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43° in Lille, 45° in Nantes,
46° in Marseille,
you're not dreaming, those are forecast temperatures
for the next few days.
A heat dome is settling over France.
Children and the elderly are advised not to go outside.
Avoid physical activity, keep an eye on vulnerable neighbors.
As part of Plan Heatwave, a toll-free number is available.
Come on, quit playacting!
Denise! Get up, I'm hungry.
Denise!
You're kidding me.
I said, shut the doors. You don't listen.
What a drama queen!
With wildfires still raging, these aerial shots are a spectacular...
Once upon a time, there was a woman on her balcony,
and a very handsome man.
Denise, you scared me!
No! Oh my god...
No way. What the...
- Sit down. - My head's spinning.
The jerk!
Sit yourself down.
What's happened? Hold on, don't move...
Brad, easy.
I'll get you a glass of water. Ice?
Should I call the police?
Call an ambulance, sure.
He slipped on the balcony.
On some water.
And he landed on...
the dustpan.
He's not breathing.
I'm scared I...
might not conceal my delight.
- I'll call. - Thanks, Nicole.
Right away, Denise.
That's Nicole's. She'll kill me.
Come to the beach.
I can't. I have to work, sorry.
Working in this heat?
Yeah, gotta go. Hurry, please.
Come here, come on.
I love you guys so much.
- Keep in touch. - Call me.
Go! Hurry!
Big kiss!
Back.
Can you put some cream on my back?
I had a new idea for my book.
Talk.
A love story.
Between a woman...
a bit like me, y'know.
She observes a man opposite.
And this man is...
sublime.
Mysterious.
Every day, he's at the window.
He gets up at 6 in the morning.
Works out.
Showers, shaves.
Clips his nails.
He skips lunch and then...
he shuts himself in a cubbyhole in his apartment.
And only emerges at night.
All she can hear is the music he listens to. Jazz.
Each song he puts on feels like an attempt
to communicate with her.
He watches the girl, too.
And she's a fairly ordinary-looking girl.
Write it!
Write an erotic story. That's cool.
It's an intellectual relationship.
They talk from balcony to balcony.
Ruby, all the neighbors are looking. Put a t-shirt on.
If boobs bother them, they can look elsewhere.
They're breasts, guys.
Happy now? Get a good look at those boobies!
You neglected what we dealt with first up.
The narrative principles.
Now the issue is to recast the character.
You're always asking
why we want to write.
For me, it's more, how do I want to write?
I'm sorry but this constant mechanism of...
saver and saved, conflicts...
I'm not sure that's how I want to tell stories.
Maybe reinventing...
I don't know, finding different dynamics for romance, for example.
How do you hope to hook your readers?
That's the point. I think my idea...
Learn before you unlearn.
Anyway, see you tomorrow, for the group session.
And don't forget to wire the fee.
No.
Have a good day, bye.
What's going on now?
What are you doing?
That's my car!
- Move it! - Learn to park!
Get out the way!
You're blocking the street!
Skank!
Élise?
Hold on, I'm coming down.
I'm gonna die.
What are you doing here?
I can't breathe.
- What? - I can't.
I feel awful. It's my head...
My head's spinning.
Come on.
Deep breaths.
Breathe.
What you doing here?
Good to see you. So you're not ghosting us?
How you doing?
Brad!
Ruby, get a glass of water.
- Élise, it's fine. - I can't...
Sure, you can breathe.
Breathe, that's right.
Breathe!
I swear to god, I'm not breathing.
- You gotta breathe, actually. - Yes.
Don't tell me to breathe if I can't.
You drove all the way from Paris alone?
It was weird, I felt something rising...
The shoot wrapped and I just couldn't go home.
I took Paul's car and fled.
Where are the keys?
In the ignition, I bet. I'll go!
Ruby, you can't drive.
- I just can't anymore. - You can.
Hold up, Élise. Hold up.
Quiet. Don't move.
Breathe with me.
I'm crushing you, sure. Does your body good, helps it connect.
It's like a wave.
Let it wash over you. Here it comes.
There it is.
And it goes.
It's gone.
- You hurt my knee. - Come on, you're fine.
Put him in the kitchen. I'm scared.
He needed your scent and touch.
