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As children, life looked like a long expanse of love

with a host of encounters.

The choice was infinite.

We were all compatible.

What did future problems matter

as we could always

make love?

It turned out things would not be so simple.

Give me my phone!

- This one? - Yes.

Hi.

- You ok? - Yeah.

Two things:

Close the sauce bottles properly.

I did your dishes again.

I'd rather tell you than leave a note that'll screw things up.

- Ok. - Cool.

- Yes. - Hello, it's Sophie Legal.

So you draw?

Yes.

I've been published a few times in magazines

and I was in a group exhibition in a gallery about a year ago.

I carry my sketchbook

everywhere I go and I'm always drawing.

Ok, that's great.

Any secretarial work?

Yes, on my Erasmus year.

You know our catalogue?

Yes.

Not all of it, but there are some comics I really love.

We call them graphic novels now.

It's an American term.

Better for marketing

and so on...

We have no press department and want to set one up.

It means you'll also need

to call journalists.

- How's your English? - Good.

No need to be fluent, just answer emails.

Yes, no worries.

All we can offer is the minimum wage.

But that can change.

I'm not here for the money anyway.

What I mean is...

I'd rather work here,

even badly or poorly paid,

than be a waitress.

Great.

I have to warn you, I'm a real asshole.

You are?

Ask them.

It depends, you're not...

You're just demanding.

And a huge asshole, right?

Asshole or not?

Go on, say it.

Hi, Sophie. 10 minutes too early to be late.

On your last day.

Who'll you rag next?

We still have our starlet.

When's the Oscar due, Julia?

Shut up.

When's your film out?

No idea, we just shot it.

Relax, it's a short.

What a damn mess...

You're leaving us for sure, Sophie?

For sure.

There are criteria, unsuspected parameters,

that enter into play when it comes to love.

We must share affinities,

a number of them.

We ignore shortcomings

if we're attracted physically.

And see only the shortcomings if we aren't.

They say it's a matter of timing.

It takes a lot for it to work.

Not too sad, honey?

I guess I am a bit.

Liar!

No, I am a bit.

You'll be working for a publisher, right?

Yes, a great publisher.

With the best authors.

The crème de la crème.

I like comics. Will they publish you?

I hope so.

That would be cool.

She draws really well.

Yeah, I know, she's damn good.

What really counts?

Sharing tastes,

a sense of humour, a view of the world?

If we have a view of the world, that is.

Smell counts a lot too, that of the skin.

That's chemical.

We can't help it.

Where do demands end?

Where does utopia begin?

Sometimes, we think we find that person.

The one who has it all.

Shit...

Cockles?

How is the veal served?

- What's the veal sauce? - Ginger pesto.

- I'll have a burger then. - Ok.

Excellent choice.

- A carafe of water. - No problem.

At table 12, is that a guy or a girl?

A girl.

You'll miss this.

- I'm pregnant. - What?

Do table 5's rib steaks.

Table 15 has been waiting 5 minutes. Have you taken root?

I was on the pill, the anti-acne one.

Then I switched to the low-dose one.

I stopped cos I smoke, with my hormones and all...

What does Jean say?

Jean doesn't know.

Alright...

I didn't say, but I've left Astrid.

- You have? - Yeah.

- Since when? - A few days ago.

So where will you live?

With a buddy till I find a place.

Can you help me?

I've always lived with someone,

so I need some time alone to breathe.

Ok, breathe.

What's up?

It's not right, Sophie.

What'll the others think?

Who?

People talk.

I don't pry, but you know people.

Screw people. I'm splitting.

You must be kidding!

Shit, where is he?

Anthony, come on. Don't be shy.

This is Sophie. She runs our press department.

Sophie, this is Anthony.

It's his work experience week.

Ok.

He's Jean-Luc's cousin's son.

Jean-Luc, our boss.

Of course, I'm so dumb.

He doesn't look like a Jean-Luc.

His name's Patrick, but he prefers Jean-Luc.

I handle promotion of our books,

to get press articles and so on.

What do you read?

Mangas

and comics about history too.

Look here.

Try this. Philoctetes, it's mythology.

Philoctetes is abandoned by Ulysses on the island of Lemnos

where sex-obsessed Amazons keep raping him non-stop.

Ok.

This is about a teenager and his mom getting to know each other one summer.

The drawing's unusual but, once you're into it, the story's great.

