Ariane's Thread (2014) - full transcript

Following Ariane's thread

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Happy birthday!
- Thank you!

Hi Mom, happy birthday!
Happy birthday!

I'm with Ludovic, we'll be here
in two days. Kiss.

Happy birthday!
Happy, happy birthday!

Yes! Coming!

Hello!

- Here are your flowers.
- Thank you Sir!

And happy birthday.

Hi honey, it's me.



Well, happy birthday.

I hope you got the flowers.
I'm still in Bordeaux now.

I'm not sure I can go home tomorrow.

I send kisses. Have a nice
birthday with the kids.

Hi Mom. Clara told me
she is in the Alps.

Well, I send kisses.
Have a nice birthday.

I hope you are not alone. Kisses.

Excuse me, do you have light please?

Thanks.

Come on!

- Do you often dance here?
- It's the first time.

I'll come again.

Don't you think a guy selling
sandwiches would make a fortune here?

Oh, you are hungry!



Yeah, kind of.

If you want, a know a nice place.

- But you won't dare following me.
- I won't what?

- Dare
- I won't dare?

I will dare. I'm a very daring person.

This way, ladies.

Hello Martine!

Sit here, it's the best table.
Sun and comfortable chairs.

Come on, come in.
There is still some room.

Do you have a table outside?

There may be 2 or 3 places left.

Here, I got you a hopeless woman.

- I'm not hopeless.
- That's not what she told me.

I said people are hopeless.

- What can I get you?
- Desesperados.

No, a strong expresso please.

One strong expresso.

How many are you?

- What do you mean?
- How many of you will have lunch?

- I'm alone.
- It's original.

Martine will find you a place. Martine!

I'm not sure I'll have lunch.

Even more original.

But you're right.
People having lunch in restaurants

are like people swimming in
swimming pools. Incomprehensible.

3 wants to lunch inside after all.

Of course, the poor are old and cold.
Put them inside, hurry up.

If you want I have nice red mullets.

- Martine will find you a place.
- Give me a glass of white wine.

Here is some wine.

Here is Jack, our American.

And you, Madam are...

- Ariane.
- Ariane.

Ariane, Jack.
Jack, Ariane.

- You're American?
- Yes.

- You're American?
- Yes.

No, you aren't American.

- Yes.
- Impossible.

- Yes, I am.
- IAM, they are from Marseilles.

No, I am is American.

See, you're not American!

Martine! Please, the lady at table 4.

Come with me.

- Don't we know each other?
- I don't know?

You can use this one.

A lady eating alone in a restaurant...

is unacceptable.

It never happens.
It's incomprehensible.

Well... it happens.

I am incomprehensible.

People pass, see me and think...

"Oh! An incomprehensible woman!"

They must think I follow someone.
Like I track someone.

I don't just follow. Because...

I know who I am.
I don't need to follow anything.

I don't follow anybody.
Or maybe I track myself.

That's all I do.

People pass and must think...

- "Oh, a woman following herself!"
- I have understood.

A woman... following...

A woman... following...

"herself."

30, it's okay.

- He's leaving?
- He's taking Lola to work.

- How do I do?
- I would have taken you but I can't.

- I'll call a cab for you.
- Yes, please.

Too bad we have to go to the market.

If I don't go, my parents will
tear me apart and eat my flesh.

They are voracious, you know.

Bye!

Let's go!

- Where are you going?
- Near the harbor.

I don't know what it's called.

This is not looking rosy.

"Near the harbor.
I don't know what it's called."

Get in.

I'll have to note it.

"Where are you going?"

"Near the harbor.
I don't know what it's called."

Which harbor? Kazakhstan?
Northern Sea?

La Seine sur Mer? Mauregot?
There are harbors everywhere!

Le Havre? Ingushetia?

What music do you want?
Modern? Classic? Blues?

I know what I'll have you listen to.

This voice! This guy's voice!

I collect voices. I love voices.

