The Piano Accident (2025) Movie Script
The film you're about to see
was born under a lucky star.
Done.
I'm really sorry.
I hope that...
you can reincarnate
as something more interesting.
Bye.
Well... Come on!
This isn't the cabin in the photos.
Of course it is, obviously.
No, I don't recognize it.
I didn't change it behind your back.
You think I'm an idiot?
Come see. It's amazing, I swear!
This way.
Done.
Here.
Oh, poor girl,
didn't sleep in the chopper?
Oh, shit!
The pilot asked me to leave a comment,
and I forgot.
Really?
Since when do pilots do that?
He was super nice.
And I promised him.
Can you do it for me?
Of course.
No problem.
What should I write? "Super nice pilot"?
"Friendly pilot"?
I don't care, something positive.
- No problem, I'll handle it.
- Mmh.
These aren't the right yoghurts.
They taste weird.
- Really?
- Mmh.
You got the wrong brand.
Ah, sorry.
I'll be more careful next time.
I'm only eating because I'm hungry.
And what's this?
Oh, that. It came yesterday.
- For the chainsaw video.
- Mmh.
If you don't like it, we'll toss it.
No.
It's not bad, let's keep it.
Uh... do you need me
for anything else tonight?
No, you can go.
But everything's okay? I mean...
Do you like it here? Feel good?
I don't know, I'll tell you tomorrow.
I'll let you eat in peace.
Get some rest.
Are you on a break?
No, she's the one on a break.
I'm not on vacation.
I have to handle everything.
I have to reply to everyone.
It's hell.
You think I'm here
to do nothing or what?
You could do that from home,
it wouldn't change a thing.
Of course not. Pff!
You know how she is.
I have to be here
to see everything with her.
Live, day by day.
I have to be here to motivate her.
She says she wants to quit.
So?
If she wants to quit, let her.
And what about me?
Should I be unemployed?
Very funny.
Well, you could find something else.
It's been ten years.
Aren't you tired of being her lapdog?
Tired of making good money?
Nope, sorry.
We don't do anything together now.
You're always with her.
"Magalie asked me to be here,
she wants me here."
Magalie, Magalie, Magaloche,
I'm so fed up.
You see that lunatic
more than your own kids.
Do you even realize?
Are you even listening to me?
Something's off.
I'll call you later.
What? Again?
An email I need to
deal with right now.
I'll call you, love.
OK, bye.
Mag, are you asleep?
Mag!
Are you nuts?
What's wrong with you?
- Sorry, it's super important...
- I don't care.
Don't come into my room to whisper.
Are you sick or what?
I swear, it's serious.
Get out of my room!
OK, sorry.
Oh, shit!
Does the name Herzog ring a bell?
Patrick, just tell me what's important.
Stop with the stupid riddles.
Who is Herzog?
Dimitri, the crane guy.
He screwed up.
That idiot told his sister everything.
- His sister?
- Yeah.
He has a sister.
- What did he tell her?
- Everything!
Everything.
That's why she's contacting you.
She sent me a message.
And she's a journalist.
Starting to get it now?
No. What difference does it make
if he told her everything?
Read it!
Oh my God!
It's full of mistakes.
It's terribly written!
Who cares?
You make mistakes too.
Just read to the end.
Read it all!
It's blackmail.
Oh, really?
- That's all you have to say?
- Well, she says
she doesn't want money.
What does that bitch want?
That's the problem.
I don't know what she wants.
Well, did you contact her
before coming to bother me?
Yeah. She refuses to talk to me.
She only wants to talk to you.
Oh, no...
No, what the hell!
Hello, Simone.
This is Magalie.
You sent an email to Mr. Balandras,
my personal assistant,
about the piano accident.
I didn't understand everything
due to the syntax errors,
but I'm available
to discuss it in person.
I'm in the mountains.
At my new residence,
for an indefinite period.
You may call me back at this number,
if you wish.
I hope to speak with you soon,
Mrs. Simone.
Goodbye.
Fucking bitch!
You know what?
- Maybe you're right about the mistakes.
- What do you mean?
Maybe she meant the opposite.
That she only wants money.
She's screwed.
No, no, no.
I'm not joking, this is serious.
If we mess this up,
we risk life in prison.
Keep that in mind. It's serious!
I'll keep it in mind
and go back to bed.
Don't you get it?
You're just sitting there?
And if she calls again, what then?
I'll call her back, Patrick.
Relax, okay?
We'll sort it out, alright?
Take a little pill,
you're all stressed out.
They ask why their dad's not here,
but aside from that...
Don't you want to tell them
I'm away for work?
To buy them clothes and food.
They'll think I'm a bastard
who abandoned his family.
They already know you're a bastard.
Great sense of humor, thanks.
No, they're fine. Relax.
Mathieu got kicked out
of the pony club,
but otherwise all good.
Well, that's good.
You know how I feel.
It's not for boys. Sorry, but... Look!
Look who's here.
Hi.
Oh, shit!
I didn't realize
you had that neck brace.
- Yeah.
- Awful, sweetheart.
It's nothing, I'll survive.
Don't worry.
She's tough, you know!
Your cabin looks amazing.
Are you happy?
Yeah, well,
it doesn't feel like home yet.
Oh, I could get used to it fast.
How big is it?
Three hundred square meters?
You're sweet,
but we've got an emergency.
I'll have to steal your guy
and hang up.
Can we finish talking?
But the cabin's 500 m.
Bye!
Patrick, I know what she wants!
That was super humiliating.
Doesn't matter, you'll call her.
Listen!
I've been thinking and I know
what your journalist wants.
Want me to say?
Money. It's simple!
No!
She wants to sleep with me.
Excuse me?
I saw her photos online.
She's a catfish. Gross!
That's it. A sad fan
who wants a relationship with me.
You hang up on my wife
to tell me that?
Yes. I reread her message.
The words are all disconnected.
She must be a psycho.
OK, so your logic is:
she writes badly,
so she wants to sleep with you?
Yes.
She wants money.
Everyone knows you're loaded,
she wants her cut.
- Did you call her?
- Uh, no.
What was that?
- What was that?
- No idea.
She's here.
Look, it's her!
Oh, fuck! Whoa!
See?