Ideal for you, it's about puberty.

Sophie, can you bind?

What?

Push it, not too hard.

You gather your paper,

then slot it in.

Pull, let go...

and it's done.

Try it.

That's it.

Not too hard, I said. You wrecked it.

Start again. It's simple enough.

There.

We don't have a huge stock.

Facing out.

The other way around?

To defeat Daesh, these forces...

It sounds like Dash.

What?

It's like they're selling Dash.

What's Dash?

Hi, this is Jean, leave a message.

He'll end up dumping you.

Some bleeding here.

It's ok.

Make sure to brush well.

It's gingivitis.

The tartar builds up and food deposits attack the gums.

So go ahead and brush.

Did you do a panoramic X-ray last time?

I don't think so.

You're not pregnant?

I am.

Congratulations!

That's wonderful!

No x-ray then.

Sophie, fetch a present for Mr Osaka.

Mr Osaka?

How much was it?

26 euros 50, I think.

That's right.

You got the parmesan?

Yes, but not the brand you wanted.

Are you dumb or what?

I asked you to get parmesan, not sawdust.

Why make my tomato sauce only to put shit in it?

It gets me so mad.

And asshole publishers wreck great books by using crap paper.

The black is all washed out!

I take my pasta seriously!

How will you help?

At weekends, say,

and during holidays.

Weekends and holidays?

Every other week or weekend, like.

Sophie, I'm not in love, you know that.

So why did you say...

What was that?

You said, "I love you."

No, I said, "I owe you."

What?

Not "I love you." I said, "I owe you."

You said, "Me too," so we were good.

I saw you hadn't understood but didn't want to upset you.

So you wouldn't be sad.

When you have lost everything.

When all you have left.

Are your eyes to cry with.

When you expect nothing more.

When all you have left.

Are your eyes to cry with.

When someone has hurt you.

When someone has left you.

Nothing but your eyes to cry with.

When you have been bruised...

Maybe I'm just not made for love.

Love isn't just a quickie in the toilets.

Lots of other stuff can happen.

It wasn't just in the toilets.

We did it at my place too.

We used to laugh.

We'd talk.

We had something...

How was the sex?

That was...

wild.

You came each time?

Almost.

Even in the toilets?

It happened.

I've never managed to come.

I train every day, I exercise to strengthen my perineum,

as regularity is important.

Maybe I've already come, not knowing what an orgasm is.

Perhaps I've had one without realizing.

With the G spot,

you mustn't go straight in, see?

Instead, curve your fingers

near the vagina entrance

then do a to-and-fro movement,

like beckoning,

to trigger it.

After that, you'll feel

it's going to

kick in, see?

That said...

It mustn't become an obsession either.

That's the problem. Some people say

if you obsess, you'll never manage it,

like when a dog senses your fear and bites you.

Others tell you to exercise your pussy.

Make your minds up!

What time is it?

Half past.

Weird, it's not working.

Your hair usually absorbs it fast.

Are you pregnant or what?

- No way. - What?

You're pregnant?

- I won't keep it. - We'll raise it together!

What if I shaved my head?

The pill you took 48 hours ago ended the pregnancy.

This one

will cause evacuation through uterine contractions.

It will eliminate the embryo

and the mucous membranes needed for implantation.

You'll bleed like for a period, with a heavier flow maybe,

but it's nothing to worry about.

Alright?

Excuse me...

Can you come here?

Your social security card isn't working.

Have you renewed it?

What do you mean?

Here's what we'll do.

Give me a cheque as a deposit. Sort it out,

then come back, ok?

Here.

Ok?

Can we feel an attraction or complicity

and be mistaken?

If we cannot trust what we feel,

what can we cling to?

One thing is definite.

We can only be sure of our own version.

If you tell yourself a story,

you may as well believe it.

Bad news: bedbugs.

How to react.

Our health at risk.

How to react.

How to check if you have them.

You know what bedbugs are?

Yeah, they're hell.

They get into your bed, the floorboards, your books...

Why?

Do we have them?

No.

Not in my mom's apartment!

I saw a report and it was gross, like.

You see.

You didn't tell me about work. How's the internship going?

Great, we're on a huge case.

A criminal one.

A surgeon sued by his clients

for screwing up.

Really screwing up?

I'll show you.

Can they get a lot of money?

We want to stop them.

Our client is the surgeon.

It's rare for an intern to do conclusions.