Let me tell you, I have 45 cats.

It may sound like a mess
but not at all.

They listen to the music I put on.

Can you believe that?
They listen to the music.

But there are some voices
they can't stand.

You don't say anything.

You are thinking.

What are you thinking of?

She won't say a thing.

I'm heading to the harbor
Idunnowhatitscalled.

Let me tell you it will not be cheap.

Tell me...

How long will you let me go in circles?

This will not be cheap!

Stop! Stop! Follow this truck!
It's there! It's there!

Follow this car! I knew it!

- Can't you go faster?
- Then I have to put on blues.

Hurry up, we will lose it.

They can go the wrong ways
because they bribed the police.

But if they take my license,
will you feed my cats?

- That was a good one.
- Faster!

Easy, I know where they are going.
There is only one impound.

This will not be cheap!

I don't take credit cards. You think
I want to give money to the banks?

The impound doesn't accept it either.

I don't think I have enough money.

- Is there an ATM nearby?
- Of course, they need one.

- Just in front of you.
- Right.

You can take more and tip me.

I knew it! I knew it!

I almost told you!

Fuck! We're in deep shit!

What does that mean?
How can we live in this world?

Fuck!

I saw it coming when I heard the mob!

- Stop shouting!
- Why not?

It's my money they stole?
What will I do now?

It will cost you a lot!

Well take me back to the restaurant.

I'm sure the owner will
lend me the money.

It's on the other side of the city.
Stop joking.

I'm a taxi driver, not a social worker.

Here we are.

We're in deep shit.

Don't cry like this.

It will cost us a lot.

I can't stand it anymore. I can't.

I will take her back.

I will take her back!

I won't start the counter. Okay?

There's a point where the counter stops.

What will it count? The wind?

What will my cat eat?

Some days I'd rather break my leg.

You know what?

You're a walking catastrophe.

Oh, I will put some Schubert on!

It will calm you down.

It works with cats. Schubert works!

It always work.
It calms them very efficiently.

Schubert's Trout.

Do you get it?

Schubert's Trout.

You need to be cultured
or it's not funny.

Let's go.

It's closed!

Wait 5 minutes! He went shopping,
he will be back.

Yes, sure.

Give me your phone number,
I'll pay you tomorrow.

Tomorrow, sure...
Another good day for me.

I hope I'll have more of this.
Enough with you for today.

Hello?

Of course! I'm having
the time of my life!

Flowers? Yes! A lot!

So many of them!
Like a burial!

Yes. Well... On Monday.

Or Wednesday.

Yes, you can come on Sunday.
It's all the same.

Yes, okay!

I send kisses too.

Okay! No! No! No!

I'm perfectly normal!
Why do you say that?

Listen, I have to hang up now. Okay?

Bye!

I...

I took shelter.

No problem.

The rain will stop.
It's only a brief rainfall.

Phones are convenient.

They are good.

We can tell anything we want.

They have to believe us.

They called me once.
Know what I told them?

That I was in Douala.
"Yes! Yes! I'm in Douala!"

"I'll be there tonight."
He was crying! He was happy!

In the end they understood
I wasn't there.

"It's not possible, Martial!"

"Martial! We never know
if what you say is true!"

Are you alright?

Don't stay here.

Do you know where you'll sleep?

- No.
- Come to my place.

Good night then.

Good night.

They're leaving one by one the village

To go and earn their living

Far from the land where they were born

They had been dreaming for a long time

About the city and its secrets,

The Formica and the movies.

For the old people, it wasn't strange

When they wiped their lips

Mechanically with their sleeves.

But they knew all about

Killing quail or partridge

And eating goat cheese.

However

How beautiful the mountain is!

How could one think

While watching a flock of swallow

That autumn just arrived?

With their hands over their heads

They had built low walls

Until the top of the hill

No matter the days, the years

They all had a well-born soul

Gnarled as a vine stock.