To get used to you.
But he's big.
Looks like my ex, Yann. Right?
No, he's Brad.
Brad the Pit.
We'll get him castrated soon. Calm him down.
He doesn't even seem aggressive.
Don't castrate him then.
He'll fall in love with her, for sure.
You fall in love with folks who are free.
Then you catch them.
My bag.
Ruby!
Her bag!
His car.
You're Ruby?
Know him?
He just moved in, never met him.
Except one time at the deli. I flashed my butt.
I'm calling bullshit. Stop it.
I got your bag.
What's up?
Paul Sweetpea
THE BALCONETTES
I snagged his number.
Yeah?
Yeah, we gotta pay the poor guy back.
But he's gucci.
Sure, he is. He's a hunk.
- Mega-gucci. - He's hardly...
He's just normal.
You're texting him?
Kidding me.
Sorry...
Sorry again about your car.
Name your price.
"Name your price"?
Sure, name your price.
The balconettes.
New message from Paul Sweetpea.
Élise darling, don't be a drama queen. You're being silly.
You're taking it all wrong.
Anyway, I have to get back in court...
I want you.
I want you so much, you have no idea.
I love you.
It marks the beginning of a real movement.
This is no time to give up.
It's time for everyone to step up.
What happens now is crucial for the next few years.
Still not hard.
Show me your butt.
My little butt on your face.
But I can't feel them.
Sure, you can.
My little pussy on your mouth.
I wanna spend my life with you.
Victor, what's the problem today?
I'm not feeling you. What's up?
What's wrong? Talk to me.
It's just, my life's a crock of shit.
My boss hates me. Same goes for my coworkers.
And I've had it with my family.
I can't even get a boner.
It's no biggie. What's wrong? Is it your brother?
You'll love it.
Sweetie! You want to talk?
Sometimes I feel like...
jumping out the window.
Are you nuts?
It's all good, stay there.
Paul Sweetpea
No, it's Paul.
- I don't know what to say. - I'll go.
Say you don't know what to say. The truth.
Hello, Paul.
You picked up at last. Where are you? Tell me.
I don't know what to say.
- You ran away. - I didn't run. It's just...
- Nicole's having a breakdown. - I don't care.
She wanted to jump and...
Ruby called me, so I raced down here.
- Why do you run from me? - I didn't run, I said.
I thought I was going mad.
The trial's going well?
- She chopped her hubby's head off. - Chopped it off?
- I feel you. - Do it.
It's coming.
It's coming!
Coming!
Looks great!
- Not too hot? - Me too!
- Good? - Wonderful.
Really good.
Some basil. There's no basil in your recipe?
If heaven has a smell, it's basil.
Nope, the smell of my panties. Folks pay good money.
I'd pay...
for you to wash them.
Cut it out!
- He's there. - Shit!
In boxers.
He'll see you.
I bet he's clocked us.
That turns me on.
- Thinking about his zucchini. - In his undies.
Shit, he's in his jockeys.
He's texting me.
"That's gonna cost you..."
We have a tease. The little cupcake!
I'm turned on.
Are you turned on?
- Stop it, Ruby. - You are!
You're hot for him. Admit it!
You shitbag! That's way too much!
I'll get you back.
Hola, girls!
Enzo! How you doing?
That's Marseille, baby!
Here's to life, love and peace!
... and dizziness but in serious cases,
a heatstroke can result in a coma with...
It's getting worse and worse.
We're all gonna die. In a few years, nobody left.
Stop! The earth's getting revenge.
It's not revenge, it's self-defense. It can't take any more.
That depresses me. Stop, you're depressing me.
You're a downer.
- If it depresses you, switch station. - I will.
Don't fight.
There! I switched station.
A toast!
Cheers!
To love, to life,
to us!
And Brad.
Most of all.
I noticed...
we can only be ourselves with ourselves.
I love this one, too.
Here we go. She's gonna dance.
Stop, he's watching us.
Stop it!
C'mon, come and dance.
He's dancing!
Come on, we want more!
Check your phone!
No way.
He's laughing.
Yeah, he left a message.
An accident to report?
Accident to report?
That's his voice?
- Doesn't go with his body. - You think?
Good evening, sorry, it's...
