﻿Writers basically take readers hostage.
﻿You're forcing someone ﻿to spend 5, 6, 7, 8 hours in your brain.
﻿People have less time now.
﻿10 years ago ﻿you ﻿had a minor bestseller.
﻿10 years ago ﻿you had a minor bestseller.
﻿Now people are saturated with info.
﻿They have every excuse not to read.
﻿The fact is,
﻿writers have less legitimacy now
﻿than ever before.
﻿Not to discourage you,
﻿but 10 years ago was the wrong time
﻿to leave and become a shrink.
﻿I felt so bad, it was like a suicide.
﻿A deliberate waste of talent.
﻿I felt emotionally amputated myself.
﻿Right.
﻿Sorry to be so frank.
﻿No, go ahead.
﻿But you need to know the score.
﻿You say writing is your priority again.
﻿Fantastic.
﻿But we both know inspiration is a lie
﻿and hard work is pointless.
﻿People write like crazy
﻿and end up with nothing.
﻿They think they have an idea,
﻿but fiction is not a subject.
﻿Fiction is elements
﻿triggering a process.
﻿Or it can be a pre-existing process,
﻿like a news item.
﻿That can work.
﻿Julien Dars wrote about an American
﻿who killed her roommate in Italy,
﻿caught between two justice systems.
﻿A crazy case, beauty on trial...
﻿Adele Simonie has a book coming out
﻿about the text message murder case.
﻿This girl texted a suicidal friend
﻿until he killed himself.
﻿Talk about great chick lit!
﻿Thanks for your advice, Basile.
﻿Listen, I'm here to read you.
﻿I'm glad you're back.
﻿- Send me your stuff. ﻿- Perfect
﻿Boris, what I have to say isn't easy.
﻿For personal reasons,
﻿I must put an end to our work together.
﻿I'm so sorry. ﻿It has nothing to do with you.
﻿I have no choice.
﻿I have highly competent colleagues
﻿who can meet you.
﻿They know.
﻿I can call them for you.
﻿You don't give a damn.
﻿Think I come here for your competency?
﻿I'll help you make ﻿﻿a smooth transition.
﻿Isn't it terrifying enough ﻿to have lived this life?
﻿And on top of it,
﻿to have to tell it all to a stranger?
﻿Look at it another way. ﻿You won't repeat yourself.
﻿You're fucking with me!
﻿You're stealing my work!
﻿Seven years of my life!
﻿You're taking them away.
﻿I'm gonna drop dead!
﻿Electricity's down. ﻿That game was getting old.
﻿Got a present for you.
﻿Thank you.
﻿You're welcome.
﻿I've got news.
﻿I'm writing again.
﻿I left most of my patients.
﻿Why'd you do that?
﻿So I can focus wholly on my novel.
﻿It's the only way.
﻿I think it's great.
﻿But how will your patients feel?
﻿What if a surgeon left an operation? ﻿"Bye, I'm off to write."
﻿A bit of guilt never hurts.
﻿Just a bit.
﻿Hello?
﻿Hello.
﻿Your colleague at the hospital ﻿gave me your number.
﻿Sorry, I know it's late. ﻿but I'm hurting so bad!
﻿Everything's wrong.
﻿I need to see someone.
﻿I'm sorry, ﻿I'm no longer taking patients.
﻿I didn't inform the hospital yet.
﻿Sorry, but maybe ﻿you could call them back.
﻿They have highly competent therapists.
﻿Excuse me, ﻿I'm sorry to bother you.
﻿- No worries. ﻿- I don't want therapy.
﻿I just need to make a decision.
﻿I understand.
﻿But you should tell someone ﻿who can follow you.
﻿Ok?
﻿I hope it works out.
﻿I'm so sorry, once again.
﻿Goodbye, good luck.
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﻿Here are two colleagues
﻿you can call.
﻿I can give you other names ﻿if need be.
﻿I'm 2 months pregnant but can't keep it.
﻿I'm so scared! I can't tell him.
﻿What will I do about work?
﻿Everything I've built ﻿will come crashing down.
﻿I'm so tired of lying!
﻿In my dreams,
﻿people unmask me.
﻿I'm afraid to sleep.
﻿Who's the father?
﻿An actor.
﻿He's an actor.
﻿He's famous. I can't tell you.
