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Remembering it so clearly...
A decision made phoning a girlfriend
hearing myself say: "I'm splitting to Paris.
"I'm sick of a life without a future."
Another dumb statement,
but as I hung up, I knew I'd do it,
those weren't idle words.
Filling a bag with a random bunch of junk.
Lining up for a 1st class train ticket I couldn't afford
a symbolic gesture, so as not to show up like a bum...
I was going to bite into the big city, get a real mouthful...
- I don't get it. - Tonight it's not possible.
Why? I mean, I'm 18.
Wanna see my ID? Look at her!
This isn't a place for you. Try the Scala.
- The what? - Forget it.
Who do you think you are? Bitch!
No joint ever turned me down!
Floozey!!
Yes, you!
What's the answer?
To what?
I need company
and I got nowhere to go
Zip up my revulsion,
do everything by instinct,
outside be smiling, loving, peaceful,
inside want to puke on yourself.
Paris was tougher than I thought,
filled with people like me,
looking for the good life. So mark time,
find the Good Fairy who turns rags into designer clothes.
Have a perfect body for when the time came.
The time would come.
It always does.
Gauloise Lights!
Mentholated Royales!
I won $1000!
I never have luck!
Maybe it's turning.
- I'll buy you a drink. - No, I'm meeting someone.
Don't make me drink $1000 alone!
See?
What'll you have?
Why don't we screw?
A small town belle who wanted to find out
about city slickers.
Dad's a French teacher, Mom's a homebody.
Middle-class provincials...
In fact both parents are dead. I've got no family.
It's my life, not yours.
Don't feel you have to.
Why do you dress like a hooker?
I don't get it...
I mean it's very kitchy.
Is that your thing?
Or do you think it's classy?
Listen, sweetheart.
Say what you want about it,
all I know is that men love it.
Why change something that works every time?
Does your boyfriend dig it?
Leave him out of it.
What's he like?
A piggybank.
Why'd you come to Paris?
To be an actress.
A porn star?
No offence intended.
- But I know a lot of chicks... - I don't care.
Or what you think of me.
I'm smart enough to know
what I look like.
And I don't need anyone to tell me what I can or can't do.
Let's see where I wind up.
I'm gonna dazzle all the folks who wrote me off.
And I'm smart enough to know
I'm not the only one who talks this way.
You don't want a better life, you want to live it up!!
Can't we just screw?
We drank his $1000 into the night.
Next morning his puking woke me up.
I was on the living-room sofa
fully dressed, and I didn't know how I got there.
We had coffee together.
I stayed with him until I found a pad.
We became pals almost casually,
because we enjoyed seeing each other.
And we never did screw.
SPRING
Not freaking out too much?
I see you're still a million laughs.
I don't have your talent for clowning.
Or for being just human.
What's your problem, you bastard?
You going dressed like that?
| refuse to wear a slut's outfit.
It won't work. Lucie wouldn't
dress that way.
Take it or leave it.
- We'll grab a cab. - Why not the subway?
I get claustrophobia.
I don't believe it!
I don't know what's going on between you two.
But you've freaked her,
and she doesn't deserve it, not tonight.
It really hurts her not to come.
I don't buy sob stories!
You're a shake!
- Hurry up! - Fuck you!
Bastard!
I think the guy wants to give me a break.
Wants me to cut a record.
- A record? - Yeah, a record.
The demo is ready.
What demo?
I jumped the gun a bit.
I was thinking of those two tracks of yours I really like.
I don't want to blow any deals...
but you can't sing, Lucie.
We tried.
I'm not going to sing.
That complicates things...
We send your songs to my sister. She'll sing them.
What sister?
Marie, my twin sister. I hate her guts.
You said you had no family!
Forget it... Listen.
Nice voice... You want her to sing for you?
Look, I'm not the Virgin Mary.
I'm not a role model. I just do my best.
Can we get her to change her style?
Not a chance. She's into art for art's sake.
A lit student, who writes poetry. Get it?