I'm not crazy, I knew it!
- What the hell is she doing here?
- No idea. She's here.
Come on, open up! Open!
- Two minutes.
- Can we talk?
- Open.
- Please.
- Five minutes.
- Let's talk!
- Open, two minutes.
- Hey!
Who are these idiots?
The tall one followed me this morning.
He followed me on
his clunky little scooter.
- Without your ski mask? Are you nuts?
- Don't call me crazy!
You're asking for trouble.
What do you want, huh?
What's your problem?
Get lost or I'll beat your ass!
Private property. Get out!
We do what we want.
Who the hell are you?
Take that!
- Clown!
- Shame on you!
And you think it's funny?
Take that!
You little bastards!
What?
Good evening.
Are you Simone?
Yes.
So?
Well, I...
What is it you want?
It's hard. I'm embarrassed.
- Hey!
- What?
Look, I'm sorry.
Should I call you later?
Are you not alone?
No, it's nothing. It's my dog.
He just came into the room.
It's nothing.
Go ahead.
I'm listening.
First of all, you should know
I've never blackmailed anyone before.
I'm an honest person.
Honestly, I feel very uneasy about
this whole situation.
Poor thing.
You're uneasy?
Oh, I'm so sorry!
Are you mocking me?
No, no, I mean it.
You're defensive, but you'll realize
I have good intentions.
It's a very light blackmail,
very positive, I'm not...
Stop with the nonsense
about positive blackmail
and fake explanations.
Tell me.
What do you want?
Magalie, you don't want
the public or the press
to find out what really happened
the day of your piano accident.
Right?
That's why I gave
your idiot brother 500,000.
To shut him up.
Yes, I know.
I'm sorry about him.
My brother is extremely fragile.
The accident traumatized him.
He couldn't bear
to keep that heavy secret alone,
so he felt the need to tell me.
But he hasn't told anyone else,
I'm sure of that.
He has no intention of harming you.
He's extremely grateful
for all your money.
It literally changed his life.
At the time, he had
huge financial and personal problems...
I don't give a damn
about your idiot brother's life.
Spit it out already.
What do you want?
Sorry, it's embarrassing.
Listen, Simone,
let me save us some time.
I already know what you want.
You want to meet me in person.
Yes, that's true.
I knew it!
I felt it. Honestly, I'm a genius.
She wants to meet me,
she wants to sleep with me!
Excuse me?
I know, I'm desirable.
Girls like me,
I've never had a problem.
They chase me everywhere.
I'm hot, I know it.
She wants to meet me
to start a relationship.
No. Sorry if I let you
think that way.
No, no.
You're pretty, I'm not denying that.
But that's not it at all.
I do want to meet you,
but for something else entirely.
Are you still there?
- Yes!
- I'm listening, yes.
You refuse to speak to the media,
you've never given an interview
to anyone in your entire life.
I'd like to be the first
to interview you.
I've done this for 25 years.
I'm a true professional.
I promise not to mention
your accident in the article.
Here's what we'll do,
it'll be simpler.
You give me your bank details
and we'll send a big juicy transfer,
like we did for your brother.
You shut your mouth
and forget I exist.
I didn't contact you on a whim.
It's a well-considered decision.
I won't back down.
Either I interview you
or I go to the police.
I'm really sorry.
Shit...
I won't change my mind.
Fine, you win!
You're a witch.
I'll hand you over to my assistant
to schedule a meeting.
Patrick Balandras speaking.
I'm the one who got your email.
You've secured
Magaloche's first interview.
Congratulations!
Are you ready?
Can we begin?
First, thank you for agreeing.
I know this is a big effort for you,
and truly, thank you.
I'm deeply moved.
And above all, truly honored.
You're angry,
but I wanted to say it anyway.
All set.
It's recording.
I'll start at the beginning.
In order, okay?
So, Magalie,
you were born on March 12, 1989,
with an extremely rare condition,
called congenital
insensitivity to pain.
I was born with congenital
insensitivity to pain, yes.
Everyone already knows that.
I don't hide it.
Not everyone knows what it is.
Could you explain it briefly?
I'm curious.
It's like being blind.
Except instead of not seeing,
you don't feel physical pain.
I wouldn't know how else to explain it.
For a more precise definition,
ask a specialist.
No, that's very clear.
Thank you.
Very well put.
Magalie,
something else people may not know.
On the day you were born,
March 12, 1989,
it was also the day
the Internet became accessible
to the public for the first time.
Did you know you were born
the same day as the Internet?
No.
Incredible!
I thought you knew that.
I'm going to show you a few things.
No.
No, impossible.
Alright.
What does this new info make you feel?
Tell me.
Internet is a digital tool.
I'm a human being.
I don't see the link.
You were born the same day
as the tool that made you a star.
That's truly amazing!
Where does that...
annoying way of speaking come from?
- Sorry?
- "Amazing, don't you think?"
Seriously, where's it from?
From a castle?
- I don't live in a castle, no.
- Well,
you talk like a duchess
and can't write an email.
I use voice dictation, that's why.
It's not interesting to talk about me.
Indeed, it's not interesting at all.
I won't lie, this interview
is already pretty annoying.
With the way you talk,
I feel like I'm in a school exam.
Honestly,
I don't know if I can take it.
I feel like being attacked.
How long is this going to last?
I don't know, two hours.
Something like that.
Two hours?
Are you nuts or what?
What are we gonna
talk about for two hours?
Magalie, you can relax.
I'm not here to harass you.
I just want to talk,
paint your character's portrait.
No bad intentions.
I mean well, I don't want to hurt you.
Well-meaning, but still blackmailing.
Let's not forget that.
Excuse me,
sorry to interrupt, just a sec.
Can you come here, please?
What?
Come.
What the hell are you doing?
Nothing.
She's got us by the balls!
Stop being difficult, play along!
What? I came,
I'm playing along.
No, no.
You'll have to be more cooperative.
This started off badly.
Did you hear her?
I want to gouge that bitch's eyes out!
And why the hell should we care?
You're playing with fire.
Think about prison.
Get a grip, damn it.
- I'll get a grip.
- Please.
Thanks!
My assistant kindly offered
to go get some food.
Would you like anything?
Thanks, no, I'm fine.