This is huge.

The world's top firm

with the best private law department. What a break.

It's funny that you box, being a lawyer.

Why?

You defend people and hit them too.

It's funny.

Ever given a headbutt?

A headbutt?

Not allowed in boxing.

Is there a way to do it?

Do guys practice doing headbutts

or does it just come to you,

naturally?

It's not hard.

Come here, I'll show you.

Use the top of your skull. The forehead's too sensitive.

Grab him by the neck,

then power the move with the upper body.

Ok.

Got that? Try it.

That's it.

Like that.

I'd love to able to fight,

of knowing how to punch someone in the face.

A real punch, not stuff like this.

Fabien Rolin in the book section, please.

Yes, please hold.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, this is Nomaniak Publishing

and I'm calling to tell you about our new graphic novels.

Just a second, hang on...

Funny you should call.

Here we are.

An email from your boss in 2013.

"Fuck you and your crap taste

that lets you show off with your Culture Ministry pals."

I'm handling the press here now,

given that...

Pain in the ass!

We have Coco Jumbo by Léon Marret.

It's a totally crazy world.

It's the story of a leading CEO

who dies in the jungle.

It happens after he visits a uranium mine.

His laptop is stolen by a little monkey.

Actually, I'm not into mangas...

It's not a manga.

The author isn't Japanese, he's Léon Marret.

It's not manga-style drawing.

Know what I like?

You?

That American.

His drawings are...

really tiny.

Really, really tiny.

With lots of details and a really great font.

- Chris Ware. - That's him.

He's not with us.

But we have this too.

Philoctetes and Women.

It's really...

I may not have time to do an article.

With the new publishing season, the comics column goes.

Alright...

It's ok.

Hold on.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

You raided a stand?

No, it's all comics here. I was at the bookstore.

Look, my bag's torn.

Can you give me one?

What's your comic about?

Harassment.

Who's that?

François Daniel, he's great.

Good stuff?

Very niche, not your style.

I like niche stuff, you know.

But not comics.

True, not comics.

This is the director whose method we used on the short film.

It inspired Marilyn Monroe. It must be good.

And this is a real bible.

Freud was an asshole.

He trivialized the clitoris, but only 30% of women...

Sorry, I have to work.

- The cartoonist? - Yes.

The author, François Daniel.

It's magic how people draw.

Not magic, it's work.

I want a book for my nephew.

This is dark.

You prefer colour.

I can tell.

I like happy endings.

Hello.

Constance de Neuchâtel?

Yes. Hello.

Brought your portfolio?

Not a portfolio, more a sketchbook.

- Are you a student? - No.

I work for Nomaniak.

- They publish you? - No.

I run their press department.

Just to pay the bills.

You didn't study art?

No.

That's a pity.

Why not?

The thing is...

I sat the entry exams a number of times at high school and later,

but they never picked me.

I had a good file though.

It's interesting,

but I don't see your mark,

your personality.

It's still immature.

An art school could help.

Try taking a prep course.

How old are you?

I'm 26.

Too late then.

Actually, I'm 28.

I'm sorry, I'm late.

- You're... - Constance de Neuchâtel.

Hello.

If you need an intern...

- Sorry? - An intern.

It's tragic, no one reads anymore.

Bookstores are dying out.

Five of them have shut down locally.

Too many books are published.

Know how many for the new season?

38 boxes of them. 38!

Sophie...

About my room...

- What's wrong? - It's the bed.

You've got bedbugs?

I just wanted to save you.

Save me?

From that guy. He was talking this close.

I hate that.

You looked so forlorn.

He said bookstores are dying.

Dying...

We need to impose etiquette.

You look at the other person, you listen and speak politely...

The old rules make sense.

I'm not so sure about gallantry.

Women get mad now.

You hold doors open, walk behind them or ahead of them,

and they yell cos that's macho.

Do you find gallantry misogynist?

No...

It's hard to tell if it's gallantry

or politeness...

Fingers in the ass?

I shocked you. I was kidding.

Not at all.

- A bit shocked? - No.

Bulls drown from the ass.

I just found out. It's crazy.

If they fall in a pond or a pool,

they can't clench their sphincter muscles,

so the water of the pond enters via their asshole, they swell up,

sink and die.

It's crazy.

- Hot for karaoke? - Totally!

Totally? And you, Clémence?

No, I'm beat.