﻿How many did you quit?
I still have 5.
﻿I still have 5.
﻿I feel like ﻿I'm weaning off my patients.
﻿﻿I feel like ﻿I'm weaning off my patients.
﻿I kept a few. ﻿I'm working towards abstinence.
﻿I kept a few. ﻿I'm working towards abstinenee.
﻿- Are you tempted to drink? ﻿- Not at all.
﻿I'm in a very positive place. ﻿I'm mainly obsessed with writing.
﻿It's intoxicating too, ﻿but words are the drug. It's safe.
﻿I don't want to be my mother.
﻿Weigh my child down with my failures.
﻿Blame him for my disillusions.
﻿I never want him to think ﻿he prevented me from thriving.
﻿I'd rather he suffer my selfishness ﻿than my sacrifice.
﻿If you abort, ﻿he won't suffer at all.
﻿You seem to have decided.
﻿I'm not strong enough to keep it.
﻿I have to work.
﻿If I lose this job, ﻿I lose everything.
﻿I'm not judging you.
﻿But when you called me,
﻿you said ﻿you had to make a decision.
﻿Is making the decision alone ﻿the hard part?
﻿You don't understand. ﻿He got me the part.
﻿I owe him so much.
﻿Why didn't you tell him?
﻿What're you afraid of?
﻿He's crazy about me.
﻿He wants children with me.
﻿He's extremely sensitive. ﻿He couldn't handle it.
﻿And you feel he might jeopardize ﻿your role in the film?
﻿I didn't mention he's with someone.
﻿The director of the film.
﻿You quit patients to write, ﻿then take this girl?
You quit patients to write, ﻿then take this girl?
﻿She was in a critical state.
﻿It was complicated to reject her.
﻿You don't reject, you guide.
﻿I chose to guide her to my office.
﻿So it was your choice.
﻿We all have a weakness ﻿for some of them, right?
﻿Sure, but you have ﻿a weakness for writing.
﻿Are they mutually exclusive?
﻿My job is to say yes.
﻿Are you in love?
﻿I don't know.
﻿Want to talk about the sex?
﻿I didn't think...
﻿I would.
﻿No subject is off limits.
﻿There was this one time...
﻿Sorry, I don't think I can.
﻿If you started,
﻿it may be important.
﻿We were sleeping.
﻿I woke up and saw him looking at me.
﻿I sensed his desire.
﻿We didn't speak.
﻿It was like he'd waited for me.
﻿I started touching myself.
﻿He did too.
﻿He tried to come close, ﻿but I motioned for him to stay away.
﻿I tried to temper my excitement ﻿by staring at the door.
﻿But his gaze,
﻿the very idea that he'd been ﻿gazing at me like that,
﻿was so powerful
﻿I came before he did.
﻿I moved close to kiss him.
﻿The intensity was insane.
﻿We hadn't even touched yet.
﻿When I kissed him, I tasted tears.
﻿He'd experienced my pleasure ﻿just by watching me.
﻿It had flowed into him.
﻿Something like that.
﻿I think he cried ﻿because he really saw me.
﻿Me.
﻿It was beyond sex.
﻿Is it your turn or mine?
﻿Yours.
﻿Sorry.
﻿Buying?
﻿No.
﻿Why not?
﻿You'd have all four.
﻿I don't understand your mind.
﻿You'll lose.
﻿I don't love you.
﻿I'm not into you.
﻿Our friendship means fuck all!
﻿I'm playing alone.
﻿I'm beating you bad.
﻿My turn to ask the questions.
﻿Ok, go ahead.
﻿What's your favorite place?
﻿In Paris, or anywhere?
﻿Anywhere.
﻿Right here.
﻿My office.
﻿Because it's my very own space.
﻿I know what you want.
﻿What do I want?
﻿For me to tell you mine.
﻿See you next week?
﻿Mine is...
﻿my grandmother's laundry room.
﻿Oops, mistake!
﻿Please, l must see you tomorrow. ﻿6 pm?
﻿See you tomorrow, 5:30 pm.
﻿Erase message.
﻿Tomorrow morning, 6:30.
﻿I'm not gonna let you pick the time.
﻿You're making me handle her alone.
﻿I can't watch someone destroy herself.
﻿Then do something!