OK. Just for me then.
As always, darling, you're a gem.
Hurry up, I'm starving.
Alright, let's continue.
I'm ready.
I'll play along.
I'm ready.
I'm listening.
- Is there a problem?
- No, none, Simone.
I'm delighted to do this interview.
And the way you speak feels...
very exotic.
- You're not obligated.
- Yes, I am.
- But let's continue.
- Alright.
I'll go on.
So, Magalie, you were born
the same day as the tool
that made you a global star.
Well, yes.
How did you discover this tool?
It was the year I turned... 14.
Yes.
I was 14 years old, that's it.
That's a good answer.
Could you elaborate a bit?
I was going to.
I just need to remember.
Sorry, I'm eager to hear more.
I'll be quiet.
Go ahead.
We were in the living room,
my dad and I.
We were watching TV
while waiting for my mum.
We'd just watched a crap movie,
a western.
And flipping through
the cable channels,
we came across an adult program.
And we watched it.
I didn't understand
what I was seeing at first.
But I remember feeling
a terrible frustration
at those images.
I was jealous of those guys.
Very jealous.
Hi, I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a car battery.
Dad!
The next day,
my parents gave me a lecture.
They really scolded me.
And obviously, they punished me.
Later, my dad was at his PC, as usual.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a car battery.
He sent my video
to all his office colleagues
to make them laugh.
MY GIRL IS ELECTRIC
And then things got out of hand.
His colleagues started...
sharing the file with others,
as a joke.
It spread really fast.
Within weeks,
it was already a classic.
The video was circulating everywhere
so much that we even made the news.
Everyone thought it was funny.
There was almost nothing online
back then.
Nothing like today.
It was just beginning.
I was ahead of my time, you could say.
And that's how it happened.
People recognized me on the street.
I became a kind of
circus act at school.
That's incredible!
It feels strange to
say all this out loud.
When I think about it,
it's just in my head.
I never think about it,
because it annoys me.
Bad memories.
I don't care!
Before we resume the timeline...
I'd like to clarify
something that intrigues me.
I hope it's not too personal,
but I wonder...
You're never seen without
that dental device you wear.
So what?
Well... is it a tribute
to that first video?
Is there another reason?
I have a serious gum malformation.
I have to wear this thing for life.
If I take it off,
I lose my teeth in two weeks.
I'm so sorry!
I'm joking.
It's for the look.
At first,
it was so people recognized me.
Then it became like...
a stage costume.
Something easy to identify.
"She's the girl with
braces who makes videos."
That's what I thought.
You don't need them.
You've got perfect teeth.
Thanks, that's nice.
And a very lovely smile, by the way.
Not something we see often.
Didn't you set all this up
just to flirt with me?
Like I suspected.
No, it's just an observation.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Everything okay?
Is it going how you want?
She's starting to open up a bit.
It's fascinating. Thank you.
Alright, I'll let you work.
I'm nearby.
"She's starting to open up a bit."
Sounds like I'm a mussel.
No, it's just an expression.
I know you're not a mussel.
I wouldn't dare.
I know it's an expression.
And I know I'm not a mussel.
But thanks for explaining, teacher.
- Shall we take a lunch break?
- No, I'm not hungry.
Let's finish this.
Very well. So...
People start recognizing you
on the street thanks to that video.
You're 14 years old.
What happens at that moment?
What happens at that moment?
I started making other videos,
obviously.
Hi. I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a hammer.
Hi, I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing an ice pick.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing boiling water.
I kept it secret for a long time.
Magalie, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
I said I was clumsy
to explain the marks and bruises.
- Hi.
- Hi!
Why don't you go out anymore?
Is it because of your illness?
No.
Then why?
I entertain myself.
- That's all.
- My parents say you're crazy.
Hey! Sorry to bother you.
Really, sorry.
I'm a fan.
I know all your videos.
My brother, too.
- We just want a photo.
- One photo each.
- That's all we want.
- Yes!
Just ten seconds.
- Then we'll go. Promise.
- Patrick!
Oh no!
- She's calling the other one.
- No, hey!
Don't call your bodyguard.
We're good people!
Patrick!
- What?
- Just one photo, that's all.
It's my break.
Why are you yelling?
Those two little shits are here.
Don't you have anything better to do?
She's recovering.
She needs to rest.
Leave her alone and show some respect!
Shut up, we're free!
We just want a photo!
We're not doing anything wrong!
You're harassing her.
- Then she shouldn't be famous.
- Don't say that!
Stop throwing yogurt!
That's a waste.
Hi. I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a sewing machine.
And what did you do
with all those little videos?
Did you ever watch them
or was the joy just in making them?
I kept them in a shoebox.
And once I'd filmed a scene,
I completely lost interest.
Like today.
The footage I record
has no emotional value.
Well, that's debatable.
You built an empire with it.
I meant sentimental value.
Well then, let's talk about
commercial value. I was getting to that.
How did the shift
to professionalism happen?
How did you level up?
Professionalism?
How do you manage
to use such annoying words?
So how did you go
from the reserved little girl
who kept her videos in shoeboxes
to the rich and famous young woman
you are today?
Duchess, I'll keep it short.
Because I'm starting
to get fed up with this.
At 16, I became a young adult.
A distant uncle gave me
a smartphone for Christmas.
Camera, internet access.
Then I signed up
on all the forums, platforms,
social media.
I invented that cool nickname.
You already know it, Magaloche.
No need to explain why.
And that was it.
From that moment on,
I started making tons of videos.
The rest you already know.
30 views, 500 views, 100 million views.
Algorithms, monetization, sponsors,
blah blah blah, all that stuff.
Since then, I've earned
way more than my parents.
They kicked me out for being insolent.
And I moved into
a house bigger than yours.
And I started making
videos all day long.
That's it.
I think we've covered everything.
I've said it all.
Can we stop here?
Are you satisfied?
No. We're not stopping
now that it's getting good.
This is where it gets interesting.
Excuse me?
Is it time for a lunch break?
As you wish. I...
I'm fine with anything.
It's all good for me.
That's funny.
I always imagined
journalists were ugly.
- She's not bad at all.
- Are you kidding?
She's vile.
A witch!
Right...