No, I have files to send by WeTransfer.

I can't. I'm going to the Café Chaud. Come with me.

- Ok. - The Café Chaud? No way.

Sophie, karaoke?

Les villes de solitude, a masterpiece!

I have a real problem with Michel Sardou.

It's a bit like Audiard's movies.

"We're not here to butter sandwiches."

Know what happened to Dupontel once?

He'd written 220 pages. The courier service went to Nice

to pick them up for the Paris publisher.

There was a road accident.

The truck burned with the driver

and the 220 pages went up in smoke.

So take care.

It's tough crying over your work when a guy dies,

but 220 pages is a lot.

If you could go straight to Nomaniak,

without shopping on the way...

May I show you my drawings?

Of course.

They're not...

Take mine.

So you draw?

What do you do at Nomaniak? Are you an intern?

No, I handle the press and secretarial work.

Just to pay the bills.

I didn't get into art school.

But I meet top authors like you.

You know, you don't learn much in art school.

Did you study art?

Yes, but I dropped out.

Know Pettibon?

No...

It dates from the 1980s.

I don't know what to say, but keep at it.

I think you really have something here.

So keep at it.

"Think, for the eye is not enough." Cézanne.

"One must begin by experiencing what one wants to express."

Van Gogh.

"Whoever said drawing is the writing of form?

The truth is that art must be the writing of life."

Manet.

Goodbye.

Sophie...

Would you possibly be interested

in babysitting?

I draw buildings better than I draw people.

Do architecture.

No, I'm useless at maths.

Ok, follow me.

This is our Practical Graphic Lab.

You can try silkscreen printing, lithography

and engraving.

We've always taught lead typography at our school.

Now, it's mostly for the art world,

either brochures or books.

The course tackles all these techniques.

These are previous entry exams.

All information, the graphic part, the documents, etc.

So this is last year's subject?

"Using these fragmented images and looks..."

- Could I have one? - Here.

Thank you.

Tell me...

What's the refresher course age limit?

25.

So anyone over 25 can piss off?

For a dispensation, you must explain your motivation before the exam.

Thank you.

The same fantasies again, the same barriers.

And that same old song...

Life isn't always what you want.

François' new comic revises myths

with a modern version of the Trojan War.

Two myths meet on the same island,

as Philoctetes meets the gorgeous Amazons of Lemnos,

cursed to stink by Aphrodite for seizing their freedom.

Yes, this hideous stench made their husbands flee.

So they killed them.

Philoctetes arrives on an island of Amazons hungry for men and sex.

To what extent is this book a self-portrait?

That's a tough one.

Self-portrait or auto-fiction, where's the limit?

It's Jean-Luc.

Remember that email to Mr Osaka?

Yes.

Asking about your gift?

That's the one. You signed "Jean-Paul".

- What's my name? - Jean-Luc.

When you write in my name, my reputation's in your hands!

I'm sorry, Jean-Paul... Jean-Luc.

My mistake.

And what's this crap English?

You're fired!

Through my stories, another, greater story appears, my own.

I try to make it greater anyhow.

A passion for Ancient Greece?

What interests me is...

I lack the basics.

What?

Hello.

You're Sophie?

No basics and it's too late.

Never mind, Louise.

If computers are tough,

ask someone.

Learn through practice.

I can't find your bras.

She doesn't wear one.

That's no good. You'll have saggy boobs at 50.

What's going on, you're leaving?

Louise needs rest.

She didn't go to work all week.

Didn't you notice?

No.

We're on different schedules.

I'm taking her home with me.

Louise...

Goodbye.

Room for dessert?

Do you want one?

If you have one, I'll take a bit.

You want chocolate cake.

I'm not sure...

I'll let you discuss it.

History often seems to repeat itself,

with new characters.

If only we learned from our mistakes.

But history often seems to repeat itself,

with the same characters.

Do you sleep on your back, front or side?

Depends if she's sulking or not.

In that case, I'd go for the Cross.

682 springs, firm support,

treated for bacteria and mites with aloe vera.

Ideal for a couple.

Go on, try it out.

Made in France, five-year guarantee.

On offer until Friday.

So today's the day.

I'll be right back.

Hello. Can I help you?

Daniel Johnston.

- Sorry? - The music.

No idea. I'm not into music.

Benjamin?

What's that?

The song playing.

The song? Daniel Johnston.