It's us.
Sorry, my friend's not well.
I'll pay you back, no problem.
But I'd prefer it to be in cash.
It's hubby's car. She doesn't want him to find out.
Tell him my life story.
- Sorry. - You've gone and sent it.
- No biggie. - It's embarrassing.
- It's all good. - He's listening.
He's gonna reply.
Come for a drink at my place.
And bring my money with you.
- Let's go. - No, I'm too ugly.
Cut that out, you're a pain in the ass.
He's cool. I met him. He's a sweet guy, swear to god.
I write better at night.
Please!
My inspiration comes at night.
You are so full of shit!
I feel ridiculous. I can't do it.
No way. I've got you off your balcony for once.
You're coming.
Why go out? It's dangerous.
Across the street.
It's so hot.
Come on, Nicole.
I don't want to. I don't know him.
That's Paul calling. He's impossible.
It's here.
Leave me alone for one night.
Paul Sweetpea
- Who is it? - He didn't say.
- 4th floor, left. - We're good.
Anyone home?
We're here with some wine and your money.
Girls, come in.
Settle in. Make yourselves at home.
Shit, dude's got money.
Fuck, it's amazing!
Very kind of you.
Kinda cold but I like it.
It was a publisher's office.
Just back from a trip?
No, leaving.
- Where? - The Seychelles.
- When? - Tomorrow.
That's a beautiful painting.
It's a Dorian Cohen, a contemporary artist.
Is it a storm?
I'd say dancing trees.
All kinda fake, if you look closely.
Each one has this non-natural lighting.
With a spotlight, like a theater play.
What does it mean?
It's an exam?
A little imagination.
Here.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Wouldn't you say Helmut Newton?
They're beautiful.
Are they your photos?
I wish I'd done those.
They're magnificent and...
- Models too, of course. - Thanks, that's sweet.
I try to capture the truth in a woman.
To plug into feminine energy. The soul.
Very impressive.
If you ever need a model...
- I'm available. - That'll be a big bill.
Can I ask what that is?
Sorry.
It's a barba amarilla spitting its venom.
Barba amarilla spitting venom?
Do you sell your photos?
Yes, to magazines, art galleries, and so on.
So what do you do?
Me? Camgirl.
All right.
Sorry, that's not what I meant.
There's no...
- Awkward. - No, not awkward.
- You're shocked, really. - Stop.
It's not just for the money. I love it.
For sure.
I give pleasure.
- I comfort. - Comfort?
What are your names?
Me, I think you know. Right?
She's Élise.
She's lost her voice?
No, sorry, I'm kind of miles away.
We call you the dude opposite for now.
Dude opposite is a keeper.
She's Nicole.
You're a camgirl too?
No, not at all.
- A drop of wine? - Be my guest.
No, I'm...
I sell artisanal soaps.
Bullshit!
No, she writes.
Say it, please. She's a writer.
She's writing her first novel. She's fucking good.
Right now, I'm a freelance journalist.
What's your novel about?
- Good one, soap! - I fell for it.
No, let me get that.
So what's the story about?
Right now, there is no story.
Nicole is brilliant at taking inspiration from other people.
She steals a little bit of their lives.
She's observes them, she scrutinizes them and...
I propose a toast.
To inspiration.
And lives stolen for art.
- To meeting again. - And friendship.
What do you do?
- You sell soap, too? - She's an actress.
Yeah, an actress.
In what right now?
A TV movie.
I just finished shooting.
Marilyn?
How did you guess?
I don't know. A flash of inspiration.
The wig perhaps.
My wig!
Yes, Marilyn and Yves Montand.
A shitty TV movie. It was absolutely terrible.
Hello.
And I'm about to start shooting a...
a film.
My first actual movie.
It's set in 1850,
and it's the story of the muse of a famous painter.
It's gonna be great.
Okay, enough about me.
- Ruby? Okay? - I wanna go, I'm sick of it.
- Go where? - Peru.
Six months talking about it, just go.
Come with me, girls, and meet the shaman.
It helps you understand yourself, Nicole, and clear your hangups.
You have to meet her.
What hangups?
She told me...
She told me the world would be more harmonious.
And fair.
A prophecy has begun.