The whole world will read her article.
That bitch will get famous
thanks to me.
Makes me sick.
- Careful.
- That's it!
Done.
Done.
Hi, I'm Magaloche.
I'm testing a baseball bat
at high speed, darlings.
Here we go!
Let's go.
Done. Subscribe, bye.
Hi, I'm Magaloche.
Today,
I'm testing a monster truck for you.
Here we go, let's go!
And done.
Don't forget to subscribe.
Kisses, bye!
I'm Magaloche.
I'm going to test the washing machine.
Go.
Done.
Don't forget to subscribe.
Kisses, bye!
Hey!
A new video drops tonight at midnight.
Don't miss it!
There's something
I find very intriguing.
You reached a delirious lifestyle
very quickly,
thanks to your video success.
You own multiple properties
around the world.
They say you bought a private island
in Polynesia when you turned 25.
I don't know if it's true.
What matters is understanding
why you kept hurting yourself,
when you didn't need to anymore.
Is it simply a basic
addiction to money
or is it something more personal?
No, I...
It never occurred to me to stop.
According to online statistics,
you've published
over 2,000 videos in total.
That's massive.
Can you confirm that?
I don't know.
I haven't counted them.
My videos never last
more than ten seconds.
So if your stats are right,
that would be...
20,000 seconds of footage.
In 15 years, that's...
not crazy, it's totally fine.
Yes, seen that way, definitely.
To me, that number of videos
says something else.
I can't help thinking about your body.
Excuse me?
You're thinking about my body now?
You've injured yourself deliberately
over 2,000 times on camera.
Seriously. All just to create
short content for social media.
So what?
Have you never felt worn out or tired?
Mail carriers deliver mail every day.
Hi, I'm Magaloche.
Today I'm testing fire for you.
Here we go, let's go.
We all do the same job
our whole lives.
Over time,
you could've questioned things.
Have you never wondered
about the usefulness,
excuse me,
the very relative value of this work?
- Your job is more useful, right?
- Not at all.
I have doubts every day.
I don't know if people
will read my articles.
Or if I offer anything
beneficial to society.
Well, yes.
I have rent to pay every month
and I support my mother,
who's very ill.
I don't have a choice. Whereas you...
Oh, poor thing!
Life is so hard.
Your situation...
it's not the same, I think.
And we're here to talk about you.
Not me.
No one cares about me.
That's true.
Why do you keep hurting yourself
when you've been free to stop
for so long?
Your sick mother,
does she know her daughter blackmails
an artist to boost her career?
Did you tell her that?
Now that's interesting.
You consider yourself an artist.
I'll ignore the rest
and start from there.
Is it for the love of art
- that you keep hurting yourself?
- No.
I use the word "artist"
because what I do requires no effort.
Then why do you keep going?
It's not mutilation.
My body's just fine.
Nature is wise, it heals perfectly.
Answer my question.
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
What drives you to continue?
You don't need the money.
"Answer my question."
I'm getting tired of this.
You could quit it all.
Live a normal life.
Why keep going?
- Oh, sure.
- I want to understand. Answer me!
Maybe I do this because I hate myself.
And because I want to die.
That'd make a great hook
for your article.
People will want to click.
I don't write that kind of article.
I'm doing great.
I love myself.
I saw a therapist for three years.
I worked through all that crap.
Sorry, you're too late.
There's nothing to find here.
I don't even know
what you're looking for.
It's almost philosophical.
I want to know what drives you.
It interests me
and it'll interest readers.
Readers don't care.
No, I don't agree.
Do you know our society?
People will read this on the toilet.
They'll forget the topic
when they flush.
You don't need the money anymore.
Why keep going?
How many more times will you ask that?
I travelled 12 hours by train.
I'd like to get some substance
out of this conversation.
You could've skipped the trip easily.
And made a ton of money
instead of coming here
to ask me the same thing 40 times.
It's a fundamental question.
Make an effort, try to answer.
Why do you keep going?
Who says I will?
You don't know anything.
Even if you quit tomorrow,
tell me what drove you
to make all those videos for years.
Answer and I'll leave you alone.
I promise.
What if there's no reason?
There has to be.
There always is.
No, Miss Rational,
sometimes there isn't.
Did you know the universe is made
mostly of empty space?
There's no reason for that.
I've got plenty more examples.
Why are you resisting?
Is opening up that painful?
Is it that terrible?
Yes, pretty terrible.
I tell you and you don't listen.
Rarely have I had such a
fucking awful moment in my life!
Too bad you can't get past it.
Use this moment to your advantage,
not to suffer through it.
You fear my question because
it forces you to see the truth.
I'm not scared at all!
Your question is crap.
Like you and the work you do.
Your questions are crap,
your face and your sick mother too.
You should let her die
in her hospital bed.
Go to hell!
Completely.
You get it or should I go on?
Fine.
Good.
Now I know why I don't do interviews.
It's unbearable.
No, you're the unbearable one.
Good luck with whatever comes next.
I tried.
I answered
all but one of your questions.
- Done, we're even!
- No, we're not.
You didn't cooperate.
I feel sorry for you.
Get out! Witch!
Hey!
Don't come at me with lectures.
Even an idiot could do it.
Answer dumb questions.
Why is it so hard?
Why are you so difficult?
I don't want to talk about myself
for hours.
Or dig into my rotten soul
to understand things
I don't want to understand.
It exhausts me.
Oh, okay. Great, you're exhausted.
I don't know why I do all this.
I have no idea and I don't care!
- You'd rather go to jail?
- Yes!
I don't give a damn.
We're leaving!
I don't know how to open this,
you filthy pig!
I should never have agreed.
You're the one who
panicked over that poor bitch.
Let her die!
With her sick mother.
But wait. What about me?
Did you think of me? You're not alone.
Everything pisses me off!
I can't take it anymore.
What the hell do I do now?
I don't care, I'll go to jail.
Are you listening to me?
What about me? Did you think of me?
You'll go to jail too. With me.
You deserve it, just like I do!
Call her and apologize.
I don't know, just text her:
"Sorry, I fucked up."
Sorry.
"Let's reschedule."
Be nice, fix it.
I do what I want, okay?
I decide.
And I want to be in my cabin, alone.