- Thanks. - Why?

No reason.

For comfort, go for a multi-spring or pocket mattress,

rather than double-cone springs.

Are you ok?

I feel dizzy.

Want some water?

No, I'll be ok.

- You're sure? - Yes.

What's your budget?

I don't know... 300 euros?

We have nothing under 700 here.

700 euros?

See it as an investment for the next 10 years.

You can pay in three instalments.

Get a Christmas advance.

No, but...

Don't you have anything cheaper?

Display models cost less.

I'll be right back, ok?

The Bultex 3000 is the best value, with shape memory.

Go on, try it out.

You don't notice the other person.

Even if I move,

you feel nothing.

It'll change your life.

I don't want to rush things.

It's not you. I just ended a long relationship.

No, you're right.

It's much better this way.

It's good to take time to get to know each other.

It's good.

I love this bit.

It's not great. A Dreamea?

I forget.

- May I look? - Go ahead.

It's seen a lot...

The mattress.

That's blood, I guess.

My period.

Thank God for that.

You're that type?

What type?

You won't sleep with a girl on her period.

Afraid of catching something.

You're the one who didn't protect your mattress.

Sorry, seeing blood makes me faint.

Blood in our veins is different.

It's blood all the same.

I'm not a jerk, I'm a feminist.

Yeah?

How are they filed?

On the left, lo-fi indie groups.

In the middle, it's more 70s' rock.

Then the 80s, cold wave, new wave.

On the far right, black music.

Black music?

What's that? Blues?

Jazz? Soul? Rap?

That's segregation.

Dad,

you haven't even unwrapped the CDs I got you for your birthday.

I unplugged everything to move the speaker and the stereo.

It took a weekend to hook everything back up.

It was three months ago.

We weren't here at weekends.

And I like silence after work in the week.

Is your job at the restaurant going well?

No. I'm sick of it.

Try to get onto a librarian course. You love to read.

I don't want to be a librarian, I want to draw.

I've drawn since I was little, it's what I want to do.

That's true, you've always drawn well.

Draw if you want, but it's tough making it a profession.

Lots of people have artistic professions.

Why not me?

My friend Julia wants to act.

It's tough, sure, but she keeps at it

and it's bearing fruit.

Really?

Yeah, she just acted in a movie.

She's made it?

That means nothing. The cinema is tough.

One film won't make your mark.

Catherine Deneuves are rare.

Her looks are going.

How old is she?

Give her a break.

I never gave myself the means to succeed.

I didn't study drawing.

You wouldn't let me enrol in the Wednesday class.

You said it was too arty.

I'd love to now!

So I'm going to try to get

a dispensation.

I might do evening classes too.

How's that?

You can still do evening classes as a librarian.

What did you think when you first saw me?

I don't know.

That you knew good music.

And that...

That you had...

That you were cute.

Appearances don't matter to me.

Me neither.

Why?

Because my buddies, girls mainly,

piss me off about my "pretty face".

What?

Can I see?

You mean you don't want to be loved just for your looks?

Yeah, like everyone.

Can I see?

That's not me.

No, it's Alain Delon.

You got me good.

"Using these fragmented images and looks,"

select lines, structures and values to form a black and white composition

"and justify the intentions in writing."

"Highlight the formal

and semantic characteristics."

I don't know what "semantic" means.

It's the analysis of a word's different meanings.

More or less.

So what's this Benjamin like?

Well, he's... He has very fine features.

He's very tall, with square shoulders.

And he's really slim.

That's nice?

Yeah, you bet it is.

He keeps sending me new music.

I love that.

I can't listen to it all but...

But you still haven't fucked. Incredible.

It's a change.

You know me, but I think it's great.

I only saw Jean at night.

All we did was drink and so on.

With Benjamin, it's real life, like.

You got a mattress discount?

Sophie...

Can I have a quick word?

I'd rather you hear it from me than someone else.

How can I put it?

I'm with Myriem.

Ok. Who's that?

Myriem's the new waitress.

When did it begin?

It's been... how long?

Two weeks now.

After two weeks, Myriam's your woman?

Myriem, not Myriam.

It's Myriem.

But, us, we...

we slept together a year.

What's the difference?

Are you in love?

No, I'm not in love. It's not about love or not love.

The thing is, it's... I dunno...

It's like butterflies in your body, your stomach...

Like endorphin when you do sport.

Endorphin grabs you.