Thanks to the puma, condor
and snake.
Élise...
You're the puma.
Wisdom, intelligence and strength, kay pacha.
The world of the living.
Nicole, you are the condor.
You are the great sacred bird.
It reasserts truth and is capable...
of communicating with the world
of the gods.
And the world of...
the dead.
Come and dance!
Nicole, come on.
- That was banging. - Sorry.
It was a complete accident.
Élise!
Legs up. Hold her legs up.
Let's get you home.
Girls, wanna get some shots of you.
Give him the money. No!
C'mon, lighten up. It's cool.
I want to. Go for it.
Hey, Ruby's love crowd, how you doing?
You're logged on? Who's there?
There's Didier13, Radish...
I just wanted you to know,
I'm about to do my first ever pro photo shoot.
Don't know why, never thought of it till I met a photographer...
I'm a bit wasted.
He's a mad photographer who works for the biggest...
I love you guys!
Easy. What's up there?
Another photo studio. Girls, stay!
I really don't feel well.
- I'm going. - No, stay, girls!
Nicole!
- Good evening. - Robert?
I'm looking for my wife. She's not home.
Really?
I've no idea where she is.
What the hell!
I'm going mad.
Hey, Jeanne, how are you?
Sorry, I had to leave. It was the last day, I know.
I had some problems to deal with.
Yes, I'll send a quick email to apologize.
Yes, I read the new script. It's...
It's awesome. I can't wait.
I really can't wait to meet him.
Lose 4-5 kilos?
Yes, I can lose it fast, sure.
If I have a coach, obviously...
Sorry, didn't realize you were busy.
Lots of love.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Girls, breakfast's ready!
It is so hot!
I made tea and coffee...
I'd have loved to play that part.
Nicole, Ruby, up and at 'em!
Ruby, you home?
C'mon, sit down. Don't worry.
10, Rue Montplaisir in Marseille.
Her name is Ruby Oviedo.
- She's conscious? - Yes.
She's covered in blood but we don't know where from.
- Age? - 29!
Hold while I find you a doctor.
- Hello, what's the problem? - Like we said...
She's in a bizarre state. She's putting on makeup.
Putting on makeup? Is this a prank call?
No, sorry...
Let me explain.
Last night, we went to this guy's place for...
With the heatwave, we're snowed under.
Wait!
Sorry.
It's open.
Stop!
He's dead.
- Could be, he's not really dead. - He is.
Maybe he isn't.
We're not doctors. You're not a doctor.
He's dead. You hear me?
He's dead!
He's dead, Nicole.
Why are you shouting at me?
What happened?
Coming for us.
We should... I'll call Paul.
He has contacts.
Don't call Paul. She'll go to prison.
If we don't call the police, it's worse.
We can't stay here. You got a better idea?
Let's calm down.
He raped you, right?
It was self-defense.
- No. - It was.
Ruby, it's okay.
Ruby, we believe you.
It's not your fault, okay?
What happened?
I'm gonna call the police, and I'll explain.
We never should have left you.
I'm calling the police.
They'll believe you. They'll help us.
- Don't call the police. - I'm calling them.
I'm calling the police. We have to...
Let me call the police.
Stop.
Stop, it's okay. Stop, both of you.
Stop, that's enough. You guys have gone crazy.
She hit me first!
Come on!
- She hit me! - What are you doing?
What are you doing?
He fell all on his own.
Careful with prints.
Turn the TV on.
Go turn the TV on!
To cover the noise, turn it on.
Disinfectant.
Use gloves or you leave prints!
Please.
All-purpose disinfectant.
Yes, Julien, I'm at a cove near the Corniche in Marseille,
where a man's severed arm was found
floating at the water's edge.
Witnesses immediately called the emergency services,
who are hard at work with forensics teams.
Good job.
What now?
You're leaving him there?
Either you help us, or you shut up, or you go.
It's not 1990 anymore.
They can trace everything now, all the way to you.
He went on a trip.
No corpse, no crime.
That's it.
Paul Sweetpea
Tilt it.
Tilt it my way.
Your nose is bleeding.
You're bleeding!
Mr. Magnani?
It's Mrs. Jasmin, your neighbor.
