.

I think I knew him long ago. His name was Mikhail Vassilievich.

Yes, his name's Mikhail Vassilievich.

I knew him when he was a student,

a child almost.

You laugh, gentlemen? I fail to see what's funny.

Time for you to recognize him, at last.

Or he'll burst from impatience.

You okay?

Yes.

You're smoking?

Give me some.

Camel.

No, I don't hear it.

Wait! Now I hear it.

Stop!

Stop it!

Etienne?

Where are you?

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