Excuse me?
Yes.
So give me the keys.
Go on, take your keys!
I'm warning you.
You better fix this fast!
- Done.
- Thanks.
Sounds out of tune.
Well, can we go now?
Yes, go ahead.
We can go now.
Oh right, I forgot to tell you.
The paramedics are super delayed.
- They'll arrive in about an hour.
- An hour?
Yeah, sorry. They're useless.
Either way, I'm not waiting an hour.
We have to do it, for insurance.
I don't care.
I won't wait here, it's grim.
I'll pay if there's a problem.
We're not waiting.
Done. That's...
It's about 6 meters.
What do you think? Is it good?
I don't know.
No, it's not high enough.
It doesn't look dangerous, it's fake.
We need to go higher.
Fine, as you wish.
Go, higher up.
Okay.
Wait, don't move.
Oh no, not that!
I hate when you do that.
- But you've got a--
- It's annoying, look.
- Yeah.
- See?
Yes, yes, okay.
Sorry, I won't do it again.
I'm not a doll.
It's windy, you've got swirls--
Yeah, but I don't care.
Okay.
Sorry, it's fine.
Done, that's 10 meters.
I won't go higher.
But I want higher.
I'll try talking to him.
Uh, excuse me.
Can't you go a bit higher?
Just a little.
With the wind,
my crane could get damaged.
I won't take the risk.
I won't go higher, sorry.
He won't.
That's how it is.
It's my gear, I won't wreck it.
I decide!
Take it or leave it.
I can buy you 50 new cranes,
don't worry.
Do what we ask.
And what difference does
the height make, exactly?
I want to shoot something sensational!
This isn't it!
You'll break your legs
no matter the height.
I'm talking about staging, idiot!
What do you know about that?
I don't give a damn about
your staging, Steven Spielberg!
I won't wreck my gear
for your pretty face.
Who's Spielberg?
A guy who used to make movies.
I'm not going higher, period.
Don't like it? I'm out.
You win. I'll double your pay.
Entertain me, impress me, raise it.
Yeah, sure.
You think that's how it works?
Think people can be bought?
Of course they can.
What's the problem?
Go to hell.
I won't go higher.
Is that clear enough for you?
Who is this guy, huh?
"Technician my ass," go to hell!
Mag?
Mag!
Did I record it or not?
We've got a big problem.
Oh, fuck.
I didn't record?
Wendy is dead.
What?
Who's Wendy?
The stylist.
She's dead, under the piano.
Oh, really?
I'm sorry, that's awful.
Shit.
No, don't move.
Stay like that.
Patrick.
How many times did I say
I didn't want a stylist?
It could've been you.
It's a miracle.
We're totally screwed.
Paramedics are coming.
We didn't follow protocol.
- It'll cost you a fortune.
- I know what to do.
What?
Bury her.
- What?
- Yes.
We'll say she never came.
It's that simple.
I'm not going to jail
because of a stylist.
No, you won't go to jail.
It was an accident.
Do you love me or not?
- Of course, but--
- Then we bury her.
You bury her.
Look where we are.
It's a desert.
No one will find her.
Trust me.
Make that body disappear.
That's an order!
Do it.
But there's a witness.
That's nothing, I'll handle it.
Hey, crane guy!
Would you be interested
in earning 500,000 for doing nothing?
Yes?
I'd like to apologize.
For what happened.
I'm truly sorry.
You're not sorry.
You don't know what that means.
Yes. I...
I should never have acted that way.
You don't deserve such contempt.
I was awful.
I feel terrible.
You're disconnected from reality,
that's your problem.
You don't know how to talk
to people anymore.
It's not your fault, I'm not judging.
It's a shame,
we could've done something good.
It's still possible.
I'll make an effort.
Too late.
I've got a train at dawn.
Going back to see my mother.
You should've tried earlier.
You went too far, I'm sorry.
I'm not stupid.
You don't want to answer me,
you just want to save yourself.
No.
No, really.
All this made me...
think a lot.
I even fired my personal assistant.
He was horribly toxic.
It was him...
...who forced me to hide the truth.
You're manipulating me, it's pathetic.
Please, have mercy.
I really need to talk.
Forgive me.
We can meet at my cabin.
I'm alone.
Well, well.
Looks like you're the one
who wants to sleep with me.
Not at all, I assure you.
It's because here...
we'll be in peace.
I'll tell you how I feel
and you'll get a great interview.
Well, forget it, it's not working.
I know deep down you despise me.
I'm done trying,
you're a horrible person.
You deserve everything coming to you.
Leave me alone.
Bitch!
THINK ABOUT MAKING
A VIDEO FOR COMSHOPPY
We could have something.
You're wearing a wedding ring.
Do you think I'm stupid?
Oh, my wife...
Forget her, I can't stand her.
You have no idea.
You're drunk.
You'll think differently tomorrow.
Yes!
How pretty!
It's for you.
You're pathetic.
But fine, come here.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
I'm here to deliver this
to a journalist friend
- who's staying here.
- The very nice journalist?
Yes.
"Very nice," yes.
- Should we leave it in her room?
- Oh, well,
she's a close friend.
I'd like to give it to her myself.
Room number?
Yes.
It's... 31, on the third floor.
That way.
- Thanks.
- Have a good night.
"It's not mutilation.. My body's fine."
"Nature is wise, it heals."
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
"What drives you...?"
Yes?
"...if you don't need money?"
Yes?
Yes?
So I'm horrible.
Is that what you said?
- I'm sorry.
- No, you shouldn't be.
You're right to think that,
it must be said.
I'm horrible.
- No...
- Oh, yes!
You know what?
You are too, just so you know.
Yes, you know,
it's human nature that's like that.
We're horrible crap living
on this planet.
It's not my fault!
You're right.
Yes, it's true, I'm right.
Say you're horrible.
I'm horrible.
- Do you really think so?
- Yes!
- Then say it again.
- I'm horrible.
Very good.
Now let's play a game, okay?
I'm the journalist.
I ask a question
and you have to answer.
Pay close attention,
because there's a trick.
Are you ready?
- You don't have to threaten me.
- I'm in charge!
So, Simone...
Which of us is more horrible,
in your opinion?
Don't hurt me!