You sweat, you stink,

but the smell gets you high.

I don't think you want to know all the details.

I do.

Go on, tell me.

It's pheromones.

It's proved scientifically.

You're drawn to someone's pheromones and get hooked.

- Totally hooked? - Yeah.

- Mine were no good? - It's not that.

- Bring the crates in. - Ok.

It's your absence

that makes no sense.

You've chosen a job where contacts matter.

Dinner parties and so on...

Fancy receptions...

You have to play along.

Staying alone in your corner won't make you Sophie Marceau.

Sophie Marceau...

If you have to go and shoot

in the jungle or...

in a cold country with awful food, will you go?

If a top director promises you

a leading role if you sleep with him, what do you do?

Right, that's enough.

Ready?

I'm giving up acting. I've had enough.

If I was supposed to be famous, I would be by now.

Some girls get noticed by going to an audition with a friend.

That won't happen now.

Enough.

Believe!

Fight, keep at it and believe.

Yes, we believe in you.

You're talented, you're photogenic...

You have to know when to stop. It's degrading.

Enough is enough.

What'll you do?

Auntie offered me a job.

In her gallery?

Why not? I studied art history,

not hotel management!

You only do two services a week.

You start with two services a week

and end up at 35, embittered, old and dead!

That's how it ends.

Who for?

I don't mean you.

Not you.

What'll you do now? Give up?

Yes, change jobs.

Ok.

You didn't really want to act.

That's not how it works.

So how does it work? Tell me.

If you think you were born to act,

you can't become an art dealer.

Just because it didn't go as you wanted.

So I wait until I die?

It's cowardly.

Cowardly?

So I'm cowardly?

What do you do to draw? What do you really do?

I draw.

I keep at it.

You keep at it?

Great, you can exhibit

in the toilet if you're not fucking!

Or fuck at the same time.

Make it a happening!

Screw you.

Get screwed.

What is true courage?

Persisting with no guarantee of success?

Or stopping in time

and changing direction?

Sophie!

It's ok, Jean-Luc already left.

I was explaining how I make him think I laugh at his jokes.

Want to see?

It only works from behind.

Move your shoulders like this.

Good, huh?

Your drawings are great.

It's badly drawn, but good.

There are lots of cartoonists

who are good but have no guts.

I can see you have guts,

even if it's clumsy at times.

You mean that?

You really mean it?

I'm a libertine.

You have a great body.

Thanks.

Can you get on all fours?

So I can see your back and ass.

Come on.

No.

You don't want to?

Did you just come?

No.

What's wrong?

I don't know. Hold on.

It really hurt.

Shall I look?

- Jesus... - Hold on.

What's this thing here?

Can you see anything weird?

No, where?

There?

I see nothing.

Breathe.

Breathe calmly.

Relax.

It's a bit unpleasant...

Tell me how it happened.

Well, I spent the night with a guy.

As we were having sex...

When he penetrated me...

I felt a very sharp pain.

Like a pang.

I pulled back and...

I looked but...

I saw nothing at all.

But an hour ago, when I went to the bathroom,

I saw a labium had tripled in size

and that it was blue.

Actually, a burst blood vessel has created a haematoma,

causing the swelling and colour.

You must have been very tense during intercourse.

Did you want to make love with him?

Yes.

The thing is, you provoked this.

Your body reacted.

Avoid situations that don't suit you.

Because this vessel that burst

could have been in your brain.

Excuse me.

Could you bring us the menu?

Just a second.

The menu, please.

Could we have the menu, please?

Alright.

We asked ten times.

You act like we don't exist.

All of a sudden,

your angle of vision is 45°.

You saw us?

Yes, I did.

I have an order to take and a table to clear.

A waitress lecturing us.

Unbearable!

40 euros to be treated like shit!

I treat you like shit?

- Yes. - I do?

You could have apologized,

with a smile, say.

I don't know CP whatever!

Waiting till I decompose to call?

It's me.

In here.

Alright...

Squatting her room?

I can't afford a mattress.

When's your housemate due back?

I dunno.

And your mattress salesman?

He just sends me music.

So, things aren't great?

No, they're shit.

I've no money, no work and no mattress.

And my pussy blew a fuse.

It did?

I'd just like to know

if I'll get to do what I want

or if it's all in vain.

Lots of people don't do what they want.

I know that.

So why not me?

If only I had love to hold onto.