﻿She's not someone, she's your mother!
﻿Not now, guys.
﻿Can't you see this is private?
﻿Keep your ass out of it!
﻿So you're avoiding drinkers now?
﻿You're so imperious. ﻿Your boyfriend's influence?
﻿I'm trying to quit, as it happens.
﻿Gabriel has helped me more ﻿than any of you ever did.
﻿He believes in me.
﻿He alone believes I can be a writer.
He saves me from you. ﻿From this family who...
﻿You need to be saved from me?
﻿Do you hear what you're saying?
﻿We can't communicate. ﻿You're in some kind of denial...
﻿And you're in a fucking ivory tower.
﻿Just stay there, nice and warm.
﻿Don't come out or you'll get dizzy.
﻿You're blind, look at you.
﻿A slave to her selfishness.
﻿Fine. ﻿Go sing your crappy little songs.
﻿Have a great new year.
﻿Meanwhile, I'll just...
﻿disappear from your life. For real.
﻿How do you feel?
﻿Hot.
﻿Do you still associate Gabriel ﻿with alcohol?
﻿Sometimes I know exactly ﻿what you'll say.
﻿You brought it up!
﻿What's it been? 8 or 9 years?
﻿Gabriel is a ghost.
﻿What is he? He's gone.
﻿He's active but harmless.
﻿You decide whether to keep him at bay.
﻿Seen your actress?
﻿Yes.
﻿Anything to tell me?
Go, I'm listening.
﻿Go, I'm listening.
﻿I did it. I told him.
﻿Tell me exactly what happened.
﻿He was wild with joy.
﻿Look at the bigger picture.
﻿What's happening is a sign.
﻿Don't be afraid.
﻿You bet I'm afraid, Igor.
﻿How can I hide it?
﻿At first it won't shqw.
﻿We'll be on an island!
﻿Sorry to interrupt. Mika's on her way.
﻿Thanks.
﻿You can do the film ﻿and have the baby.
﻿I don't want to keep it.
﻿I won't let you do that.
﻿Meaning?
﻿She wants you on set now.
﻿Things will get violent.
﻿Afterwards...
﻿he apologized.
﻿He realized hew brutal he'd been.
﻿I understand ﻿you don't want a baitey.now.
﻿It hurts me to say it, but...
﻿I know I can't force you.
﻿We have plenty of time for babies.
﻿Unless you never want one.
﻿That's fine too.
﻿Mika came to us.
﻿She wanted to rehearse a scene.
﻿We couldn't do it.
﻿I looked at Igor
﻿and felt a rage rising up in me.
﻿I couldn't believe ﻿he was using his power...
﻿so brutally, so shamelessly.
﻿I wanted to kill him ﻿for the emotional blackmail.
﻿That non-existent child
﻿suddenly changed everything.
﻿Our bond was no longer about
﻿desire.
﻿Or rather, desire had taken on
﻿tangible form.
﻿It was no longer fantasy.
﻿"Take this child from me
﻿and you'll lose your job,
﻿I'll destroy your life.
﻿You cannot
﻿win this."
﻿What's going on?
﻿I had a nightmare.
﻿I saw Mom.
﻿Her body in the car.
﻿It was horrible.
﻿You and I were carrying her body
﻿by the side of the road for hours.
﻿I couldn't figure out what I was seeing.
﻿Her jaw was gone
﻿and her tongue ﻿was sticking out of her neck!
﻿Calm down.
﻿Calm down. It's over now.
﻿It's over now.
﻿You'll be alright.
﻿- Are you ok? ﻿- Yeah.
﻿I think I need a drink.
﻿Go ahead. ﻿I don't want to know where it is.
﻿- I'm sorry. ﻿- It's ok.
﻿Everything I hate in myself
﻿comes from her.
﻿I don't want to be her!
﻿You're not your mother!
﻿You're nothing like her!
﻿You embrace life, you move forward.
﻿You'll never end up like her.
﻿- It was an accident. ﻿- No. suicide!
﻿It was raining. ﻿It's tragic but it happens.
﻿She was dead drunk. ﻿It was no accident.
﻿I don't think I should ﻿be staying with you guys.
﻿I'm in your way.
﻿In our way? ﻿You're never in our way.
﻿The kids love you.
﻿I know, I love them too.
﻿It's just that...