Vines run mixed with wood

Wine won't be done any more

It was an awful cheap wine

But it was making people
live hundred years,

And these people were numerous,

If it didn't make you feel dizzy.

Good morning, Sir!

Oh, yes!

How beautiful the mountain is!

How could one think

While watching a flock of swallow

That autumn just arrived?

So, good night?

Perfect. Four stars!

Cradled by the sea.

What's all this?

Souvenirs.

What souvenirs?

Mine. My souvenirs.

Take this.

- It's for you.
- For me?

Thank you.

To the kitchen, hurry up!

Go now! It's hot!
Don't do it like last Saturday.

Take care of this properly, kids!

Thank you.

And Martine? What is Martine doing?

What about the 30 that are coming?

You asked already!
Your record is scratched! God-damn!

- Are you always in such a good mood?
- Not at all.

I'm a business keeper, it's different.

Behind the bar, I have to smile.

People say so. They are right.

In real life, he's a real pain!

- Will you have lunch here today?
- I don't know, I don't...

Maybe.

If she has lunch here, one more for me.

You are insatiable!
You are scratchy and insatiable!

- Do you know what he asked?
- No.

He wants a share
because he brought you here.

It's our deal!

If she has lunch here again today,
she will become a regular.

What did we say in our deal? What?

No share from the regulars!

That's our deal.

- She was not a regular yesterday.
- She became one! Right, Jacques?

Yes, the girl is a deal my friends!

Of course!

And Martine? No news yet?

We can't manage without her.

Do you want me to help?

What is that? Who are you?

An angel from Heaven?

They are many!

- Bye!
- Bye!

See you soon!

Bye!

Bye!

How pretty you are!

Are you having a walk?

- You call this a walk?
- Who said that?

- Is anybody here?
- Me.

- "Me" who?
- Me. Here.

- You?
- Yes.

- You can talk?
- Of course!

But a talking turtle...

- That doesn't exist.
- And people talking to turtles?

- You think that exist?
- It's not the same.

She's a good one!

She asks a questions and
is surprised to get an answer.

Well I'm polite.

When I'm asked, I answer.

You are polite.

And pretty!

Yes! What are you doing here?

I left my house.

- Where are you going?
- If only I knew...

You don't know where you're going?

No.

Not knowing where you go
must be formidable!

- Do you think so?
- Of course!

Don't you realize?
We are always home.

This is our homes.

I've had it up here!
I can't find a way out of it.

Let me tell you, this is not a life.

It's horrible.

Believe me. You don't know
how lucky you are.

You're sleeping! Move! Move! Come on!

- Fuck! What time is it?
- We're going, man.

- It's time to go now!
- Okay, let's go.

- Are you seasick?
- No.

- Follow me then.
- I'm following, I'm following.

I'm following more and more.

Starboard! They are over there!
Over there!

Yes, this way! Go ahead!

Where there are small birds
there are small fish.

You think he's crazy?

He's a genius.

A real genius. He knows everything.

Right, Jack? You know everything!

He's focused now.

Show her! Read us what you wrote.
You'll see!

The strength of the myth,
either pagan or religious,

is to allow a community to unite
against the infinity of the sky.

It's to allow to a group to exchange,
in the same temporality,

with past forces and sacred souls
of the Earth.

The economic growth drove
Occidental men away from these rites.

Nothing is more contradictory
than forgetting. But, still, we forget.

Nowadays, our countrysides only
speak about the spectral survival,

almost frightening,

of what used to be
the beauty of the world,

before the devastating fury
of liberalism.

Here we are. He fucking amazes me.

You know what, Jack?
You are amazing!

Seriously, how can he finds that?
"The devastating fury of liberalism."

It's beautiful. It has rhythm.
He's always right.

He's writing the great book
that will change our world.

That's why I feed him.

- You're kind of a sponsor.
- Right. Exactly.

- Were you sleeping?
- No, no. Come in.

Take this.

Look.

This is where I used to work.