Answer!
Well...
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
See how annoying it is
to be interrogated like that?
- It's annoying, yes.
- Yes.
Then answer my question.
Who's the worst of us,
in your opinion?
- I don't know, I--
- But answer my question.
These are your last ten seconds
of existence.
Try to shine a little.
And tell me,
who's the most horrible of us?
Me.
No.
Wrong answer, Simone.
But see, I blackmailed you,
I took advantage of the situation.
Shut up.
Listen to what I'm telling you.
I'm the worst of the two.
By far.
I assure you, you're not even close.
I'm a world-class human piece of shit.
But at least I'm honest.
I don't pretend to be a good person.
I accept all the horror in me.
I wallow in it all day
like a pig and I enjoy it.
Understand?
Yes, but you should've said
exactly that earlier.
It's an excellent answer
to my question.
Because you keep making your videos
because you've chosen
to accept all the horror
inside you.
It's very coherent.
- A good answer.
- I don't get it. I don't care.
We could even resume the interview...
from this point.
It'd be great.
- Oh, sure.
- Yeah.
It'd be great.
Good idea.
But you should've thought of it earlier.
Before you die!
Hey, wait!
Sorry.
But...
I...
Excuse me.
I...
I never do this, normally,
I know it's awkward and all, but...
I love your vibe.
I've followed you for ages,
I'm a huge, huge fan.
Would you mind if we took a photo?
But... how do you know it's me?
Well, I recognized your beautiful
eyes, of course, and your voice.
Amazing to see you.
I can't believe it.
So, can we?
Oh, awesome! Thanks, that's so cool!
I'll be quick.
Take off the ski mask.
So we can see your braces.
My friends won't believe me otherwise.
Sorry.
It's...
Oh, awesome! Perfect.
She's too beautiful, I can't believe it.
Thanks, yeah? This is great.
Magnificent.
Okay, ready?
One...
Two...
I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry.
What an idiot, what an idiot,
what an idiot,
what an idiot, what idiocy!
What?
I totally screwed up, Patrick.
I messed up big time!
I tried to fix things.
And made it a thousand times worse.
You have to help me. So go now,
you filthy larva,
to the hotel where Simone's staying,
see if there are cameras, okay?
It's really important.
No, actually, I'm not doing anything.
I'm done with your messes.
So yeah, I buried Wendy, yeah.
That's true, I did it.
But it was your idea, you know?
I'll get less jail time than you.
And I don't care.
Anyway,
I'm ready, I'm not afraid anymore,
I've covered for you enough.
Stop screwing with me
and leave me alone!
No, I won't leave you alone.
Who's Wendy?
Who's Wendy?
A stylist.
You buried a stylist?
But it wasn't my idea.
You forgot your boots.
Want me to bring them down?
What an idiot.
- Yes, please.
- Don't move, I'm coming.
- Here.
- Thanks, I... I'm sorry.
- Hello?
- Yes, good evening.
I just subdued a bald man,
40 years old, who buried a stylist.
Is it okay now?
Wait. Okay, done.
- Am I in the shot?
- Of course, go ahead!
You'll see, we'll get along.
You're going to love me!
Wow, this place is insane!
Wait...
Where are we?
Where are we?
Look at this rich cabin.
Hey, this is awesome!
Crazy!
It's amazing!
It burns my eyes
just looking at it.
Did you see the size of those boobs?
Look!
Seriously, that's wild, right?
They're colossal, damn!
It's just a big photo.
I know. But wow!
I'm almost in love.
Forget it.
Oh, look.
I even love the braces.
Oh, no.
That's disgusting.
Food gets stuck in there, gross.
- What do you know?
- Everyone knows that.
We don't care.
There's no food in there!
If you kiss a girl
who tastes like metal, gross!
Come on, come here!
Thanks.
Shit...
Shit...
What's that?
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Damn, she looks panicked.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Shit.
She's crying.
Poor thing.
What do we do?
Comfort her? You idiot!
We wait.
You look a lot like Dad in the dark.
Huh?
I never noticed. That's wild!
What are you talking about?
You look like him, that's all.
I don't want to look
like that bastard!
Well, you can't help it.
Then stop looking at me!
What's she doing?
Can you see her?
What the hell is she doing?
Stop asking.
Want me to hit you like Dad?
Shut your mouth!
Hello.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
I can't believe it,
she's making a video.
- What?
- I swear.
A video, live, right in front of us.
Hello.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
And today...
Are you sure?
She's filming, I'm telling you. Look!
- That's insane!
- You idiot!
I saw your shitty scooter
parked down there!
You think I'm stupid?
You've got ten seconds to get out
or I'll rip out your eyes
and make you eat them.
I'm not joking!
Sorry. The door was open.
We didn't think.
We didn't steal anything.
We just wanted to look.
Yeah.
We're sorry.
Sorry.
Still don't want
to take a photo with us?
Are you okay? You don't look well.
Come on, it's fine,
let's take the photo.
Yeah.
Awesome, thanks!
Thanks! Bye.
Yeah, bye!
Hello. I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing the hangman's rope.
This video is sponsored by ComShoppy.
It's a great app that lets you
protect all your online content.
Thanks to it, for 14 euros a month...
your images won't be pirated
or used by anyone else.
You'll be able to keep
full financial enjoyment
with total peace of mind.
Because in the end, it's the only
thing that matters on this planet.
Money.
Goodbye.
was born under a lucky star.
Done.
I'm really sorry.
I hope that...
you can reincarnate
as something more interesting.
Bye.
Well... Come on!
This isn't the cabin in the photos.
Of course it is, obviously.
No, I don't recognize it.
I didn't change it behind your back.
You think I'm an idiot?
Come see. It's amazing, I swear!
This way.
Done.
Here.
Oh, poor girl,
didn't sleep in the chopper?
Oh, shit!
The pilot asked me to leave a comment,
and I forgot.
Really?
Since when do pilots do that?
He was super nice.
And I promised him.
Can you do it for me?
Of course.
No problem.
What should I write? "Super nice pilot"?
"Friendly pilot"?
I don't care, something positive.
- No problem, I'll handle it.
- Mmh.
These aren't the right yoghurts.
They taste weird.
- Really?
