Isabelle Page #3

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...he lost all restraint.

He liked...

...extreme sex. A kind of...

...S&M.

Sorry.

He only wanted to humiliate me.

I think he hates women.

Or that he's scared to death of them.

What about now?

- No one.

I told you, didn't I?

Why should I?

It's never about me, anyway.

When you're beautiful,

you're never loved for yourself.

When you're ugly,

you're not loved at all.

What about your parents?

My mother died when I was six.

She probably loved you a lot, right?

- I can't remember.

What about your father?

- Always busy.

Dinner is ready.

- I'm coming.

He couldn't deal with my mother's death.

In the end,

he hanged himself in the cellar.

What happened to you?

Boarding school.

What was that like?

People think that

deformed people are bad.

So do children.

It was hell.

Yes, beautiful girl...

...there was a good fairy at your cradle

and at mine an evil one.

I lost one of my parents too

when I was little. In a car accident.

My father.

You're on vacation here with your parents.

- That's my mother's husband.

And not her first one either.

At some point, my mother remarried...

...a man she got to know in Nice.

He was very kind to me

and we had a close connection, but...

One evening...

...he came into my room...

...to give me sexual education.

He kept doing that until I was 16

and ran away from home.

You know what he said to me?

"I can't help it. "

"it's your fault for being so beautiful. "

And I was very young...

...and very vulnerable.

I believed him and...

...I felt guilty for such a long time.

Isn't that stupid?

And your mother?

- She pretended not to know.

She still hasn't admitted it.

That's how good a fairy I had.

Sorry.

I've never talked to anyone about this.

Not even to my ex-husband.

I'll get something to drink.

Something to eat, something to drink.

I've decided...

...I'll never let a man touch me again.

Unless I'm sure for one hundred percent

that it's about me.

At least you have that choice.

No one even wants to touch me.

I'm an untouchable.

The lowest caste.

A sizable hose.

Go get that fire extinguisher.

Sweetheart.

Were you scared?

Thank you.

Where's your bathroom?

I panicked.

You panicked, right?

Hush.

Come on.

I'm useless.

Why are you so hard on yourself?

- Without you George would be dead.

You don't know that.

You would have come up with something.

I just got there first.

You love your dog, don't you?

- I can't live without George.

See,Jeanne?

Life is worth something to you.

Your dog, this house, your paintings.

I'm going to wash your hair, OK?

Everything...

Everything of value

is defenseless, Jeanne.

You've been hurt.

You've been abandoned.

You're worth much more

than you think.

I wish I only had

a quarter of your talent.

You hate me.

No.

No. I understand you.

We're faced with the same thing.

People don't see who we really are.

I'm a bad person.

Come.

Let me help you.

We just have to get to know

each other better.

We'll figure this out together.

Honest.

Shouldn't you take a bath?

Do you think I need one?

Sorry.

Tomorrow I'll get my father's room

ready for you.

That's nice.

I should go, or I'll be late

and then you should hear them.

You know...

...I'm always afraid.

Afraid of people, children,

afraid outside...

...shops.

Those looks, those jokes.

If you knew what I have to overcome

just to go to work...

I should have fled.

- So why didn't you?

I would never have made it.

I should have drowned her in the tub.

- What stopped you?

She's much stronger than I am.

- Are you sure that's the reason?

I pitied her. All right?

I pitied her.

Well, but now what?

Give me two days

and I'll just walk out of the front door.

What about her?

- Damn it. Should I care about her?

You already do.

Nice flowers. Right, teacher?

Don't they need water to grow?

A pint, teacher Bernard?

I'll have a cognac.

Another one, Gislene?

- Sure.

It's vacation.

My child is at his father's.

Nice that he does something

as a parent too.

Do you ever think about Isabelle?

You know? Isabelle.

That Dutch actress.

I think about her often.

- Why?

She doesn't think about you, does she?

- Because she's dead?

You assume she's dead?

- Don't you?

She could have run away.

- Why? She had no reason to.

After everything they did to her.

- How? What did they do to her?

Nothing was ever done to her, was it?

- I heard...

She was abused for years

by her stepfather from Nice.

And her mother didn't intervene.

And she's had two failed marriages

to a sportsman and an intellectual.

And no one takes her seriously.

She never gets a decent role.

Where did you get that?

- It sounds familiar.

She has no stepfather.

Her parents are still together.

Still, it sounds familiar.

- Bullshit.

She's never been married.

Two failed marriages!

She has a boyfriend. A director.

They were going to live together.

He's devastated.

How do you know? Do you know her?

- Not personally.

I studied the case.

Besides, everyone knows that.

She gets one good role after another.

- It's from the book about Marilyn Monroe.

It's in there. I read about

that sportsman and that intellectual.

And the stepfather from Nice.

Jeanne.

It's the heat. It bothers me too.

Should someone take you to the doctor?

I don't have a car since my divorce.

But perhaps one of the men?

Beautiful women, ugly women.

It's always something.

Liar.

That play-acting is over.

Actress.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Instant death.

There. For the filth.

Here.

Here I am.

It's done.

I quit.

It's pointless.

Are you tired too?

I'm letting her go.

Come on.

Leave it. She won't run away anymore.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, George.

Go on. Go.

The chair.

The chair.

It's not real.

It's a film trick.

No. Don't worry.

You have to go. Go.

Come on. Run. Shoo.

Now. Shoo.

Jeanne.

Don't.

Come.

It wasn't real.

It was just a trick.

Are you nothing but deceitful?

Huh? Nothing but deceit.

No.

I'm dizzy.

I can't go on.

If you hadn't been there...

Let's go.

Back to civilization.

If I have to...

...it might as well be now.

She gained her weight back

in a few weeks.

She received psychological support

and the whole shebang.

But acting? No.

She didn't want to anymore.

I heard she's writing a book.

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