I've worked there for 30 years.

Here. This is the elephant's room.

It used to be behind a fence,
with his house.

But he got pneumonia and
the poor was stuffed.

- You were keeping elephants?
- Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

- Where?
- In the palace.

Longchamps Palace, the Zoo.

These are the jars from the
Museum of Natural History!

I remember now. My father took me there
every Sunday when I was a kid!

It's me!

- I was the keeper! Don't you remember me?
- Well, no...

30 years.

I worked there for 30 years.

Every morning, every evening.

Here.

They are my children. All of them.

She is In?s.

Here is Octavo!

Octavo is really pretty. He misses me.

You know, Madam...

He misses me. They all miss me.

They wish I were there with them.

I've visited them
every night fr so long!

So wish them a good night.

For my children to sleep well.

But now...

I'm too far away, you understand?

I can hear them crying.
They are suffering.

So I tell them:
"Don't cry! Don't cry!"

They can't hear me,
I need to shout so loud!

They are far away.

I can't abandon them.

Don't cry.

It's okay.

It's nothing, it's the rain.

It's the rain.

Every night, it's okay.

Wait!

I think it's here.

I'm ashamed. I haven't come in 20 years.

People here don't count years.

If only we could know...

Are you coming?

No.

See?

I'm your age now.

I made it, Mom.

Starting from today, I'm older than you.

You loved your songs more than us.

Cabarets, concerts, shows...
You did whatever you liked.

I come to tell you were right.

Right to creep.

But it's been 20 years now.

You wan to know what
it feels like to be your age?

I don't know.

It does nothing.

- What happened? You felt? Are you okay?
- No, it's nothing. Everything is fine.

I'm very fine here.

- Are you sure you are alright?
- Yes, yes. Leave me here.

- How will you go home? I gotta go.
- Just leave me here.

So you make cabarets shows too.

Didn't you hurt your head?

Come on, Lola will
get mad at me. Let's go.

Here you are.

- And there.
- Are you new?

- You may say so.
- Martine won't come anymore?

- Martine is her fianc?e.
- Oh, I can have a new fianc?e.

I'm sure sure Martine will agree.

My bird, she doesn't play the starlet

She doesn't put on

Sunglasses

She doesn't pose for magazines

She works in a factory

At Cr?teil

In an overpopulated suburb

We live in a furnished flat

She and me

The window has but one pane

Which overlooks the warehouse

And the roofs

We don't go to Saint-Paul-De-Vence

We spend every holiday

At Saint-Ouen

As a family we have but a godmother

Somewhere in Lorraine

And that's far

But my bird, she's twenty-five

And I really think that
the Blessed Virgin

Of the churches

Hasn't more love in her eyes

And doesn't smile better

Whatever is said

At Summer, when City falls asleep

At home, there's sun

Which lingers

I lay my head on her loins

I slowly take her hand

And keep it

We tell each other
all the things that come to us

That's as beautiful as Verlaine,

It would seem

We look at sunset

And then we make love

Secretly

My bird, she doesn't play the starlet

She doesn't put on

Sunglasses

She doesn't pose for magazines

She works in a factory

At Cr?teil

Can I take her with me on the boat?

And I will stay here, alone,
like a dog under the snow.

Thank you!

Of course you can.
Let her have some fresh air.

Are you happy?

You are not answering.

I had a dream. You never talked to me.

This is the most beautiful
day of my life.

Denis I live with Denis,
he never took me anywhere.

Thank you Ariane! Thank you!

You are very welcome.

Do you think I love old people?
What do I care?

He's a pain. He's jealous now.
I didn't need that.

Impossible.

- I have to work tomorrow.
- You could have a sick note.

Honey... a sick note?

You have a kind doctor.

Will he sleep with my clients?

Don't tell me you...

A whore. Yes. Why?

In one night I earn more than the minimum
wage. Why wouldn't I? It's securing.

I have a bed and a bathtub.