- She'll come to Paris for the mix? - No, she hates Paris.
Suits me. I hate her.
She's a real twin, the identical kind?
They don't come more identical. Any other questions?
What about concerts?
You crazy? There won't be any!
OK, Morticia. You're on.
Won't be a second.
They're so alike!
It's so darling.
They may look alike,
but they're not alike!
Until we were 10, Dad took Marie everywhere.
I hated her for that.
One night, he did a number,
went further than usual.
He stared at me so hard, I wanted
to hide under the table, I thought he'd puke.
I can't believe you came out of the same womb.
It's too much for me...
Then he questioned us,
so all present knew Marie was studious,
clever, cute, and highly alert.
I was dumb,
I couldn't solve problems
or come to conclusions.
They're alike, but one of them's ugly.
At that age you believe your parents,
however outrageous they sound...
She sure changed her image!
It's the grunge look. The kids love it.
To me, it's more of a dyke look!
Lesbians buy records!
When she signed her contract,
she wasn't dressed that way.
What matters is her voice!
- You mean her ass! - Her ass hasn't changed.
Let's have some music!
He drove up...
In a dream car for two...
What's she doing?
...That he used to woo... So she climbed into his car...
That dream car for two... And took off all she wore...
But the devil wanted more...
Just close your eyes
Love and death's the prize
The man got his way...
In his cabriolet...
Morticia, you impressed me, and not just me.
You came on strong.
You and Lucie will slay 'em all.
Does one get an advance for a record?
Sometimes.
Up to how much?
I read you. Think you're big time now!
Fuck you!
Love and death's the prize...
A few months went by...
The big babe
With big black eyes
Is taken away...
It's bye-bye time for you
Help! She can't believe it's true...
It's happening in her street!
Lucie'll be thrilled.
She loves headlines.
When you're fifteen...
A voice says to you...
Your solution you can get...
From the medicine cabinet...
The bimbo wept...
She knew where they were kept, She'd come up against a wall...
She swallowed them all...
Just close your eyes...
Love and death's the prize
Who are you?
I'm Lucie Roland.
I live here.
That's my sister.
She came to Paris today.
I rarely saw her.
I should've guessed...
Was she alone up there?
Yes. I just gave a concert.
She hated crowds and wouldn't come.
Who's he?
He didn't know her.
He's very emotional. He's in shock.
Excuse me.
Go home.
Call me. I'll deal with it.
Go home. We'll talk tomorrow.
That whore!
She'd rather die than see me in the limelight!
Dumb bitch who made a spectacle of herself,
even when it wasn't her day.
The sister's gone and it makes no sense.
I have a clear vision:
two women inside a sphere,
their foreheads locked against each other.
If you remove one of them,
and falls into the other's domain.
Avoid, an abyss inside me,
that changed everything.
Look at me...
Who do you see?
Yours for the taking I could be...
Let's fly away
We both can play...
- Hello - It's Lucie. Can we talk?
Odd to hear you. I didn't think you'd call.
- I wondered how you were. - Nice of you. How are you?
Your concert was a smash.
Wasn't bad.
- How's business? - Fine. Very good.
The pilot went over well.
Channel One ordered 8 shows. As usual.
- Great. - Yes.
Steve phoned me.
There were VIP's last night. And you cut out.
- I was tired. - Sure...
Who'd you wind up screwing?
Hearing your voice gets me hard.
I could come all over you.
I'm not alone, I'll call you back.
Dumb bimbo!
Thanks! And you made me take your place!
Thomas. TV personality. Knows someone called Steve.
He has slept with her.
You look tired.
The cops kept me till 6AM. Wasn't relaxing.
They bought it all, don't worry.
- What are you up to? Because... - Because what?
It's not too late.
Go to the cops. Say it was the shock...
Listen to the messages.
I think they want us to make a record.
I want it to go fast.
I don't want to socialize and play nice girl.
Lucie knew lots of people.
Most of them only remember her ass.
If I'm her, things'll go faster.
I want the loot, and it's there.