﻿I feel like
﻿you've managed to build a life.
﻿I'm alone.
﻿I work odd jobs ﻿I'm 36 and still doing my thesis.
﻿Don't be silly.
﻿Seriously, I think ﻿I'm in the process of becoming a loser.
﻿Nonsense.
﻿You're the freest person I know.
﻿You're never complacent.
﻿You'll be ok. don't doubt yourself.
﻿I miss Mom so much!
﻿Don't you?
﻿No
﻿How do you hold it together so well?
﻿I fake it.
﻿Has the abortion been scheduled?
﻿Yes.
﻿We're going for an ultrasound first.
﻿I believed it all.
﻿But two hours later ﻿I began to wonder.
﻿I'm not sure ﻿what he told me is true.
﻿I never told you.
﻿Before Mika, there was ﻿a woman who got pregnant.
﻿When she gave birth, the child was dead. ﻿Still born.
﻿His tears were like in a film I love ﻿where he plays a widower.
﻿At the time,
﻿I absolutely believed he was sincere.
﻿Only when I was alone ﻿did I begin to doubt.
﻿But I'd already given him hope.
﻿When is the abortion?
﻿It was yesterday.
﻿But I got it postponed 3 days.
﻿Then I'll fly to the island ﻿for the shoot.
﻿What do you want?
﻿I think I need your help.
﻿I can't think, ﻿I can't trust my decisions.
﻿I'm trying to help you.
﻿You have to see him.
﻿Come to the shoot. ﻿ I can't think anymore.
﻿No, impossible.
﻿I can't do that ﻿and it wouldn't help.
﻿We're on Stromboli in 4 days. ﻿I'm nearly 3 months along. I'm terrified.
﻿I can't do it.
﻿A young woman...
﻿actress...
﻿just starting out...
﻿first film...
﻿Characters...
﻿Margot, Gabriel...
﻿Selma, you know that's off limits.
﻿I just read the writing.
﻿Nothing's written. ﻿It's my work.
﻿Edith, please.
﻿Come here.
﻿You need to learn
﻿to manipulate your mom.
﻿It'll come in handy later, too.
﻿Tell her you feel ﻿she doesn't love you.
﻿Or less than your sister.
﻿Or say you feel ﻿she's disappointed in you.
﻿Or that at school,
﻿someone you like hates you. ﻿Make her pity you.
﻿You've got two things ﻿going on with her.
﻿She's your mom,
﻿and she's a shrink.
﻿Moms hate to see ﻿their children suffer.
﻿But for shrinks..
﻿it's a crime!
﻿Get it?
﻿Go see her.
﻿Act really unhappy,
﻿and say, "Mom,
﻿I'm afraid I lack the tools ﻿to make it in life."
﻿Sad puppy eyes. ﻿Cosette.
﻿Go on.
﻿That's it.
﻿Lay it on thicker.
﻿Perfect. Go get her.
﻿Mom...
﻿I'm afraid I lack the tools ﻿to make it in life.
﻿Honey!
﻿What're you talking about?
﻿You're far too young ﻿to worry about that.
﻿Why do you say such things?
﻿You bet you have the tools.
﻿She's got strange worries for her age.
﻿Remember how she looked at you ﻿in the maternity ward?
﻿You know,
﻿I'd never imagined my child would.
﻿judge me or even look at me.
﻿I felt her eyes asking me,
﻿"Who are you?"
﻿You have to have fun,
play with the monster inside you.
﻿I don't believe ﻿in the whole method acting thing,
﻿digging deep down ﻿almost religiously.
﻿I believe in lies. ﻿Making things up.
﻿Deep down inside, I'm often empty. ﻿Totally empty.
﻿I gotta make it happen somehow. ﻿That's what they pay me for.
﻿Mika is...
﻿a woman l truly admire.
﻿I have deep admiration
﻿and respect for her.
I'd even say she's the first woman ﻿I've loved this way.
﻿Just to meet him once.
﻿No way, there's no reason.
﻿She's testing you. Say no.
﻿Your role is to stay in the fantasy.
﻿But you want to?
﻿No, but..
﻿I need to know who I'm dealing with.
﻿Who Margot's dealing with. ﻿Not you or your character.
﻿Want to talk about Gabriel?
﻿I'm so happy your book is out.