C'mon Ruby put on a show. My dick's rock hard for you baby.
Dance fuckit i dropped for 10!!!!! Pain in the ass.
Leave her alone, you guys ain't got a heart.
Hey my bitch. Can I get a private show?
Ruby, what's going on, are you okay?
Your photo shoot yesterday go ok? Talk.
It's my fault.
We should've stayed, not leave her...
Stop! It's not your fault.
It is my fault.
We're going to prison.
Who's that?
I don't know. Who is it?
It's Paul!
Shit!
- Hello? - Yes, Paul.
It's Élise.
- It's all good, sorry. - I was scared, without news.
I broke my phone.
You're good, though? Nicole's okay?
Nicole, sure, hold on...
She's fine.
I got a day off, so I hit the road. Marseille in a few hours.
I found a cute hotel on the Corniche. Hotel Rhul. See you there?
- All right. - See you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
Why did I say yes?
You said yes so he won't rock up here.
It's hell.
It's hell!
I'm so hot here, like a hot flush.
Who are you?
- Where am I? - Hold on, let me see...
Your eyes are so...
So eyes, you.
That's cool, too.
Want some?
- I'm meeting someone at... - When can I see you again?
Give me your number or I come with you.
06 39 98 24 12.
I'm Dams. And you?
Ciao, Élise.
Hey, Dominique. Hot, isn't it?
Hello.
- Do you have a minute? - Just give me a moment.
Dubien, of course.
I'll get it for you.
Why did you spoil everything?
Hello? Anyone home?
Mr. Magnani?
Shout louder.
No, I'm telling you...
I have a friend...
Her neighbor had a big, a really big seizure.
With the heat, it's very dangerous.
- He croaked? - No, he's in the hospital.
Mr. Magnani, are you there?
Mrs. Jasmin was worried about you.
It's one anorexic bimbo after another.
You see, Diego? I didn't touch a thing.
Let's go.
Come on, Mrs. Jasmin, please.
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What brings you in?
I fainted in the street.
And I fell flat on my face.
I had a big pain in my stomach,
so an ambulance was called to get me to the hospital.
I did a blood draw but I've no idea why I'm here.
We'll take a look.
- Date of your last period? - July 2.
No, the 3rd.
Sorry, the 3rd.
You're sure?
I don't recall.
Get yourself undressed.
Ready.
Relax. Everything will be fine.
It's all looking good.
Here, you see the sac in the uterus.
Six weeks.
Congratulations.
I'm not at all pleased.
Anyway, I can't leave you like that.
All because of this.
Sorry, it's the only idea I came up with.
What was I ever gonna do with this?
I wanted to write a romcom.
I wanted to write a love story.
What are we gonna do with you?
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The woman who chopped her husband's head off got how long?
What are you doing?
Looking at you.
You're beautiful.
How long did she get?
Twenty years.
Why?
I'm feeling...
I'm feeling the heat here.
She was crazy?
You might say so.
But medically speaking, no.
Must've been a real asshole, though, for her to that.
She's not my client.
I'm tired.
- Really? - I'm tired. I need to...
lie down.
- Are you hot? - Yes.
You need to look after yourself, sweetheart.
You're always running, consumed by your roles, your friends...
- You need you-time. - Maybe.
- It's necessary. - Yes.
For us.
You're not wrong but I think...
It does me good, seeing my friends. I'd missed it.
About my roles, it occurred to me, I think...
Actually, having a text,
and having directions...
I step out of myself, and it...
Yes, I guess.
- It's restful. - Don't move.
Don't move.
It relaxes me.
Sometimes life is more...
tiring, you know.
It gives me structure, and it...
Fuck!
You drive me crazy. I want you.
I want you.
Don't you?
Sure, but right now I'm...
You smell good.
Give me your tongue.
I don't feel very...
Give me it.
... right now.
I feel a bit feverish.
I just touch you and you want it.
Good, isn't it?
- Paul! - Like that?
Not right now.
Not right now? Never!
"I'm tired, I can't..."
That's fucking shit!
It feels like you're not there, never there!
You never want to. It's always me.
You realize that? It's always me.
We're not a team.
I'm on my own. This isn't a couple. It's nothing.
That just...
It's shit.