You're dreaming...
I'm not. Listen to the messages.
- You said "we" can make a record? - I want to see no one.
You deal with it, and write the music.
Sorry, but this may be your one chance
to do something.
OK, but why do you have to become her?
You sing well, it may work.
- To speed things up. - You're that lonely?
Think it's easy to become someone else?
I'll laugh at every joke.
I won't let anyone pat my ass.
I won't discuss things, I'll just pout
and say "Don't ask me."
It's easy to be a bimbo.
You got 3 days to go to the cops.
If you don't go, I will.
I got 3 days?
It's my goddam family, not yours!
And I'll take care of the funeral.
Since you're her only relative.
You never saw it coming?
You could've avoided it happening.
If you hadn't come with me, she'd be alive.
Cut that out!
You didn't come with me for her sake.
You were dying to.
You wanted to hear your shitty music performed
When Lucie jumped to her death, you were grooving,
unconcerned with what was on her mind.
Keep it up!
What did she do to you?
Because her dad loved her more?
- She told you that? - Yes, she did.
She said her dad loved her, and you let him down.
That's not true.
No, wait.
I was just kidding.
She never said that.
She never talked of your folks.
One day, the father walked out.
A few years later he came back.
He hadn't seen us in 8 years.
He begged our mother to forgive him.
For 2 months, he was loving.
When he saw me, he frowned and said: "How you've changed."
I was close to tears, I wanted to hug him.
When he saw Lucie, he spun her around,
admiring her from head to toe, and said:
"How you've changed!"
So he kept on favoring one,
but changed targets.
I think she's ugly just to annoy me.
Won't you have a bite to eat?
Be nice, daughter. It's such joy living with you!
I loved in him what he despised in me.
Your pothead's here.
Good-bye.
- My sweet. - Hi!
Thank God for you!
I love feminine women.
At least she never screwed Sebastien.
After centuries of hiding their bodies,
women now have to abide by the norms.
See my long, tanned, hairless legs,
my flat belly, pierced navel,
my huge firm breasts,
my long lashes, my shiny hair.
I'm flabbergasted.
These are jovial hints
at how to be a trendy whore.
Everything has to fit in a pigeon-hole:
orgasms, dying one's pubic hair,
how one should be, inside and out.
Silly propaganda to be like you must be.
We'll all end up like that, right?
You do look a lot like her.
You gonna help me?
Well, I know where to start...
I'll do it with sugar.
I did it to my sisters as a kid.
I won't shave my legs.
You can't walk around in a dress, high heels,
with hairy legs.
They're how my mother made them.
Shaving is barbaric. I'm not asking you
to shave your pussy and flash it.
- You can't go out like that. - Forget it. The answer's no.
You went out in the summer,
in your home town?
- Did any girl have hairy legs? - I don't look at their legs
Didn't your guy ask you to shave?
Is he German?
SUMMER
Hi, Lucie!
Tramp!
Never again, dressed like that!
I spoke too soon.
It's hard to be a bimbo.
I knew dolling oneself up was time-consuming,
and hard work. But I didn't know how much!
The effort is why we respect them.
Respect them!
Every ten feet you get hustled!
Sure, a girl with your figure!
You mean "decked out" like me!
You're too cerebral. You want the bread, right?
Yes.
Come meet them with me, dressed like that.
I'm not a hooker.
No, but if you act female, we may get a tidy sum out of 'em.
No need. They dug the concert.
Sure, it doesn't matter!
Lucie!
The moment of truth, Morticia!
Lucie, my love.
Hi, I'm Philippe.
Nicolas, a pal of Lucie's.
- Haven't we met? - Possibly...
Well, my pretty.
It's been ages.
We're real pals, aren't we?
Hands off, OK?
That's a new one.
What did I do?
Maybe he's my boyfriend.
So don't paw me in front of him!
I didn't paw you.
You fucked up, get lost!
Get lost!
He must've liked her.
- You freaked him. - Sure.
He just misses jerking off in her cleavage!