I have appointments, I can cancel.

I go to holidays whenever I want.
I can buy everything I like.

I have only slept with I husband.

I'm not the type to be
looked after by some guy.

- Rather many guys.
- Don't judge adulterous women.

They will be forgiven
become they will have loved a lot.

If the Bible says so...

Poor Rapha?l.

Rapha?l...

Rapha?l is a dreamer.

We can't earn a decent living with
these old tourists, let me tell you.

Our generation has no future.

Also... he's jealous.

He thinks like 19th Century people did.

He hit you so you don't do that anymore.

Yes.

What's the opposite of a mackerel?
(pimp)

Well...

A goldfish?

Get out of here!
You break everything you touch!

Okay, man.

And remove your hands from there!
Don't you see you will get electrocuted?

No, no, no.

- This thing has to work.
- Never, never.

"Never, never." What a pain you
are with your "never never".

Is it open or not?

- No, it's closed.
- Can we dine?

We will find a way.
I will cook you something.

Aren't you working tonight?

I'm not in the mood.

Rapha?l ditched me.
I don't know what to do.

I always thought
Rapha?l was a bit special.

Guys, let's eat and
talk about something else.

Why are you always closed
in the evening?

Listen...

Some have been slowly
poisoned by asbestos.

Others have crushed bones
because of tin steam and acids.

These are working heroes.

Their tearful families are haunting
the rooms of useless efforts,

asking for deserved compensations.

But if I open in the evening,
I'm a dead man.

Alcoholism is not
a professional disease, it's a shame.

I, in the evening, only drink water.

Very good.

Don't worry.

I will help you.

He will bring a bus tomorrow.
You can see him then.

He loves you.

He told me that's why he hit you.

I won't be a cashier again
just to please him.

Love... Love...
Do you know what love is?

It's...

to give what you don't have...

to someone who doesn't want it.

- Did you invent that?
- Yes.

Impressive. Here, have a drink.

What was that?

Martial is wishing his children
a good night.

It's not good.

It's not good at all.

- What do you want us to do?
- You will just stay here?

Action-less.

What are you waiting for?

Won't you go see him?

- We all tried.
- It changed nothing.

- "It changes noting"?
- No, it doesn't.

And you let a man crying his life out?

- It's good for him.
- It removes the pressure.

You are monsters. Where am I?

With heartless monsters.

A man is crying and you don't move.

Why didn't wait for you to have a heart.
We hired him to be our guard.

We gave him a job.
And it was not charity.

There is nothing to guard here.
But he needs it.

It's been a guard his whole life.

We pay him a little, for nothing.

But it makes him happy.

And I think we can help him more.

He is... crazy.

Completely crazy.

In?s!

Octavo!

The sandman is here!

Close your eyes, kids!

Good night!

Martial.

Are you okay?

What's going on?

Erase... Erase...

Who's there? Who?

- Can I do something?
- No! No.

There's nothing to be done.
It's too late. It will be over.

- Did you do all of this?
- Yes.

I did. For the kids. For my kids.

Martial, this is not a life!

You have to go back home, in Douala.

- I can! - Why?
- Because of the money!

You have a pension thanks to your work.

You can have a good life in Douala.

Yes. But it's not that simple.

Don't you know? You have to live here
to get the money.

- Otherwise, it's suspended.
- Really?

Yes, it's suspended if you leave.

You must have an address here
or it's not possible.

Here, look at this.

The paper says so. It's written.

Yes, it's the law.

The law! Yes! It's written!

Written!

- Are you sad?
- No.

I'm thinking about what I am.

- And what is your thought?
- All of a sudden I realize...

If you leave your place...

If you remove yourself
from your own landscape...

You know what?

Everything works.

Everything keeps going on.

You're like a stock under a wardrobe
that was never used.

- Your kids didn't call?
- Neither my husband did.

Lola! Where is Lola?

- In my pocket.
- Be serious. Who were you talking to?