It's shit. I'm sick of it.
I give up.
Paul...
What "Paul"? No, not "Paul."
No, I don't want to anymore.
Not "Paul." "Paul," nothing at all.
Stop it. I don't want to anymore, Élise.
A hug. Just a hug.
It's shit. Why do you do that?
I won't be long.
Turn around.
The condom.
Hold on...
Just slip in a bit, then I'll put it on, I promise.
- Please, the condom. - Just a bit.
Relax.
My shoots...
- My shoot... - Hold on, Élise. Stop it.
They can understand.
Don't you want a little baby?
So good.
Gonna come, sweetheart.
I'm so hard!
So good.
Come on, Élise, come back.
Come on!
Excuse me, you...
Hello, Nicole, it's Xavier.
You missed class again this morning. I'm disappointed.
One more absence and we'll have to fail you.
So see you tomorrow, I hope.
You're in my house.
Nicole? That's your name.
I remember now.
When I woke, I...
I couldn't feel my body.
Can't you answer that?
Answer it!
Hello, it's Xavier.
Wrong number.
What are you doing?
Stop!
You're dead.
Stay back!
- What the hell? - You're dead.
Calm down and come here.
Wait!
Thanks.
You hear the storm?
Hear that, Brad?
Girls, I'm scared.
Ruby!
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All I wanted was a beautiful photo.
He made me go upstairs.
There was a white sofa.
He came over to me.
To move my body, to find the pose.
He asked me to take my top off.
I didn't say no.
It didn't bother me. You know me.
I'm not exactly...
very shy.
I was okay with it.
It'll make a great photo.
It will be me.
I tried...
I tried to relax.
But I couldn't.
He brushed me with his sex every time he came closer to me.
He asked me to close my eyes.
He put his finger in my mouth.
It took me by surprise.
He asked me to open it wider.
I pushed him back.
He started to get angry.
I tried to get away from him.
He thought it was a game.
He blocked the stairs, so I couldn't move.
He grabbed my hands.
And he said...
"Now we fuck."
We're here.
What's in there?
An enormous corpse.
- What? - No!
She's kidding. It's just stuff. She's moving.
Keep going. Keep going!
Sorry, excuse me.
Can you help us? It's very heavy.
Thanks.
4th floor.
Police!
Mrs. Fernandez!
Police, open up!
This is insane. The cops are right there.
They arrested Denise!
How long are we keeping him?
- You're making decisions... - Not at all.
- Nobody listens. - We have no choice.
Tell me how long!
I've no idea!
I will not leave him here in the fridge.
- No! - Whaddya mean, no?
I won't leave him here.
- It's crazy. The cops... - Nobody knows he's here.
They were here!
Nobody knows. Nobody comes in, all right?
Now what do we do?
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Counting clouds?
Trying to think how many men I've had.
Five...
My first was when I was 13.
Now I must be up to...
eighty...
Eighty.
- What? - The flowers.
- What's wrong? - They're dead.
Yes, I know.
We said, it's the drought.
They're dead.
It's dried out.
Feels nice.
Feels nice, yes.
It's cool!
Yes, it's cool underneath.
It's cool!
So cool. I love it.
Those are...
your hands.
They're my breasts.
That's my tummy.
Your little tummy.
Let's see your little tummy.
Your tiny tummy.
They're your hands.
They're your nails.
They're not real.
That's your nose.
That's...
your beautiful face.
- Do they hurt? - What?
Your boo-boos.
Yes.
The further in you get, the less precise it is, Nicole.
The character has to stay focused.
We don't understand her motivations.
Yes, I get it all wrong. I don't know.
Better your wrong idea than another's right idea.
As Stendhal nearly said.
But please stop hiding behind dead authors,
and write by following my advice.
Yes, I'm mixed up.
I kept thinking, what does the girl want?
It's not a good question?
I wondered how she could fall for someone she doesn't know.
I liked that. It intrigues me.
But she's lacking mystery.
She's annoying.
- Shut it! - Excuse me?
Sorry, I was talking to my dog.
The mystery...
The mystery of a woman is not a choice.
It's a punishment.
So to sum up, a lack of application by the author.
You will have to demonstrate greater imagination.
Sorry, I didn't catch that.