﻿What can I do for you?
﻿Get out of my life.
﻿You take up too much space. ﻿You're too alive.
﻿You're cutting me in half.
﻿I'm starting to resent helping you.
﻿You found your place. ﻿I probably helped.
﻿It's all good, I'm happy for you.
﻿Almost happier ﻿than I would be for myself.
﻿You're leaving ﻿because you helped me?
﻿You took on the role of helping me
﻿because your pride wanted to save me.
﻿But I never saw you that way.
﻿Deep down, maybe you preferred me
﻿when I was down.
﻿You can't handle me up?
﻿In life,
﻿we change, we evolve.
﻿Nothing's clean or set in stone!
﻿It's crazy to reject that!
﻿You're pathetic ﻿if you don't accept that.
﻿I'll be a shit for you.
﻿Prefer me weak?
﻿I'll be a shit.
﻿Must see you. Aborting at 11 tomorrow, ﻿then off to island...
﻿Missed call
﻿Hate to bother you, ﻿need session urgently...
﻿Hate to bother you ﻿need session urgently...
Can you please call me ?
﻿l'm going crazy...
﻿Must see you. Aborting at 11 tomorrow,
﻿then off to island... I'm lost.
﻿You he cruel to abandon me...
﻿Your silence is killing me.
﻿Please, we must talk before 11
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﻿I NEED YOU! I'M GONNA DO IT
I NEED YOU! I'M GONNA DO IT
﻿Call Margot Vasilis.
﻿Margot Vasilis. ﻿Leave me a message.
﻿Your grandmother's laundry room.
﻿Why is it your favorite room?
﻿Because it locks.
﻿Why do you need to lock it?
﻿One question only, Doctor.
﻿That's the rule.
﻿Hang on a sec.
﻿Why no answers? ﻿Did you get my messages?
﻿Margot, I didn't call because
﻿it was your choice to make, alone.
﻿Think I made the right choice?
﻿Yes, I think you did.
﻿I didn't do it, I didn't go.
I didn't get the abortion.
﻿I needed to hear that yesterday.
﻿What was the right choice? ﻿Who's Margot?
﻿﻿What was the right choice? ﻿Who's Margot?
﻿None of your business.
﻿Some people are unhappy ﻿their whole lives.
﻿They can't shake it.
﻿They take tons of stuff ﻿to forget they're alive.
﻿What stuff?
﻿Alcohol, pills...
﻿Or both. ﻿Helps them teel better.
﻿But not entirely.
﻿And then, ﻿when they have the energy,
﻿they use it ﻿to ruin other people's lives.
﻿I'm very worried. Period.
﻿Even if you don't want to talk to me,
﻿tell me how you're doing. ﻿Period.
﻿Send to Margot Vasilis.
﻿What do you do ﻿your grandmother's laundry room?
﻿I listen to a song.
﻿Give me the dice.
﻿From now on, ﻿the rules have changed.
﻿Two questions per lost roll.
﻿What song?
﻿Fuck off.
﻿God,
﻿grant me the serenity ﻿to accept the things I cannot change,
﻿the courage to change the things I can.
﻿and the wisdom to know the difference.
﻿That girl's driving me insane.
﻿I hate her.
﻿Are you in love?
﻿What?
﻿Are you sure?
﻿What're you doing?
﻿We can't do that anymore.
﻿That's it.
﻿I did it.
﻿What did you do?
﻿I did what you told me to do.
﻿What'd I tell you to do?
﻿I did it, I got the abortion.
﻿I never told you to...
﻿The hospital was disgusting, ﻿it took hours!
﻿Then I told Igor.
﻿He went nuts.
﻿Hang on.
﻿Come back to Paris if you need to.
﻿I can't, ﻿I'm contractually obliged to stay.
﻿I'm stuck here.
﻿Explain it to me.
﻿What happened with Igor?
﻿He told Mika everything.
﻿20 minutes.
﻿She has no sense of priorities ﻿on her fucking film!
﻿This is not good.
﻿Ask the producers ﻿to let you fly to Paris Saturday.
﻿We must see each other.
﻿We'll go to a doctor ﻿to make sure you're ok.
﻿You need to be examined.
﻿You're not alone.
﻿Do you hear me?
﻿I'll see you when you arrive.