Can't you say two words without being compulsively
crude?
Read between the lines.
At least use a little tact.
Don't insult everyone. You may offend a VIP.
And leave me out of your lies.
I don't want to get slugged.
Nicolas tries hard to make it work.
He also has bursts
of steering me straight: they don't last.
The truth is, he's with me all the way.
He identifies with twisted minds
and likes to rub against them.
Inching into the other side of the sister's life.
The janitor slides the mail under my door. So many letters:
all about love.
It's their only topic. Not just sex, as I thought.
She told us who she'd met, the money she made,
but never bragged about her love life.
Yet, it's all there was to brag about.
Even Sebastien never wrote me so passionately.
But I knew her nefarious schemes:
despite all the sex, men were the enemy.
It's Sebastien. Are you in?
Yes, I am. Where are you?
Downstairs. Can I come up?
You're downstairs?
You got out early?
W'd you know I was here?
I missed you, Lucie.
I've waited so long for this.
Takes time, bitch, but I always make you come.
I adore your breasts.
I'm a bit hungry. May 1?
He's been screwing my sister.
And she turns him on so much,
he's another man. He gets out of jail
and goes to her first...
I'm out, at last.
You've confirmed it. Now I know I'm out.
You're very quiet.
Aren't you glad to see me?
Tomorrow, I'll have to call Marie.
You heard from her?
You mad at her?
You mad at each other?
I didn't tell her I was out.
To surprise her, like you.
Mrs. Lentine,
the nice neighbor,
dropped dead.
She was an old lady.
Did Marie tell you?
I don't gossip with Lucie.
You never did that to me. Very funny.
They never sent anyone to fix the boiler.
When I needed hot water...
Hey, cut that out!
It's a drag!
I replaced her 2 months ago.
You'd best leave.
Armand's got our keys. I'll write you.
I don't understand...
I've understood too much. That'll do.
Stop it
What is this?
Wait!
And bravo for your thrust, asshole!
In fact, it wasn't a surprise.
The oddest things are the best veiled.
I never consciously suspected: "Did he ever visit my sister?"
Now I can tell when it all started,
and the times he came here.
My mind always managed not to make the connection,
not to realize it.
Not to know. It was better that way.
Once again, my sister had stolen what mattered.
It was that same pattern,
over and over again...
- What's wrong? - What was this important news?
Cat got your tongue?
I lied. We don't have a publishing house or a label.
No record company wants to sign us.
There's no advance coming. We're back to the day we met.
We got nothing.
I don't know what else to say.
Want me to leave?
Since when?
How long you been lying?
After the concert they were all hot. But it cooled fast.
Monday, 5 outfits wanted to sign us. A week later, none.
You should've come with me! I'm not copping out...
Where do we stand?
No one's taken my calls for a month.
A week ago you said we were signing.
I said it, because it's nice to...
Is that Bastille Day party a myth, too?
No, that's on. We're invited.
We're not outcasts!
Just slightly disgraced.
Let's say we went out of style fast.
Reminds you of your home town? Fresh air, greenery...
What do you care?
You gonna hate me forever?
That's not the problem.
You're a lying piece of shit! We've got to fix things fast.
That dress is a bit too obvious.
You should've worn the blue one.
I'll wear it once we've signed.
This one spells trouble. So watch out for your ass.
Not many cars. Aren't we too early?
At least, we'll get a drink.
Isn't there a bouncer? A guy who checks invitations?
This isn't a disco!
- I knew we were early. - So what?
We look like idiots.
No more than the earlier ones.
Like her?
- She's a special case. - At least she's relaxed.
Whose place is it?
I don't see him. But he's a VIP. A rough diamond.
He's in it for the fun and the thrills.
You two may hit it off.
- How do you know that? - I ask around.
- You're full of shit. - Fuck you!
- He wanted to sign us? - Indirectly. He's Mr Big.
What happened?
That's him, over there.
VIP's look like him?
- How should they look? - Dunno. Is he nice?