Cute place you got.
- Shut up. - A bit of a mess, though.
- Go away! - Excuse me?
Evening classes are grueling, Nicole...
What are you doing here?
I was bored.
You'll have to toughen up.
There are lots of guys like me at my place.
- Coming? - No.
If you see me, I exist for you.
Come on.
I'm hungry.
Shit!
Brad, no! Drop it!
He's got his finger!
Come here.
We were upstairs.
She pushed me from here.
Nicole!
Robert?
What the heck are you doing here?
You're dead, too?
- There's a chick here! - What? No way!
She's dead?
- Evening! - Who are you?
Nicole lives opposite.
Only she can see us.
How do we get out of this mess?
- We're dead. - No way, I shouldn't be here.
- I fucking shouldn't! - Me neither.
I need to talk to Denise. I'll go through you.
I need to talk to her.
You mean, we gotta talk to the victims.
We're the fucking victims! We are!
I didn't assault anyone.
Looks like you're here 'cause you hurt someone.
Hold on, "hurt" how?
I was the one hurting. Girls laughed at me my whole life.
We gotta haunt them till their dying day!
For us, it's the only way to get justice.
Justice!
If I'm dead, she is too!
Justice! Justice!
Listen to me now. Quiet!
Who here...
struck, attacked or...
raped someone?
Not me.
Never in my life.
I didn't rape anyone!
So she didn't say no?
Sure, but at the start.
The start of the rape?
It wasn't rape!
It was not rape!
Your friend looks for it.
She said so!
She wanted it.
She came to my place, she stripped off...
She was a tease. Teasing me all night, on her balcony...
She's looking for it.
She said so!
I'm wasting my breath. Anyway, we're...
We're here for revenge.
She's the monster!
We'll evaporate if this keeps on.
Anyway.
When you didn't say anything last time, I thought...
You're sure? You're not going to regret it?
I've always been sure, actually.
You're okay? You don't look it.
It's just crap.
Just grass, I mean...
Hangover, Paul...
The corpse in the closet.
You have lots of degrees.
I mean, my biggest achievement is my children.
Sign at the bottom here.
And you take that in front of me.
Nothing will happen before pill two.
Take it in 48 hours for expulsion.
After that, naturally, no penetration of any kind.
For at least two weeks.
Including tampons and water.
Basically, peace and quiet.
There's no one else.
Look, Ruby, I'm in court tomorrow, it's a long drive...
Do I wait for her or not? I'm losing it here. I don't get it.
Is Élise with you? Put her on.
Put her on!
Look, I don't know where she is. No, sorry, she's asleep.
She's not in a great place. I'll tell her you called.
That works, right?
- What's wrong with her? - Hormones and all...
What? He doesn't know.
What hormones?
- What? - He doesn't know!
Look...
That'll cut nicely.
Nothing, sorry. She's on her period.
- Cash or charge? - Credit card.
- I'll get it. - No, it's on me.
- I'll pay. I can afford it. - No, it was me who...
So it's on me.
No but...
Cash! We have to pay cash.
For sure.
Do you mind if we pay cash?
Makes no difference.
235,76 euros.
Next time, I pay.
Don't I know you?
Where have I seen you before?
Yeah, right...
Chicks today.
What are you into?
How come?
Guys? Girls?
Are you cracked? Guys, uh, girls.
- You said guys! - No.
You said guys.
Who cares? A guy floats your boat, cool!
Okay, let's go with chicks.
Do you know how to make a chick come?
Do you know what to do with her?
Of course I do, but you little whore...
Maybe start by looking at her sex.
Take a good look.
And remember, a guy's bits are outside.
Where are a woman's?
Inside, that's right.
Like a holy temple, like a cave.
Or I like simply to imagine a house.
A woman doesn't want a guy running into her house,
bursting in unannounced.
She doesn't want him coming in with muddy boots, see?
That's a no-no.
Or breaking and entering. A woman's sex is...
It's a welcome, not penetration. It must be ready.
You ring the bell before you go in.
You ask, you offer, you wait to be let in.
Once you understand that, maybe start, with the pulp of your fingers,
to stroke around the clitoris, but watch out,
it's sensitive. Know how many nerve endings a clitoris has?