﻿Ok?
﻿Thanks for helping me.
﻿You helped me in your own way.
﻿I believed for years, ﻿but I don't anymore.
﻿Believed what?
﻿That I could overcome my background.
﻿But I've failed.
﻿I'm filthy.
﻿I'm filthy!
﻿There's something filthy in me. ﻿It'll never come out.
﻿You can't build ﻿on a foundation of shit.
﻿Everything is built on shit.
﻿- Stop writing about her. ﻿- I'm not.
﻿She's just one of many influences.
﻿It's a confluence.
﻿You're out of line,
﻿transgressing ﻿every rule of our profession.
﻿Recording her sessions, ﻿meddling in her life...
﻿You are!
﻿I've been seeing you 6 years. ﻿You've crossed a line.
﻿Stop analyzing her. ﻿You can't even analyze yourself.
﻿Ok, let's analyze me.
I﻿'m obsessed with her.
﻿I advised her to abort...
﻿You never advised her to abort.
﻿She made you think you were important ﻿so you'd give her more.
﻿You fell for it ﻿and went right off the rails.
﻿In your head, at your computer, alone. ﻿Not in her life.
﻿I'm afraid she'll kill herself.
﻿Live with that fear. ﻿That's your job.
﻿I can't be cold as ice.
﻿It wouldn't be your fault.
﻿What'd you say?
﻿Are you implying I'm cold as ice?
﻿No, I think you do ﻿exactly as you should.
﻿Can I get some Celexa?
﻿Sure.
﻿- How long? ﻿- 2 months.
﻿What did you feel when you learned
﻿she'd aborted?
﻿You're forcing me to be an asshole ﻿because I will not raise that child!
﻿You don't have to.
﻿You're forcing me to abandon a child ﻿and consider myself an asshole!
﻿I understand your position.
﻿I won't change my mind.
﻿We're separated.
﻿Make me suffer if you like, ﻿but not an innocent child.
﻿Do you miss him?
﻿I don't let myself go there.
﻿Try to go there.
﻿I do miss the intensity
﻿and the love we , yes.
﻿Selma is so much like him.
﻿It hurts sometimes.
﻿No, hello. ﻿Sorry, it's Igor.
﻿Igor Maleski. ﻿She asked me to call.
﻿Why doesn't she call?
﻿I just found her.
﻿She'd gone missing for 2 days.
﻿She took a bunch of pills and vomited.
﻿She's better now, but...
﻿she's asking for you.
﻿Says she can't do it without you.
﻿It's gotten very complicated.
﻿We can't shoot. ﻿The film's on hold.
﻿I know it's a bit strange,
﻿but she only wants to talk to you.
﻿It made me crazy.
﻿We were close again.
﻿I loved her so much.
﻿It feels like a betrayal.
﻿Sorry.
﻿I'm not angling for pity.
﻿Can I ask you a favor?
﻿Yes.
﻿Don't be against me on principle.
﻿Communicate with me.
﻿I know it's delicate.
﻿She says a lot of things ﻿I can't control.
﻿The subjectivity of her words ﻿must seem objective to you.
﻿I'm not against you.
﻿I'm being manipulated, I know it!
﻿It's not paranoia.
﻿These people are twisted enough
﻿to make sure you fail,
﻿to ruin your career.
﻿You need to calm down ﻿for a start.
﻿I'm here to help you.
﻿But I need to know ﻿what you expect from me.
﻿I don't want him ﻿speaking to me on set.
﻿He has to go through you.
﻿Ok.
﻿Thanks for coming.
﻿It'll be ok.
﻿Cut!
﻿Stop. I can't work like this.
﻿I can't do it.
﻿She's giving nothing.
﻿You're totally empty!
﻿No, impossible.
﻿He's not in the shot, right?
﻿Give me the mike.
﻿Let's get back to it.
﻿Sibyl, it's Basile.
﻿I read what you sent, it's great.
﻿War of the sexes on a backdrop ﻿of social revenge, love it.
﻿Love the alternating ﻿female narrators too.
﻿When we learn she may have made it up, ﻿the actress is terrifying.
﻿The other woman is even crazier.
﻿I'm totally hooked.
﻿Sibyl, excuse me.
﻿I just wanted to say...
﻿I can't do it without you.
﻿Thanks.