- Mmh.
You got the wrong brand.
Ah, sorry.
I'll be more careful next time.
I'm only eating because I'm hungry.
And what's this?
Oh, that. It came yesterday.
- For the chainsaw video.
- Mmh.
If you don't like it, we'll toss it.
No.
It's not bad, let's keep it.
Uh... do you need me
for anything else tonight?
No, you can go.
But everything's okay? I mean...
Do you like it here? Feel good?
I don't know, I'll tell you tomorrow.
I'll let you eat in peace.
Get some rest.
Are you on a break?
No, she's the one on a break.
I'm not on vacation.
I have to handle everything.
I have to reply to everyone.
It's hell.
You think I'm here
to do nothing or what?
You could do that from home,
it wouldn't change a thing.
Of course not. Pff!
You know how she is.
I have to be here
to see everything with her.
Live, day by day.
I have to be here to motivate her.
She says she wants to quit.
So?
If she wants to quit, let her.
And what about me?
Should I be unemployed?
Very funny.
Well, you could find something else.
It's been ten years.
Aren't you tired of being her lapdog?
Tired of making good money?
Nope, sorry.
We don't do anything together now.
You're always with her.
"Magalie asked me to be here,
she wants me here."
Magalie, Magalie, Magaloche,
I'm so fed up.
You see that lunatic
more than your own kids.
Do you even realize?
Are you even listening to me?
Something's off.
I'll call you later.
What? Again?
An email I need to
deal with right now.
I'll call you, love.
OK, bye.
Mag, are you asleep?
Mag!
Are you nuts?
What's wrong with you?
- Sorry, it's super important...
- I don't care.
Don't come into my room to whisper.
Are you sick or what?
I swear, it's serious.
Get out of my room!
OK, sorry.
Oh, shit!
Does the name Herzog ring a bell?
Patrick, just tell me what's important.
Stop with the stupid riddles.
Who is Herzog?
Dimitri, the crane guy.
He screwed up.
That idiot told his sister everything.
- His sister?
- Yeah.
He has a sister.
- What did he tell her?
- Everything!
Everything.
That's why she's contacting you.
She sent me a message.
And she's a journalist.
Starting to get it now?
No. What difference does it make
if he told her everything?
Read it!
Oh my God!
It's full of mistakes.
It's terribly written!
Who cares?
You make mistakes too.
Just read to the end.
Read it all!
It's blackmail.
Oh, really?
- That's all you have to say?
- Well, she says
she doesn't want money.
What does that bitch want?
That's the problem.
I don't know what she wants.
Well, did you contact her
before coming to bother me?
Yeah. She refuses to talk to me.
She only wants to talk to you.
Oh, no...
No, what the hell!
Hello, Simone.
This is Magalie.
You sent an email to Mr. Balandras,
my personal assistant,
about the piano accident.
I didn't understand everything
due to the syntax errors,
but I'm available
to discuss it in person.
I'm in the mountains.
At my new residence,
for an indefinite period.
You may call me back at this number,
if you wish.
I hope to speak with you soon,
Mrs. Simone.
Goodbye.
Fucking bitch!
You know what?
- Maybe you're right about the mistakes.
- What do you mean?
Maybe she meant the opposite.
That she only wants money.
She's screwed.
No, no, no.
I'm not joking, this is serious.
If we mess this up,
we risk life in prison.
Keep that in mind. It's serious!
I'll keep it in mind
and go back to bed.
Don't you get it?
You're just sitting there?
And if she calls again, what then?
I'll call her back, Patrick.
Relax, okay?
We'll sort it out, alright?
Take a little pill,
you're all stressed out.
They ask why their dad's not here,
but aside from that...
Don't you want to tell them
I'm away for work?
To buy them clothes and food.
They'll think I'm a bastard
who abandoned his family.
They already know you're a bastard.
Great sense of humor, thanks.
No, they're fine. Relax.
Mathieu got kicked out
of the pony club,
but otherwise all good.
Well, that's good.
You know how I feel.
It's not for boys. Sorry, but... Look!
Look who's here.
Hi.
Oh, shit!
I didn't realize
you had that neck brace.
- Yeah.
- Awful, sweetheart.
It's nothing, I'll survive.
Don't worry.
She's tough, you know!
Your cabin looks amazing.
Are you happy?
Yeah, well,
it doesn't feel like home yet.
Oh, I could get used to it fast.
How big is it?
Three hundred square meters?
You're sweet,
but we've got an emergency.
I'll have to steal your guy
and hang up.
Can we finish talking?
But the cabin's 500 m.
Bye!
Patrick, I know what she wants!
That was super humiliating.
Doesn't matter, you'll call her.
Listen!
I've been thinking and I know
what your journalist wants.
Want me to say?
Money. It's simple!
No!
She wants to sleep with me.
Excuse me?
I saw her photos online.
She's a catfish. Gross!
That's it. A sad fan
who wants a relationship with me.
You hang up on my wife
to tell me that?
Yes. I reread her message.
The words are all disconnected.
She must be a psycho.
OK, so your logic is:
she writes badly,
so she wants to sleep with you?
Yes.
She wants money.
Everyone knows you're loaded,
she wants her cut.
- Did you call her?
- Uh, no.
What was that?
- What was that?
- No idea.
She's here.
Look, it's her!
Oh, fuck! Whoa!
See?
I'm not crazy, I knew it!
- What the hell is she doing here?
- No idea. She's here.
Come on, open up! Open!
- Two minutes.
- Can we talk?
- Open.
- Please.
- Five minutes.
- Let's talk!
- Open, two minutes.
- Hey!
Who are these idiots?
The tall one followed me this morning.
He followed me on
his clunky little scooter.
- Without your ski mask? Are you nuts?
- Don't call me crazy!
You're asking for trouble.
What do you want, huh?
What's your problem?
Get lost or I'll beat your ass!
Private property. Get out!
We do what we want.
Who the hell are you?
Take that!
- Clown!
- Shame on you!
And you think it's funny?
Take that!
You little bastards!
What?
Good evening.
Are you Simone?
Yes.
So?
Well, I...
What is it you want?
It's hard. I'm embarrassed.
- Hey!
- What?
Look, I'm sorry.
