Isabelle Page #2

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As you please.

Hello.

Anyone home?

Jeanne Bitor.

Imagine you still living here.

Your father would have been pleased.

Can I come in? It's so hot.

I've been here before.

A long time ago.

What do we really know

about each other?

I see you every day in the cafe,

but I don't know you stayed here. Thanks.

Help.

It's a good thing you have that dog

to keep you safe.

A woman living by herself

in the woods.

Help.

Somebody.

Look at Isabelle.

That Dutch actress.

It happens.

But that won't happen to you.

I'm not going to die.

Skeleton freak.

She seems quite intelligent.

She's damaged.

She's a damaged child.

- You always say that about everyone.

What should I do?

What can I do?

Good morning, gorgeous.

Get up.

A new day with new opportunities.

I want to get to work.

- Food.

Hungry.

- Is that all you can think about?

I'm hungry-

Got it. The Lent sermons.

To comfort you.

"As soon as this well-built body... "

"... is lying in the grave,

it will change color. "

"Yellow, grey and then black,

dark and dull. "

"Around the face and belly

it will start to swell. "

"A smelly, greasy fungus

occurs on that swelling. "

"The yellow, swollen belly ruptures. "

"A slow stream of pus flows out

with chunks of black flesh in it. "

"And filthy pieces of eye or lip.

Further on some black intestines float. "

"In that slimy grease, a large number

of flies and worms appear... "

"... that swarm and devour

that festering flesh. "

But why?

Decay. Death. Decomposition.

How come you are

so interested in that?

Why do you paint what you do?

I mean it. I really want to know.

You are so talented.

What possesses you?

- Beauty is deceptive.

Nature creates beauty

and then destroys it. That's why.

That's what I want to show.

Remain in position.

Sorry.

But why are you so obsessed

by beauty?

I want to understand it.

- Beauty makes me ugly.

Beauty has standards. Anything

that doesn't conform to them is ugly.

But you have very expressive eyes.

Don't forget my good character.

You know, perhaps you should wear

more feminine clothes.

Don't you think I tried that?

At least when you're disabled

you receive pity.

What about your painting?

Is it successful?

Have you ever shown it?

- That's not possible.

Why not?

Can you see me walking around

at an opening?

You've never tried.

I've been hurt enough.

But you still paint, so...

- Soon they won't be able to ignore me.

But if they see me on those painting

you'll be arrested.

I'm going to send them.

They'll find you.

- That doesn't matter.

I'll be dead by then.

You too, by the way.

When these are finished,

I'll burn this place down.

My life isn't worth that much to me.

But my art will cause a sensation.

Don't you agree?

Hurt. Hurt.

We've all been hurt.

I've been hurt.

But does she know that?

You think that it so wonderful

to be beautiful.

But the weird thing is...

The weird thing is that I don't feel

beautiful at all.

It's something that's imposed on you

by other people.

Get it?

I mean...

...I always have to be very careful.

My best friend introduced

her new boyfriend to me once.

He shook my hand

and I could tell that he fell for me.

A few weeks later he phoned me

to tell me he was in love with me.

It wasn't true, of course. I know that.

He fell in love with my appearance, but...

...the damage had already been done.

That relationship was ruined

and I lost my friend.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

Another time...

...at drama school,

my director of studies...

...was openly flirting with me

during my evaluation.

Whereas I thought we were dealing

with the subject at hand.

That hurts, you know.

I can tell you that.

- Because you think you have talent.

I always have to be very careful

when it comes to men.

Sometimes...

...I think they look beyond the facade.

But usually it's just about appearance.

Have you ever gotten to know men

in your life?

You think I'm still a virgin.

- No.

Because I'm so ugly.

- No. I mean, who's still a virgin?

How come:
Who's still a virgin?

- Shut up.

Not another word.

Don't you dare.

You and your female chatter.

Piece of sh*t.

Do you think I'm crazy?

You won't get out of here alive.

I'm going to let you die slowly.

You'll rot before you die.

The maggots will consume you

while you're still breathing.

I hate you.

I hate you.

Sweetheart?

We've already started shooting.

You know that we can't put

a production of seven million on hold.

But I think about you every day.

That film...

Sh*t.

I will save you.

I will find you.

I promise you that.

Sorry.

Hot, isn't it?

We're going to have thunder.

I thought...

To have with coffee.

Am I interrupting?

- No, no.

I won't stay long.

Perhaps we can go inside.

If you ever...

I'm just sitting at home too.

Nice flowers.

Are they for you?

Thanks.

Really.

Thank you very much.

Weren't you voted the most

desirable woman of the Netherlands?

That makes no sense.

It's about my appearance,

not about me.

People love me

because of the way I look.

Or they hate me for it.

Like you.

Without even knowing me.

Poor beautiful girl.

You idealize beauty.

I would have thought

you were more intelligent than that.

What I do...

...doesn't matter.

To a director, I'm like a doll.

No one listens to my viewpoints.

When I put forward my opinion,

I'm seen as arrogant.

I only ever play a picture.

A lover, or a prostitute.

A seductress, a singer in a nightclub.

Never a character role.

It's never something...

...that involves real acting.

- Maybe you don't have any talent.

And with love, right...

...it's exactly the same.

It always starts off so romantically

and, ah...

...I really want to believe it's about me,

but...

...once I'm in bed with them

it's as if they can live out...

...their most sordid sexual fantasies

on me.

How do you think that makes me feel?

Huh?

The most desirable woman

of the Netherlands?

I don't think so.

To them I'm a trashcan.

No more, no less.

But, fine, I won't let that

happen to me anymore.

What do you mean?

- Oh, well...

...I've been alone for years.

- You?

I'm done with it.

That's how nice it is

to be a beautiful woman.

You know, you and me...

...have the same enemy.

It's not going to be any good today.

Come.

Come on. Let's go outside

to await the thunder.

I've been married twice.

Did you know that?

How should I have?

It was in all the magazines, so...

- I don't read that trash.

The first time I was still very young.

Ridiculous.

One of those cyclists.

Always playing sports.

Cycling in summer, skating in winter.

Those boring stories about races.

It makes me tired just thinking about it.

But... he didn't allow me

to do films anymore.

I was suffocating.

Man, what a mistake was that.

And the other one?

That was...

...a philosopher, an intellectual.

I thought things would be all right

with a man of reason.

In the beginning,

it was all right and nice.

Once we were married...

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