﻿Can we talk?
﻿Sure, of course.
﻿May I?
﻿Sure, go ahead.
﻿Are you ok?
﻿a little fling.
﻿Thank you very much.
﻿- Shape up. ﻿- Don't touch me.
﻿Cut!
﻿Thanks.
﻿Don't touch me!
﻿- Shape up. ﻿- Don't touch me.
﻿- Shape up. ﻿- Don't toueh me.
﻿It hurts when you use your open palm. ﻿Control yourself.
﻿Don't talk to me. Talk to Sibyl.
﻿Tell her to quit hurting me on purpose.
﻿Mika wants you to be drunker,
﻿like you'd had a few more.
﻿Thanks.
﻿Be drunk, be angry, slap softly...
﻿For once, ﻿can't we try to create emotion
﻿without resorting ﻿to simplistic impulses?
﻿Thank you.
﻿Ready?
﻿Action!
﻿- Shape up. ﻿- Don't touch me.
﻿Sibyl! Was I good?
﻿Do you enjoy hurting me?
﻿Do you enjoy hitting me like that?
﻿Humiliating me?
﻿Humiliating me...
﻿I can't do this anymore.
﻿Can't we try to create emotion...
﻿create emotion...
﻿fabricate emotion...
﻿without resorting ﻿to simplistic instincts, impulses?
﻿simplistic impulses...
﻿That's exactly what I'm trying to do.
﻿How was I?
﻿Tell me.
﻿Really?
﻿Sibyl...
﻿I just wanted to say,
﻿I can't do it without you.
﻿I don't trust anyone on set.
I don't trust anyone on set.
﻿I'm being manipulated.
﻿I'm going crazy.
﻿Was I good, really?
No one can talk to me on set.
﻿They have to go through you. ﻿Understand?
﻿Thank you.
﻿Thank you, Sibyl.
﻿I'm hurting so bad.
﻿I feel filthy.
﻿Filthy!
﻿Ok.
﻿- All good? ﻿- Yeah,you?
﻿I'm good.
﻿Gin tonic?
﻿No thanks.
﻿Sorry.
﻿I didn't mean to scare you.
﻿I needed to clear my head.
﻿I'm going for a walk. ﻿Care to join me?
﻿I'm sick of that German bitch.
﻿She just said it was great.
﻿- It's her approach. ﻿- Let's go!
﻿Action.
﻿Maybe Sibyl could direct us?
﻿Ok, let's do that.
﻿We'll fix it in editing.
﻿Let's start with you lying down.
﻿Talk us through it, it helps.
﻿Margot, surrender.
﻿But you're not passive. ﻿Look at him.
But you're not passive. ﻿Look at him.
﻿Caress her.
﻿I'm sorry.
﻿Ready?
﻿I'm not ok!
﻿What's going on?
﻿I'm hurting so bad, Edith!
﻿Andrea, what is it?
﻿What do you mean?
﻿I never should've come here. ﻿I'm an imposter.
﻿Where are you? You need to calm down.
﻿No, you don't understand.
﻿I've gone off the rails.
﻿I'm not in any reality.
﻿I slept with the actor.
﻿Everything I do, everything I do...
﻿is nothing.
﻿No, I beg you, not that!
﻿Madam, hello.
﻿I have white wine, ﻿red wine and champagne.
﻿Also soft drinks and fruit juice.
﻿What's your pleasure?
﻿Champagne.
﻿Thanks.
﻿Hi guys!
﻿Mommy!
﻿All that is for you.
﻿Chocolates!
﻿Girls.
﻿Go to your room, please.
﻿Make it snappy!
﻿Go to your room, girls!
﻿Why that song?
﻿It's the last song my mom and I heard ﻿before she died.
﻿I listen to it in the laundry room.
﻿I need to be alone.
﻿I need to be sure ﻿no one will bother me.
﻿I remember
﻿her smell.
﻿Her perfume.
﻿You know Daniel, ﻿you're allowed to be sad.
﻿You're allowed to cry.
﻿Does this mean
﻿I don't need to come anymore?
﻿I don't know.
﻿Are you sick of coming?
﻿No.
﻿See you next week?
﻿See you next week.
﻿It's absolutely wonderful.
﻿The style just flows.
﻿You really capture the urban anxiety.