10,000!
Sensitive, so go easy.
You check in, get it?
In your basket!
Brad, come here.
In you go.
Where do we put him?
In the tub.
The saw! The power saw!
Keep going.
- Can I get some water? - Water?
Water, no problem.
Come on, baby, again!
Be right back.
What's that noise?
That's a woman aborting. Get out!
- Nicole? You okay? - Paul!
You're alive? You're dead? Alive?
No, I'm not dead. Why?
She told you I was dead?
I'm half-dead when she's not around.
I feel awful, so alone.
- Hey, Paul, you okay? - Hi, Ruby.
How are you, sweetie?
You good?
- Where you going? Let me. - I'm in a hurry. I've got it.
You okay?
I kept calling but you didn't answer.
Sorry.
Élise, can you look at me?
I aborted.
- What? - I was pregnant.
- There you go. - Why'd you do that?
Why the fuck did you do that?
This is a nightmare!
I drive 1,000km to fetch you and you drop shit on me.
Hey, Nicole!
Come over.
Come see us.
- We've had an idea. - Ma'am, excuse me!
Beat it!
Are you nuts? What's wrong?
- You saw that guy? - Sure.
Run!
- Why? - Later!
What are you doing?
It's okay. We lost them.
Jessica?
Where'd you get the boat?
It belongs to a regular.
He lends me it anytime.
Named for his daughter who killed herself age 17.
Wait for me.
- Go away! - No.
I'm not going anywhere.
Help me. Watch out, don't fall.
We need to talk.
Here, I'll help you. Stop!
Stop running away!
Come here! Stop running.
I'm sick of looking for you, chasing after you. Come on!
Don't be so headstrong and childish! I don't get it.
Have you lost your mind or am I...
I'm confused. I hate to insist...
Headstrong, am I?
I thought I was "indecisive."
Listen up, I'll only say this once.
You're dumb to think your wife is yours.
You're dumb to think a baby would make me happy.
You're dumb. What else can I say?
You're dumb to think I come every time
when I'm just waiting for you to come and leave me alone!
How often do I insult you on your scooter so you won't hear
'cause I'm scared you'll sulk, lash out or give me shit!
Why am I never in the mood?
Why do you think?
You never give me time to be in the mood!
I'm so stressed I have wind because of you.
I don't get it.
Hey, bro.
I'm gonna croak. I don't get it.
Quit forcing her to want you.
I don't force her. She's my wife.
And she says things that I just don't get.
She says I make her fart.
She takes off on a boat.
So go with her!
Sweetheart, don't go. I'm begging you.
- Honey, I love you. - Leave me alone!
- Jump! - I can't, I'm scared.
Ruby, faster!
Do it!
There was something in the air that night.
We weren't the only ones.
Finally, the storm broke.
The rain was hot.
She was scared they'd keep haunting her.
Nicole, you coming?
- Go away! - Where'd you go, Nicole?
- Where'd you go? - Leave us alone.
You wanted rid of me?
I thought maybe you'd be gone.
How come?
Don't you love me anymore?
I was so dumb.
I've no idea how I ever fell in love with you, without knowing you.
Imagining you from afar was enough.
You destroyed my friend.
And you call us monsters?
You didn't stop yourself.
For your pleasure.
We have no choice. You had a choice, right?
Know what? I'm going to write now.
The truth about you and your buddies.
I'll go on my balcony and write.
Write what?
What will you write?
Your crappy woman's novel?
Write it. Nobody gives a fuck!
I'm gonna go because I'm sick of this.
It sucks, haunting you. I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to be here!
So, it's now.
Say it.
I just want you to say it.
What, right here, right now?
So I see it with my own eyes.
Now.
I'm scared.
I understand.
It's scary.
It's true.
I raped your friend.
Just before he vanished,
he said the truth.
"I raped your friend."
Sorry.
I read it.
I'm sorry.
It's super good.
Super good, what you wrote.
Especially the end, with the farewells.
It's beautiful.
They walked a long time that night.
The wind had picked up.
They breathed.
No one can say who smiled first.
But they all felt something extra in their hearts.
Like fresh hope.
Picturing themselves free.
Subtitles: Simon John
Subtitling TITRAFILM