- The turtle.
- Enough. Where is she?

I love her.

I never loved anyone like her.

Do you know what happens in my head
when I imagine what she does?

I become crazy and
can't stop thinking of it.

But she's not living in your head.

She lives in this world,
like we all do.

You can't hit a woman. Even when
trying to stop her behaving badly.

I had never hit anybody.
I don't know what's gotten into me.

It's her fragrance. When she comes back,
she wears that fragrance.

I don't know what's going on. My vision
is blurred. It's too much for me...

It was too much for me.

You know what being a man is? It's
resisting to what is stronger than you.

Come on, follow me. I'll help you.

She's pretty, isn't she?

Very pretty.

So you truly are an angel.

You actually fell from the sky.

I feel like it's a dream.

My dream...

My real dream...

- Do you what it it is?
- No, tell me.

To sing.

In public. In front of everybody.

What an idea.

I wish I could sing for my Mom.

Be as free as her.

To each his dream.

Maybe dreams disappear
when they come true.

You have to try.

You have to try.

Someone talking about happiness
often has sad eyes

Isn't that a sob of disappointment

A string snapped under
the fingers of a guitarist

Nevertheless, I tell you
happiness exists

Not just in dreams,
not just in the clouds

Earth, Earth, here is
its undiscovered safe harbor

What would I be without you
who came to meet me?

What would I be
but a soul in the woods, sleeping

For just this hour held frozen
on the face of the watch?

What would I be without you

but these few stammered words?

Did you have nice dreams?

Did you sleep well?

Shall I read what I wrote?

No. Isn't this silence nice?

Well, what I wrote is about the silence.
So I'll read it for you.

Not a leaf was moving.

We could hear the cicadas singing.

A thud and and monotone sound
coming from the sea

was bringing news about
the eternal sleep that awaits us.

The rumor arose from the sea

tough neither Marseilles nor
the Estaque existed yet.

It's rising today and will
keep rising when we will be no more.

- And...
- Holy shit! We have one!

- We got it.
- It was a strong one.

- Hell!
- I got completely nervous.

- Stop! Fuck!
- It's big!

It's big!

Yes, it's big. But I saw bigger ones.

Bigger, maybe.

But more beautiful...

Never!

You cried the whole night.

Oh, my beauty.

My beauty.

There is something in your eyes
that can understand it, isn't it?

- Maybe they can hear you even if
you don't shout. - I doubt it.

They are far away.

And they will be even further away.

Don't you know?
The boss wants to get rid of them.

They want to throw them away with the
garbage, because they're useless.

As if they never were really alive.

- What can you do?
- We should...

That's what we should do.

- How can I help you?
- Look.

I kept the key. Here.

Can you imagine? Such an expedition!

- You know it's impossible.
- But that's what he wants.

- Never! Never!
- No way.

You're crazy. She's crazy.

He's right, you are crazy.
There are limits.

- You have nothing in your pants.
- She thinks she's a cucaracha.

Pasionaria! Pasionaria!
Not cucaracha.

You can write.
But that's all you can do.

Didn't you say the Occidental man has
lost... What? His rites.

If I get you right, shouldn't we help
this man that doesn't accept

corpses without sepultures?
Isn't he right?

Begin with putting all the napkins on.

- Then we'll think.
- What is he writing?

Do not accept corpses
without sepultures.

Nice girl. She is a very nice girl.

This way.

You know...

I can still hear them today.

Finally dry!

You scared me.

It's the first time
I frighten somebody.

- Where are we?
- In paradise!

Are we dead?

Arian is Dead. Long life to Ariane.
As we told about the kings.

A new life is beginning for you.

You're talking alone now.

Touch your head, it must be boiling.

Where are we now, my friends?

Maybe in Africa!

This song!

- It's what my mother used to sing.
- Her mother was a singer.

- Oh. Really?
- Yes, a singer and a clown.

The title is "You've made your bed, now
you must lie in it". I know the lyrics.