- As nice as you... - Fuck you.
Now's the time to get even. Get in there.
- Everything OK? - Just fine.
- Empty the ashtrays. - Of course.
Excuse me, Jacques...
- Have we met? - We met about Lucie.
Lucie F, the singer.
Is that you?
You prefer my parties to my office.
- Well, now I'm here. - Why do you want to sing?
Why do you want to see me sing?
I'd rather hear you. Have a good time.
Come and see me later.
- Where I should see him? - Beats me.
- He's a creep. - He's not...
You got lucky.
My mom doesn't want me to go to New York next year.
I'm mad at her. So I said:
"If you won't let me leave next year,
"it doesn't matter. "Because I'll be 18,
"and I can do what I want!"
You listening?
If she lays it on, you're in for a show, guys.
You listening?
Listen to this, you.
See that girl?
The one I was with before.
Your girlfriend?
No, she's not my girlfriend.
And she never will be.
Know why?
Because her body is a fabulous fairground
for sexual bullshit artists.
Know what?
I'm not interested.
Are you a homosexual?
That's right... I'm gay!
You told me to stop by.
Here I am.
Fine.
Lucie.. the others. The others... Lucie.
Come in. Sit down.
- Steve? - Yes, Jess.
Look who I found?
Lucie! Where did you disappear to?
She wanted to think...
You think too much.
- What about me? - Shut up, bag lady!
You're a guest. We're regulars.
Have a snort. Don't play cute. It's not like you.
Right, it's not like me.
What's going on?
I've watched you.
You've changed.
I've gotta get back in the swing.
Where are the others?
What do you mean?
What do you think?
I'm sorry.
Coming?
Hi, Miss. It's been ages
since we saw you. We missed you.
How do you want it tonight? Up the ass, like last time?
Stop it, or I'll kill you!
What is it?
You forgot the rules? It wasn't your first time.
I wasn't into it tonight.
If you have problems, I'm here.
Thanks. I'm OK. I'm tired and I want to go home.
You have changed.
My sister died.
- Your sister? - Yes, my sister.
What sister?
Forget it.
Coming to bed?
We'll have to get the door fixed.
We'll never mention her again...
Never.
Why are you here?
Where'd you go? I looked everywhere.
I was worried.
It's too long to explain.
- This is Sebastien. - We've met before.
- Why are you with him? - He's my boyfriend.
You idiot!
- He was Lucie's, tool - You're nuts, Marie.
Drop it, once and for all I
- Awhile ago you needed me. - And what did I get?
Hello.
Hi
Yes, I'm fine.
Wait.
OK, I'll be there.
See you later.
It was Jacques, the producer. He wants to see me.
Great!
Well, lady... You don't want a drink?
Thanks. I'd rather wait.
- Some mint tea? - No, I'm fine.
Best mint tea in Paris. It's on me.
I'm fine, thanks.
Sorry I'm late.
- Hi -You OK?
- I'm fine. - Good.
Two mint teas!
- Well? - Well, what?
You haven't answered. Why do you want to sing?
- Best in Paris. - She didn't trust me.
Don't worry. She's very suspicious.
Thanks.
Well?
There must be a reason.
No one forced you to sing!
What's your motivation?
Why do you think you interest people, Lucie?
I don't know.
Of course you do. Think!
Is it the crowds?
Hearing 'em shout your name?
Is it for love of art?
Is it all you can do?
Anyone home?
I don't know.
You show up dressed as a whore,
don't say a word, then say you don't know.
You're not very ambitious.
It's no way to sell records.
But I liked your singing.
Specially the lyrics.
OK...
Guess it's the wrong day.
When your speech and drive are back...
Hi, creep, it's Marie.
Next time we meet, lay off me.
You're almost a has-been.
I'm your last chance to save a career on the skids.
You run after success like a dog its bone.
Well, stop running, you've found your bone, it's me!
Asshole!
Who's Marie?
What?
You said: "It's Marie. " Who's that?
I never said that.
Hello
Why do you want to sing?
