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I'm the right type.

Honestly, I think you are.

Think it over.

You see the view?

It can even be bought.

Go.

I simply looked at him.

He didn't see me.

He wouldn't recognise me anyway.

Whenever you tell the truth,

no one believes you.

He wouldn't recognise me anyway.

And ...

whenever you tell the truth,

no one believes you.

There. She is it!

She can easily switch from

light to heavy.

This woman is always changing.

Never where you expect her!

That's right.

- Well, I could describe what ...

- Some scenes.

I could rewrite a few scenes.

I just wanted to ask you!

Now I see very well,

how that person can...

add a kind of brutality and ...

how can I say ...

animality with some ...

subtlety to it.

Look for another one.

She's the person, I agree.

Be inspired by her.

But look for another one.

Like her!

- Excuse me, but ...

- That's not possible.

We all agree,

that she is the person. So why not?

It's easy.

We don't want a stripper.

She isn't a stripper.

She is a dancer!

Do it, Mademoiselle.

It's quite clear. Nothing naked,

no erotic allusions.

A clean reputation.

You understand? Clean.

Relax your mouth.

Again.

- What?

- The movement.

Stop.

Look at me, look at the lens.

That's it.

Very good. Think of something pleasant

that you don't want to stop.

Great. Chin down.

Wonderful!

Awesome!

Well, look at the camera.

What's up?

Nothing.

I thought of all those Sundays,

I spent at home.

Every time the door opened,

I hoped my mother would get me.

I stayed there, didn't move,

staring at the door.

But the corridor became dark.

I'm dizzy.

Do you remember the first time

you took me in your arms?

- Can you turn around?

- Where?

To the roundabout.

Why? I wanted to take you

to a place you'll love.

Two minutes, please.

I think I've seen something.

And now?

Nothing. Forgive me.

Give me your coat.

I keep it. Thanks.

And now ...

tell me how you got out

of the asylum today.

A friend wrote a letter

with a fake signature to ...

the Director, that my mother

invites me to dinner.

I've got something for you.

Maybe I'm shortsighted,

but I'll always recognize you.

You are unique.

Tunde, what a surprise!

And the tests?

The agency is very pleased.

They want better prints.

Of course. This is Pam.

- I'll call you and we'll select them.

- Okay.

- Do you think I could be a model?

- Maybe.

First you must finish school.

You talk like my father!

Right, I feel being your father.

- Yes, but you're not!

- A father in love!

And I feel like a woman!

Good morning. Police.

Your passport, please.

But seriously ... Clemente.

My dear little Clemente ...

Do you think I could be a model?

You're too beautiful, Pam.

Too different, not the usual clich.

I'm not big enough

and I don't have blue eyes?

Why do you think I wanted to

take photos of you?

I'm still working in fashion,

but I want something else.

Beauty is essential. For you, for me.

But beauty appalled from within...

follow me?

After we recently made these images,

I began to paint.

I feel I'm on the right track.

I want to show you what I've done.

Hi, Pam?

Isn't that 015320?

Wait.

Yes, 015320.

And are you?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm Pam's mother.

I want to talk to her.

Then wake her up.

Why?

I know it's an asylum, but

I should be able to talk to my daughter!

But I need to talk to my daughter.

It's wrenching my ovaries.

I need to talk to her. Now!

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow will never come.

Wait.

Don't hang up.

Say something.

Say something to me.

May I talk to Clemente?

He went to buy a bottle of wine.

He'll be back in 10 minutes.

Can I forward a message?

I knocked, but nobody answered.

I want to see Lily.

I want to see my mother!

Pam, my girl!

You come at the right time.

- Do you live here?

- I just come along sometimes.

We just wanted to eat. Sit down.

What do we have today?

A little cake,

Jam,

Peas.

And now ...

The light from the star, the gift!

The guard was in a good mood.

It's silver.

The guard?

Yes, the guard.

I work in a hotel. "Le Palace".

Each night the staff is checked

by a warden,

when they go home.

Some are really nasty,

but others are cool.

You know, the Vietnamese...

You know, Moussa,

she lives beyond the city ring.

Exactly, her name's Ten.

Well, once she smuggled out

an entire hotel room.

- In her bag?

- Yes, in her bag.

Everything. The bed, the drawers,

and two bedside tables with marble tops.

Everything's in her apartment now.

I want to talk to Lily.

Of course, honey. She'll wake up!

Is she sick?

She's just a little sad.

She cries a lot lately.

And doesn't want to eat.

Like a baby.

It will go over.

You're really good friends, Lily and you.

We know each other almost since

I first came to Paris.

She worked in a restaurant then,

it's closed now, the "Djezair".

She was very young and very shy,

but when she started to dance ...

she was the Scirocco in person!

Do you know my father?

No, I do not know him.

That's a pitty,

I would have liked that. ..

Want to see my daughters?

Look.

She's almost your age

and this one's still very young.

- Where are they?

- In Algery , with my wife.

In my country there's a song:

"I'm glad your're coming."

"How did you come?"

"In a dream, or in a car?"

What happened to you?

- Don't start asking!

- Please, Mom, tell me what happened?

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

If you already won't tell me

who my father is, tell me who beat you!

Leave her alone, Pam.

Moussa and I don't let her down.

But we can't protect her from herself.

Do you understand?

...in uniforms ...

Passport, passport...

Squatters! Get lost!

Residence permit,

work permit, food permit.

You're a magician.

- What's your secret?

- L'hotel Palace!

Come on, Moussa!

Brother, you won't risk anything.

Alcohol passes quickly through your body.

When death comes, you're not impure.

But pork is different.

The body needs 3 days to digest it.

Pam wants to know the truth.

Everyone wants to know the truth.

Like dogs they're after the truth.

They're fighting

in the name of the truth.

Eventually the truth...

is the last stop!

They want to catch the truth.

I don't want the truth.

I want magic.

My past...

I'll throw in the bucket...

together with the kleenex...

Pardon sir.

Attention!

She might be armed.

Are you hurt?

Answer me, Pam.

Please, Tunde, shut up!

Charming.

What have you done to me?

What have you done to me?

Listen...

Rest a bit, and I'll drive you home.

- What are you doing?

- I'll drive you home.

You'll drive me home?

Where to?

Come on, let's go.

Come on, drive me

home to my mother.

- Calm down!

- Want to see my mother's house?

The rats have eaten a piece of door.

It's so cute!

And you also want to see my mother?

She's irresistible.

And my father?

You could bring me to my father.

But ... sh*t ...

I've forgotten the address.

Too bad, you'd like my father,

he's a great guy.

A guy just like you.

An insanely loyal guy.

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