What do we do know?
We won't grow old if we stay here.

Come on, let's go.

All because of his damned jars.

Let's take the shutter
and go to Marseilles.

What is it again?

Fuck!

I can't stand you anymore.

You can't help me, you're too selfish.

We'll play tonight,
I'm telling you to go get ready.

No, it's over. Over.
End of the line, all change please!

You are impossible!
Go get ready, for God's sake!

You want be to
get mad once again, right?

I can't. I can't.

- What can't you do?
- Sing tonight.

How can you say that?
I saw you do that a dozen times.

Listen, we can't keep
rehearsing for 3 months.

I don't know if you realize
we will play tonight. Well, "play"...

- I know what I mean.
- And what do you mean?

- What do you mean with that look.
- What look?

- You mean I can't do it.
- Not at all.

You always thought I was a bad actress.

- What are you doing?
- Quitting! I can't take it anymore!

No, you can't do that to me.

I can do it. This I can do.

Come here. Be careful with the costume.

- Fuck you're costume!
- There's no reason to ruin it!

Look at what you did.

Come back, I'm begging you.

- Never.
- Please.

You can't even direct me.

I told you "interior"

You can understand "interior",
it's not difficult.

- Wasn't I interior, last time?
- Yes, but...

Do it again.

- Let go of me.
- Come on.

- Let go of me!
- Here, very good. Between your tooth.

Just like this, you did it!
You can do it!

- I'm having a nervous breakdown!
- Yes, it's very good.

You're doing it.
Come on, do it again.

Let go of me, don't you speak French?

Let me go and never touch me again.

Stop, stop. Pull yourself together!

Mornings, evenings, nights...
you keep fucking with me.

- Fuck you! Fuck you!
- Okay, good.

You do your show all alone.

Cause you are never fucking
with me, maybe?

- You're pathetic.
- Here you are again.

Shitty director with dumb ideas.

My dumb ideas put food in your mouth.
And I won't say everything.

- Stop it.
- You try me, you find me.

- Don't be surprised you find me.
- Listen, I'm not you're chick anymore.

Look at you, seriously.

How the fuck could I
live with such a guy?

You know what I see when I look
at you? Ruins. Really, ruins.

- A ruin that earns your money.
- You don't earn anything!

- Nothing. You don't even fuck me!
- We're talking business, not the rest!

The rest? Let's talk about the rest.

The rest is a chicken. A carcass
for the dog. That's what's left.

There's nothing left.

So... Goodbye.

I'm leaving. I'm going to travel.

I need fresh air!

- Very clever.
- Show us the beginning.

What beginning?

- Of the show. Why do they fight?
- You think this was theater?

- Wasn't it?
- Not at all. It was real life.

I lost my main actress and my wife
at the same time.

Is it what you liked?

- Do you think she left for good?
- Yes, yes.

That's what people enjoy.

See an execution. Death in an area.
What a shame.

Secret story. Trust TV.

I can help you.

Help me? How? Do to what?

I'm ruined, desolated, lost.

Have you already played?
Can you sing?

- Yes.
- You sang at school.

For your boss. In your factory.
Of course.

Some bullshit. Works council.

- Everybody is an actor today.
- I know that song by heart.

No. This is enough.
Can't you see we can't stand it?

- We need to go home.
- Yes, he's right. Go home.

Seeing a man's degradation
is not enjoyable.

But... maybe we can help!

I'm telling you it's enough, Ariane.

Let's go now.

All I can do now is commit suicide.

- He'll commit suicide!
- Can't you see he's acting?

Hollywood! Hollywood!

- No!
- Yes. Yes, Ariane.

Come on. All of us already almost
drowned because of your stories.

- It's true, Ariane.
- It's true!

My stories?

So now there are my stories?

What about him? And him?
Martial, you're not saying anything now?

You were happy we all did things for you
and now you don't say a word!

Where are the monsters
we brought to the sea, now?