To make money.
And to make you stop asking me!
I'm downstairs. Come down.
- Now? - Now.
What's this game?
It's not like you.
I'm doing it for you, too.
You've done it?
What? Changed sides.
I didn't want Lucie, I wanted you.
Still, you visited her.
If you just want me for a quickie and a cup of coffee,
I can arrange that.
Now that you're someone else, tell me how to behave.
Have I really changed?
When I went to jail, a year ago,
I was dating a classy dame.
I was proud of you.
When I'd see a slut walk by,
I think of you, and feel proud.
Now look at you.
You're on their side.
It's not me.
If you go downstairs, I'm leaving you.
That's up to you.
FALL
Go on, baby.. you're beautiful... give me your eyes...
That's it...
Come on, Lucie... Give me all you've got...
Everything you don't show others...
You in a mood?
How can you spout such crap?
That's enough.
She's quite a case...
Lucie F. Your body...
I'll send a messenger, see for yourself.
Talk to you this evening.. OK...
See you later.
- You OK, sweetie? - Fine.
I talked to the photographer. He adores you.
Great.
Lucie's here.
You were late again.
So it seems.
Know what 2 hours with him costs us?
No, but you'll tell me.
Forget it.
Mind signing these...
Hi, you OK?
- What about Nicolas' songs? - We dropped them.
You can't. Two songs are fine.
Two songs on an album is a lot
He and I are a team.
You seen your teammate?
I'm seeing him in a moment. I gotta tell him
Deal with it. I signed you, not him.
Who am I in all this? I have no say,
I just shut my mouth!
You want the money, don't you?
So shut your mouth. See you upstairs.
What's that?
If you won't answer us, we find answers.
Your life.
I told you: there is none.
I'll decide that.
I reveal what I want.
Wrong. Reporters reveal what they find.
I need to know what they'll find. Money's at stake.
Shall we open it?
So Lucie Roland, born in Bar- le-Duc, Sept. 10, 1975,
Virgo with Virgo rising.
I don't get it. It's not like you.
A nymphomaniac bimbo. That's not you.
She can't write lyrics like you.
Stop it Please.
Let's go on.
You've balled so many guys, they'll write a book:
"Lucy F: The Quest for Sex".
- Let's look at your family. - Stop it!
They're all dead.
A sister, died the day of your first concert
A suicide, a twin sister called...
Marie.
Tell me about Marie.
There's nothing to say.
She was my sister
We didn't get on... she was more...
More what?
Here.
I think...
Let's stop everything...
I can't handle it...
It's not a job for me...
It's too late for that!
You're right...
This is private, we'll cope with it.
I'm overbooked right now.
Like some dumb yuppie!
That's what you wanted.
Know where this is?
Where I met Lucie.
I met her over there,
then we sat here.
She sat just where you are,
exactly there.
We drank all day long.
Then we were never apart.
We were inseparable...
I miss her.
Dressed like that, she looked cheap.
You look classy.
What are you getting at?
You want me to leave, I'll go.
I want to screw you.
I didn't want to with her
Let's say, I refused to.
You're different.
It's destiny...
I have to screw you, to get it over.
WINTER
I admire you...
You need your head examined.
You're all I could never be.
Thanks.
I've slept around... a lot...
I knew how to use my pretty ass.
She's brilliant. I listen to her songs
and feel they were written for me.
Audiences are dumb!
You're dumb!
If I say it's cool to jump out a window,
a hundred creepy girls'll do it.
We all want to be like her because
she's so cool.
Being a rebel's my trademark.
My fans have buttfucked souls.
Lucie's the reincarnation of Jim Morrison.
Kids buy any controversial hype,
if it enhances their identity.
- I don't like her. - A star's influential...
More than the Bible and the Koran together.
Why not use it for positive ends?
- There's no money in it. - Then why do you do it?
For the dough.
If the dummies buy my records,
why stop them?
What a role model for our kids!
So you're sex, drugs and rock 'n roll together?
Another dumb question, and I'll split!