﻿It's so skillfully rendered.
﻿I found it truly powerful.
﻿- Bravo. ﻿- Nice, thanks.
﻿I didn't analyze every line,
﻿I devoured it.
﻿It awakened things in me, ﻿brought up strong feelings.
﻿What about the lifeguard?
﻿You know, the one who..
﻿Probably my favorite character.
﻿He touched me deeply. ﻿I love your subtle treatment of him.
﻿There's no lifeguard, honey.
﻿And a candy apple, please.
﻿Thank you.
﻿Thank you very much.
﻿10 euros please,
﻿young man.
﻿Thank you.
﻿Let go?
﻿Who's she?
﻿She's...
﻿an old friend.
﻿You guys are so cute.
﻿What're you doing here?
﻿I'm with friends.
﻿Run along, be right there.
﻿Don't you live down south?
﻿I came back a month ago.
﻿Right, I see.
﻿- How've you been? ﻿- Good.
﻿Still writing?
﻿Yes.
﻿- Cool. ﻿- Yeah.
﻿So are you... living in Paris?
﻿I'm looking ﻿for an affordable apartment.
﻿I know a good website.
﻿I'll send you the link.
﻿It's cheaper than agencies.
﻿Sounds good.
﻿Ok. ﻿So you work in Paris?
Ok. ﻿So you work in Paris?
﻿Yep. still teaching lit. ﻿Got a job in Nanterre.
﻿I missed Paris.
﻿Is she here?
﻿I'll be going now. ﻿Have a nice day.
﻿I loved working with you.
﻿The whole experience ﻿felt like a dream.
﻿That's what we try to do.
﻿Making a film ﻿is like making a dream.
﻿I hope you will alI ﻿dream along with us.
﻿For me it was more of a nightmare.
﻿I mean, who shoots a film ﻿on an active volcano?
﻿That's how Mika shows affection.
﻿What can I say?
﻿Let the screening begin.
﻿- How's it going? ﻿- Fine.
﻿Hello.
﻿The film's great.
﻿Very beautiful.
﻿I mean...
﻿Thanks.
﻿I just wanted to say, ﻿I think your acting is...
﻿I think you...
﻿I think your talent...
﻿No. I mean, your talent...
﻿That's all.
﻿Nasdrovia!
﻿- Hello! ﻿-Hi
﻿- How're you? ﻿- Good, you?
﻿- All good? ﻿- You bet.
﻿Hello.
﻿She didn't feel well so I brought her home.
﻿Did you read my book?
﻿No, I will later.
﻿Life has no meaning, does it?
﻿She's been gone 5 days.
﻿Sorry, but you're not coming in.
﻿Not in the state you're in.
﻿The kids won't understand. ﻿You know that.
﻿I love them more than anything.
﻿They deserve better than a drunk.
﻿I bought your book.
﻿Some things may...
﻿make you feel...
﻿Some characters may resonate ﻿or seem familiar.
﻿I don't mind.
﻿In a way, I'm flattered.
﻿Hello, my name is Sibyl. ﻿I've been sober 3 weeks.
﻿I no longer think of Margot.
﻿Or Gabriel.
﻿I've started a new novel.
﻿I've stepped back ﻿from those around me.
﻿I see them as characters.
﻿Etienne has no access to me.
﻿No doubt fueling the suspense.
I feel nothing concrete with him.
﻿But I like what he represents.
﻿I see very clearly now.
﻿And I understand.
﻿My life is a fiction.
﻿I can rewrite it however I like.
﻿I can do anything, change anything. ﻿create anything.
﻿I'm at the heart of every choice.
Gabriel is dead to me now.
﻿Who was my father?
﻿What makes you ask?
﻿Why don't I see him?
﻿I told you.
﻿He left before you were born.
﻿Then why did you guys make me?
﻿We loved each other very much.
﻿That makes no sense. ﻿Why'd he leave?
﻿Was he unhappy when I came?
﻿No, he was very happy.
﻿He loved you ﻿even before you were born.
﻿But...
﻿he had things to do elsewhere.
﻿Never doubt his love.
﻿Do I look like him?
﻿Yes.
﻿Do you think of him ﻿when you see me?
﻿Yes.
﻿It's as though ﻿part of him lives inside you.
﻿Do you like it?