In your cold hearts.

You are the monsters.

She is crazy.

Crazy girl.

Can you hear the shutter?
Let's go home.

Let's all go.

Do you know what is in this shutter?

My audience. They are all my audience.

It's over.

It's over now.

I can't stand it anymore.
I will end it, I'm ruined.

The audience will attend my suicide.

- Denis, what will we do if he dies?
- Can't you see it's cinema?

I'm fed up with you.
I'm going out of here.

Lola, come with me.

Denis!

- Denis, stop.
- No, I'm fed up.

I swear, I can't.
She wants to help everybody!

- Don't you fucking have a heart?
- What?

Me, heartless?
You're saying so, Martial?

That's a good one. Tell me,
how long have I been feeding you?

You're our guard but there's nothing
to guard! We almost died for you!

For your Octavo, your In?s!
Your little things!

My balls! I'm heartless?!

- That's the best one.
- You are being unjust.

- You're starting too.
- Let her sing if she wants to.

Why wouldn't she have
the right to sing?

Men can only torment us.
Torment! Torment! Torment!

- I don't torment you.
- That's the only thing you do!

- Here we go again.
- Yes.

- Don't you start too!
- No problem.

What an idiot you are.

Don't cry, it's not worth it.

- What can I do?
- Go talk to him.

Hold him in your arm.

Whisper something to his ear.

Do you think so?

Tell him...

"Denis, darling..."

"Denis, just once."

"Let me sing, just once."

Tell him you want to sing for him.

His heart will be upside down.

He will be easy to handle.

Tell him...

"My Denis, let the two of us
have a deal."

"A chance. Just one. The last one."

Etc, etc... Do you understand?

Yeah...

- Do you think it will work?
- Of course!

You must negotiate in life.

But...

But?

You need to be strong
and sing well.

Nobody can do that for you.
Especially me.

You need to please them.
They must want to hear more of it.

Only you can do that, pretty. Only you.

Only you know if you are capable of it.

- I can try.
- You can't try. You must succeed.

Come on. Call him.

"Denis..."

Denis! Denis!

Wait!

Denis!

Wait for me! Denis! Wait for me!

What is it again?

Let me sing once.

Just once.

You always gamble your life
on a single bet.

It's like trains passing by
and you have to jump aboard.

They won't be stopping.

Ladies and Gentlemen
Here is what my mother

One day foretold

"You will end up in a morgue"

"In an asylum or on a scaffold"

"Yeah, keep talking,
These are only words"

"Let me tell you
You won't have my skin"

"How I will end up?
I don't know"

"But you don't know either
Ladies and Gentlemen"

We are not dogs

You've made your bed,
now you must lie in it

Nobody will come to tuck you up

If somebody has to win
It will be me

She sings like Jean Ferrat!

If somebody has to die
It will be you

You've made your bed,
now you must lie in it

Nobody will come to tuck you up

If somebody has to win
It will be me

If somebody has to die
It will be you

Ladies and Gentlemen
Here is what my husband

Used to tell me
With every tones

"Love is the only thing on Earth"

"Let's not think about tomorrows"

"Yeah, keep talking,
Love is beautiful"

"But life consumes us everyday"

"Love is not what feed us"

"You have to think about your old days"

We are not dogs

You've made your bed,
now you must lie in it

Nobody will come to tuck you up

If somebody has to win
It will be me

If somebody has to die
It will be you

You've made your bed,
now you must lie in it

Nobody will come to tuck you up

If somebody has to win
It will be me

If somebody has to die
It will be you

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Surprise!

- Did you believe us?
- Yes.

We knew it would work.
How could we miss your birthday?

Happy birthday

Our most sincere wishes

May these few flowers
Bring you much happiness

May the whole year
Be sweet and light

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, darling.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- You believed us, didn't you?
- I thought you had forgotten.

Hello!

Dreams have simply and completely
gone out of our sight.

And I regret that.