They say you replaced your dead twin.
I'm splitting, asshole.
What took you so long?
Closing a deal.
Let's move, it's a drag here.
What was in Jacques' drink?
It's the Platinum disc syndrome.
This place is dead.
That's why I picked this hotel.
No one bothers you, and everyone's polite.
How much is it?
Dunno. The record company pays.
Hello.
Sorry. I knocked but... the music drowned it.
Doesn't matter.
Good night.
You're cute. What's your name?
Arthur.
- What's with your eyes? - Nothing, why?
- You're really called Arthur? - Yes, why?
I thought only babies were called Arthur.
How does your future look, Arthur?
My boss'| get mad if I stay too long.
Say you had to fix a fuse.
You're safe with me.
Even if you get fired, this is worth it.
You can tell it to your pals from down south.
It's cold!
Vodka must be served iced.
Watch out for your plumbing, Lucie!
- Where you going? - I'll be back.
I need some air.
- Are you alright, Miss? - Yes, fine.
- Do you have a car? - Yes, we do.
With a driver, for our customers, 24 hours a day.
I'll take it.
Shit...
Open up!
I know you're there.
It's Lucie.
I miss you.
To my place.
It's the same for everyone.
Why do you want a better life than others?
Because it's human.
Know this one? "We want to live, not survive."
"We don't want to live or survive..."
I get news of you from the TV.
I'd like some real news.
That's easy.
You can't disappear like that.
I needed a break.
What's this about?
What you need is a decorator!
You came here to discuss that?
I didn't watch it. The cover was enough.
I'll leave you. We're in deep shit.
Hi, I'm Lucie.
Calamity Jess.
Lucie F's porn debut with her pal Calamity Jess
What's your name?
Lucie.
- And you? - Calamity Jess.
- That's a star's name. - Lam a star.
- How old are you, Lucie? - 21.
- How old are you? - 25.
- So age makes a difference? - And how!
What is it?
Nothing...
You're shyer than her. Scared?
On the contrary.
You shyness excites me. And it must our viewers.
I hope they're jerking off already.
I hope they don't come too fast.
I spoke to Steve.
We're going on holiday.
Come with us. You need a break from all the pressure.
You don't care.
- About what? - The movie.
A film's made to be seen. People will see it.
Is that all?
They'll make millions on our backs.
On our asses, rather!
Is that all?
It's just flesh.
It's more than that.
No...
Our lawyers say we can't do a thing.
You signed a paper
giving them every imaginable right.
We can't play for time, they broke no law.
We must cancel the concert, try to cope with this.
Maybe call a press conference.
And figure out how we deal with the media.
Do we keep up the provocative side?
Or put out a story that she was broke and homeless at the time?
Who's she?
I don't get one thing, Lucie.
Why didn't you tell us?
You knew it would come out some day?
- Maybe I wanted to forget it. - Shit!
We could've jumped the gun.
Bought the rights before your album comes out!
That wasn't professional, Lucie!
Not one bit.
It looks like your ass on the cassette
You got it.
It's mine, and yours,
and Jacques' too.
- Martin the creep? - What?
Didn't sales go up after I slugged that cameraman?
What's that got to do with it?
Sure, it'll get us in the headlines.
But we don't need that.
It's bad for the long haul, get it?
Young girls won't think it's funny for long.
What'll you do afterward?
What's the next step? Bestiality?
Shut up.
What do you think?
I think... screw the long haul. It's not my problem.
Here's what I feel:
we don't cancel the concert.
Screw the tape! I've got nothing to hide.
Where you going? Can I reach you?
I'll be at your shitty hotel.
It costs you plenty...
I kinda dug that cassette.
- What do you want? - And you? What do you want?
To destroy everything?
Kill yourself?
- Stay out of it. - Gonna do what she did?
You gone romantic? Imitating her to the end?
That's no solution.
You're not alone in the world!
Some people love you.