But even that's shit too.

Being in love hurts too much anyway.

I thought Jean loved me.

- I think he... - He didn't love me.

He didn't love me.

He has no idea.

He doesn't know what loving is.

Or maybe...

he loved me...

Yes, he loved me.

He loved me in his own way.

That's it, he loved you in his own way.

In Bhutan, there's a matriarchal society.

Couples don't exist,

It's forbidden.

Women and men live separately,

with a street between them.

Men only visit if the women summon them to make love.

They leave in the morning.

I want some Xanax.

Make a wish.

Knees on the ground,

elbows locked.

I'll do 30 compressions

to a depth of five to six centimetres.

There.

At a rate of 100 to 120 per minute.

If we find the person lying there without seeing them fall, what then?

Always intervene if they're not dead.

Only two things confirm death:

the head severed from the body;

worms emerging from the body.

Mouth-to-mouth isn't obligatory.

It disgusts some people.

It allows you to rest though, as massage is tiring.

Sometimes it can last an hour.

The rhythm is that of Staying Alive.

After theory, practice. Let's try it for real.

I need one volunteer as a witness

and two victims.

All set!

Oh, my God!

Hello.

Can you hear me, sir?

Sir!

Ma'am, have you called an ambulance?

Is he dead?

Is he dead?

Hello, I'm with a man in his thirties, who is unconscious.

He isn't breathing. My number is...

He isn't breathing!

We're at...

104, Boulevard Richard Lenoir.

104, Boulevard Richard Lenoir.

It's Isis...

It's Isis.

They...

Bring him back.

Bring him back!

Please... I beg you.

Cardiac massage.

Cardiac massage.

Save him, ma'am.

Wake up!

Why wasn't it me?

Cardiac massage.

Mouth to mouth...

Why him and not me?

So what made you change?

The working hours were tough.

And nuclear energy is hot too.

Good pay?

Yes, the pay is a real motivation.

I can imagine.

Isn't this motivating?

Less so. The pay is...

Why're you in my room?

What is this shit?

What do we do?

Burn the lot.

Here we go.

Disinfect it or the hallway will get contaminated.

What a drag, I have an audition in two days.

I'm itching already.

C'mon, speed it up.

Move and keep your damn mouth shut.

Ball-buster.

What, Wonder Woman?

Go on, power the move and go for it!

Stay out of it, ok.

You a cop or what?

Who are you?

Not enough power.

What's the first thing to do? The pulse...

Ok? Let's get you into the recovery position.

104, Boulevard Richard Lenoir.

The most surprising thing is, even though we know we'll suffer,

take blows at times or give them at others,

even though we know it can end badly,

we go for it, we fall, we get up and we go back again.

Life is pretty fascinating.

So, the part

is that of an actress

nearing thirty,

who wonders if she should carry on or stop

as her career hasn't taken off.

She's strong, but her pride has taken quite a beating.

In despair, and in rebellion too,

she destroys her appeal as a woman, a seductress, an actress.

She shaves her head.

We want to film that powerful moment, emotionally, aesthetically powerful.

The clippers, the woman going from victim to warrior.

In a single take, without cheating.

You wrote that? I didn't see it in the script.

The script is changing a lot.

Ah, ok.

It didn't seem 100% finished.

The end is weird.

That shouldn't change.

Sorry. Forgive me.

Who are you?

I'm just a friend.

My friend's auditioning.

I came with her.

What do you think?

Would you be ready to sacrifice your hair?

It depends on the part.

It's like nudity, if it's important for the plot.

Hair grows back.

Want to audition?

Ok.

This one has great shape memory.

I'll pay you each month.

I'll see you every month then.

- Not there? - No, here.

- Yeah? - I'll explain.

Get an undersheet, they only cost 30 euros.

You don't want to ruin a 700-euro mattress.

Ok, I get it.

A bed's kind of sacred.

In a lifetime, you spend 25 years lying down asleep.

Really?

I didn't wake long ago.

What's this thing? A sex toy?

Want me to get you wet?

Life is surprising.

No one has a list

of future sorrows and joys.

We advance blindly.

That's not so bad.

We're always surprised.

I'm a feminist.

I said, "I owe you".

Did you come?

I need to breathe.

I'm not into music.

Interested in babysitting?

Know what I love?

My tits, my ass, your cock.

What'll the others think?

Want me to get you wet?