Camille Rewinds Page #2

You're too close to the pipe.

You'll dry out.

Come here, little bee.

You're all drowsy.

What are you doing here in January?

If you stay here, you'll die.

So I'll put you outside...

At first you'll be very cold.

But there are places to warm up.

Go find your hive.

Good luck.

Still not dressed?

What are you doing?

I'm taping your voice. Talk again.

It's late. I made you toast.

Eat or it'll get cold.

Enough. Stop acting like a kid.

Remember your report card.

"Should give up scholastic tourism. "

Start offwell this semester.

What year am I in?

You have good teachers,

interesting subjects.

You say so yourself.

Too late

to turn my life around.

It's barely begun.

Don't be so sure. It's behind me.

What about me then?

I know it's a tough time for you.

You're growing up, asking questions.

You need to start seeing

a gynecologist.

And a shrink...

You want to see a shrink?

What do I need again?

Your bag... your notebook.

See you tonight.

My big girl...

Your gym clothes!

Hurry up!

Come on.

I'm glad to see you all.

Chill, girl!

Vacation is over.

Hand in your assignments.

What was it on?

Military and economic conflict

between the USSR.

and the United States.

I'm waiting.

I'm sorry. I didn't do my assignment.

Why not?

I was elsewhere.

Personal problems.

Remember what I said?

Hand in your papers.

Stop talking.

Why are you out here?

- I forgot my homework.

- Notebook.

Write it 300 times.

Study hall.

Do I know you?

Psycho.

She'd get...

She takes tiny feminine steps.

You have 16 in femininity.

A six-point difference?

You find her feminine?

Your body has a major problem.

I don't know what. It's weird.

Maybe your ass is flat.

Show us your ass.

That's it. Totally flat.

Too flat for your b*obs.

They're gigantic.

So weird!

Tits and ass don't match.

You were misassembled.

I know.

I give you 2 for ass.

That's a 4.5 average.

It's the look too.

Show yourself off!

You lose femininity points.

Can I go? Anything else?

Don't get upset.

I'd forgotten how awful this age is!

I get badmouthed by kids and I'm...

Don't give in.

There are exercises.

Right, Louise?

Tell her what to tell that b*tch.

B*tch.

Go on!

Bimbo!

Dirty whore!

F*** yourself, floozy!

I'll make you eat your scores,

sh*t bag!

Pathetic show-dog poodle!

I'll parade you naked at school

on a leash!

I'll swap your face with your ass

and see what score you get.

Not bad.

See? It just takes some training.

My problem's the opposite.

I'm not gentle.

Want to be gentle?

Sometimes.

That's easy.

When you light a cigarette...

The pack.

Don't lunge for it like a brute.

Do it gently.

Almost like a caress.

Then open it,

like a fancy jewelry box.

Then you choose the cigarette.

Like you're voting for the best one.

Take it, gently.

Light it.

Pause for a second.

Very important.

Take a deep breath

demurely looking away.

Gentlest girl in the world.

You make me want to try.

Too bad I don't smoke.

Look...

I make love to my cigarette.

The two of us

are head-over-heels in love.

Like two birds...

so beautiful, so delicate, rubbing...

the tips of their wings.

I'm gentle now.

Let's split.

Just don't talk to me.

Psycho.

Lock-tease?

Will you unlock my bike?

Now?

Too bad. They got along.

They've been chatting away.

Shop talk, bike to bike.

But friendly.

Listen...

You're there. I'm here.

You go that way. I go this way.

- What did I do to you?

- You ruined my life.

- Who's he?

- Forget it.

Is he out to get you

or vice versa?

I feel something.

Think I have a chance with her?

- Change yourjokes.

- The bike?

Lock-tease.

Not with a girl like her.

She's a Mathilde de la Mle.

Haughty, proud, capricious.

A nightmare.

Who?

"The Red and the Black".

In the book

there's Mme de Reynal,

gentle, maternal and passionate.

And Mathilde de la Mle.

Young, proud,

passionate too, but a pain.

She hates me? Not a chance?

On the contrary.

Each time she sees you,

she loses it.

She likes you.

It's Mathilde's immature side.

Are you sure?

She likes me?

Hold on!

Are you kidding?

It's the last time.

Who is this one for?

For Mom.

- This one?

- You.

I got it.

Guess I'm King.

There's the cat.

You're my king.

Now kiss.

Want us to dance too?

Talk.

- Like what?

- Whatever...

Here we go again.

We're having a King Cake.

Was it good?

Very. Better than last year's.

Thank you. That's all.

Goodness.

Anything wrong?

My head...

I need an aspirin.

Dr. Goujon?

It's Mrs. Vaillant's daughter,

Camille.

My mom's having frequent headaches.

She needs a CAT scan.

I'll call you back.

What are you up to?

Don't look in my bag.

You need to do a CAT scan.

Nonsense.

A CAT scan.

I've heard it all.

Camus.

The Plague.

You have oral reports to do today.

Female.

Go on, miss.

So...

The author is saying...

You didn't work on your report

at home, as I asked?

I did, sir.

Are you sure?

You didn't spend your time

writing to your dear diary?

Confessing the tribulations

of an hysterical virgin

in blue marine ink

with little hearts doodled all over?

I don't like how you talk.

- Excuse me?

- I'm going.

I decide. What the hell?

Back to your seats!

We'll let her hormones cool off

and not get distracted by...

I don't agree either.

If you keep it up,

I won't come either!

It's a revolution, sir!

Shame on you, uncouth man!

Total class.

Mathilde de la Mle.

I am a super virgin!

You are a super virgin!

- You, Virgin Queen!

- To die for!

Not into guys?

- Virgin in your head too?

- I have a disease.

I do it all the time, nonstop.

I think you're totally sexy.

A sex bomb. Guys are going to feel

your sex vibes.

It'll turn them on.

Super virgin... And you?

I had sex with...

Jacques Higelin.

In a piano bar.

It was good but he was drunk.

He puked after.

Then I slept... with Christophe.

Graziani?

The singer! Are you crazy?

How was it?

Amazing.

He's so gentle, sensual, tender...

We made love all night long.

He wore his sunglasses. He's shy.

They fell off once.

I saw his eyes.

Very, very blue.

I experienced true love.

A very long relationship, 25 years.

Drawn together like magnets.

When we made love, we were one.

I was his other half...

and he was mine.

When we were apart,

we felt incomplete.

We made love at least...

Each time was like the first.

And he died.

What of?

- He disappeared.

- Where to?

He just...

disintegrated.

Now I'll sleep with tons of guys.

Big change.

"The Lovers" by Goldoni

Auditions for Eugnie

Today at 2 p. m.

Alice...

Eugnie and Fulgence bicker,

but are in love.

It's a lovers' spat. Understand?

And talk a lot louder!

But I can't!

That was perfect!

I'm screaming. And if I scream,

I can't act. I can't be natural!

Hardest thing in theater:

projecting your voice

while remaining sincere.

Once more.

Where's Fulgence?

I shan't give you reason to be irate.

Poor me.

I regret you spent time

with a madwoman.

But take heart.

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