I was the dreamer
You were the schemer
You deserve what you got
I love you not
I let my hate for you show,
The slut who's buried below
In the family plot I love you not
There's a place where dreams come true
They don't let in girls like you
There you don't need pretty things
No pearls or diamond rings
You were the one who could not sing
But you wanted everything
You thrived on being bad
And I wanted what you had
What's it like down there?
Down where our father lies
Down where our mother sighs
We'll all go there to rot
I love you not
You made it and you're proud
But please don't talk so loud
And you know what? I love you not
The girls who got paid to screw
Laugh in their tombs about you
They know pretty things don't last
They're soon a thing of the past
But pretty things mean so much
They're so sweet, so soft to touch
Yes, I was the dreamer
And you were the schemer
You're me, I'm you
Their pretty things, that's who we were
We loved them, but did they care?
Now they lie down below
There's room for us to grow
There's so much damage to repair
For all the pain and the despair
Why is life so cheap?
Why must we weep?
Sleep, Lucie, sleep
Seems it was a great concert, Morticia.
- Come, let's split. - That's all I do to you?
No time for big hellos.
Where you going?
Can you leave us a moment?
Wait for me outside. Please!
- Should I know something? - What are you talking about?
That first song was lovely.
A twilight song.
A farewell song?
- What do we do? - I don't know...
You tell me.
Now, Marie. Or it'll be too late.
So what do we do?
Where's Lucie?
The reporters want to come in. What do I say?
Say she just stopped by.
I never told you: that stage name,
- Lucie F. - What's wrong with it?
- It wasn't short for Lucifer. - What was it then?
One of the few books she'd read
- was a German book... - "Christiane F, teen whore".
My gift to her for our 13th birthday.
Doesn't surprise me.
Anyway, it's a dumb stage name.
Nicolas, sit down.
I'm calling it quits. I'm splitting.
It's an old plan.
Now's the time.
I'm free as a bird.
I've given someone here power of attorney.
I'm taking enough dough to live like a queen.
I want you to come with me.
- Why the nose-pinching? - It's a twitch.
A twitch. I'll bet!
You're loaded with coke, you're a star,
You've screwed 'em all, you're splitting for good,
And you're packing me in your bags.
Listen, Marie. I say, fuck you!
You distort everything.
- What are you doing? - Going home.
You're not.
Give me one good reason.
If you love me, you'll come too.
You'll come too." Let's examine the practical side:
- Where do we go? - Anywhere. Abroad.
- I don't like it there. - You seen the world?
- None of it. - What's your life here like?
- And yours? - I don't like it now.
In 6 months, you'll want to sing again,
Do make a spectacle of yourself on TV.
- And I'll be all alone. - I swear you won't.
If course, I will be. Why am I arguing it?
I don't want your deal.
You're a bimbo: you want
The world and me at your feet.
You couldn't steal what Lucie and I had.
And it makes you mad!
The crap!
You talk crap!
I'm sick of fame. I want a simple life." What crap!
You're a load of crap.
That turns you on, is people wondering where you went.
You want to become a legend. You're wrong.
In 6 months you'll be forgotten,
They'll remember you smoked joints on TV
And got your ass reamed in a porn flick.
- Is that how you see me? - No, that's what you are.
Jump out the window. Speed things up!
No, you're right.
Suicide was for Lucie, not you.
Lucie was human, honest,
She had a burning coal for a heart, she didn't
retend to be unhappy to revel in it.
She lived her pain! Whereas you...
We're the same! you pretend you don't see!
You idealize her now she's dead.
But I'm here, I'm alive!
You'll drop me as you did her, you coward!
You're a coward!
I need you!
You need no one.
Don't leave me all alone.
Turn back.
Don't turn back.
Turn back.
Don't turn back, Nicolas.
End of the journey.
I always think of this when I need a good memory.
As far back as I look,
It's the only worthwhile thing I remember.
Rosy, reassuring, lying view of life...
Like in a Christmas tale,
Viewing all life as being that way,
Nothing but happiness with a few tough moments in between.
The heroic lie of people who never give up...