Should I call you later?
Are you not alone?
No, it's nothing. It's my dog.
He just came into the room.
It's nothing.
Go ahead.
I'm listening.
First of all, you should know
I've never blackmailed anyone before.
I'm an honest person.
Honestly, I feel very uneasy about
this whole situation.
Poor thing.
You're uneasy?
Oh, I'm so sorry!
Are you mocking me?
No, no, I mean it.
You're defensive, but you'll realize
I have good intentions.
It's a very light blackmail,
very positive, I'm not...
Stop with the nonsense
about positive blackmail
and fake explanations.
Tell me.
What do you want?
Magalie, you don't want
the public or the press
to find out what really happened
the day of your piano accident.
Right?
That's why I gave
your idiot brother 500,000.
To shut him up.
Yes, I know.
I'm sorry about him.
My brother is extremely fragile.
The accident traumatized him.
He couldn't bear
to keep that heavy secret alone,
so he felt the need to tell me.
But he hasn't told anyone else,
I'm sure of that.
He has no intention of harming you.
He's extremely grateful
for all your money.
It literally changed his life.
At the time, he had
huge financial and personal problems...
I don't give a damn
about your idiot brother's life.
Spit it out already.
What do you want?
Sorry, it's embarrassing.
Listen, Simone,
let me save us some time.
I already know what you want.
You want to meet me in person.
Yes, that's true.
I knew it!
I felt it. Honestly, I'm a genius.
She wants to meet me,
she wants to sleep with me!
Excuse me?
I know, I'm desirable.
Girls like me,
I've never had a problem.
They chase me everywhere.
I'm hot, I know it.
She wants to meet me
to start a relationship.
No. Sorry if I let you
think that way.
No, no.
You're pretty, I'm not denying that.
But that's not it at all.
I do want to meet you,
but for something else entirely.
Are you still there?
- Yes!
- I'm listening, yes.
You refuse to speak to the media,
you've never given an interview
to anyone in your entire life.
I'd like to be the first
to interview you.
I've done this for 25 years.
I'm a true professional.
I promise not to mention
your accident in the article.
Here's what we'll do,
it'll be simpler.
You give me your bank details
and we'll send a big juicy transfer,
like we did for your brother.
You shut your mouth
and forget I exist.
I didn't contact you on a whim.
It's a well-considered decision.
I won't back down.
Either I interview you
or I go to the police.
I'm really sorry.
Shit...
I won't change my mind.
Fine, you win!
You're a witch.
I'll hand you over to my assistant
to schedule a meeting.
Patrick Balandras speaking.
I'm the one who got your email.
You've secured
Magaloche's first interview.
Congratulations!
Are you ready?
Can we begin?
First, thank you for agreeing.
I know this is a big effort for you,
and truly, thank you.
I'm deeply moved.
And above all, truly honored.
You're angry,
but I wanted to say it anyway.
All set.
It's recording.
I'll start at the beginning.
In order, okay?
So, Magalie,
you were born on March 12, 1989,
with an extremely rare condition,
called congenital
insensitivity to pain.
I was born with congenital
insensitivity to pain, yes.
Everyone already knows that.
I don't hide it.
Not everyone knows what it is.
Could you explain it briefly?
I'm curious.
It's like being blind.
Except instead of not seeing,
you don't feel physical pain.
I wouldn't know how else to explain it.
For a more precise definition,
ask a specialist.
No, that's very clear.
Thank you.
Very well put.
Magalie,
something else people may not know.
On the day you were born,
March 12, 1989,
it was also the day
the Internet became accessible
to the public for the first time.
Did you know you were born
the same day as the Internet?
No.
Incredible!
I thought you knew that.
I'm going to show you a few things.
No.
No, impossible.
Alright.
What does this new info make you feel?
Tell me.
Internet is a digital tool.
I'm a human being.
I don't see the link.
You were born the same day
as the tool that made you a star.
That's truly amazing!
Where does that...
annoying way of speaking come from?
- Sorry?
- "Amazing, don't you think?"
Seriously, where's it from?
From a castle?
- I don't live in a castle, no.
- Well,
you talk like a duchess
and can't write an email.
I use voice dictation, that's why.
It's not interesting to talk about me.
Indeed, it's not interesting at all.
I won't lie, this interview
is already pretty annoying.
With the way you talk,
I feel like I'm in a school exam.
Honestly,
I don't know if I can take it.
I feel like being attacked.
How long is this going to last?
I don't know, two hours.
Something like that.
Two hours?
Are you nuts or what?
What are we gonna
talk about for two hours?
Magalie, you can relax.
I'm not here to harass you.
I just want to talk,
paint your character's portrait.
No bad intentions.
I mean well, I don't want to hurt you.
Well-meaning, but still blackmailing.
Let's not forget that.
Excuse me,
sorry to interrupt, just a sec.
Can you come here, please?
What?
Come.
What the hell are you doing?
Nothing.
She's got us by the balls!
Stop being difficult, play along!
What? I came,
I'm playing along.
No, no.
You'll have to be more cooperative.
This started off badly.
Did you hear her?
I want to gouge that bitch's eyes out!
And why the hell should we care?
You're playing with fire.
Think about prison.
Get a grip, damn it.
- I'll get a grip.
- Please.
Thanks!
My assistant kindly offered
to go get some food.
Would you like anything?
Thanks, no, I'm fine.
OK. Just for me then.
As always, darling, you're a gem.
Hurry up, I'm starving.
Alright, let's continue.
I'm ready.
I'll play along.
I'm ready.
I'm listening.
- Is there a problem?
- No, none, Simone.
I'm delighted to do this interview.
And the way you speak feels...
very exotic.
- You're not obligated.
- Yes, I am.
- But let's continue.
- Alright.
I'll go on.
So, Magalie, you were born
the same day as the tool
that made you a global star.
Well, yes.
How did you discover this tool?
It was the year I turned... 14.
Yes.
I was 14 years old, that's it.
That's a good answer.
Could you elaborate a bit?
I was going to.
I just need to remember.
Sorry, I'm eager to hear more.
I'll be quiet.
Go ahead.
We were in the living room,
my dad and I.
We were watching TV
while waiting for my mum.
We'd just watched a crap movie,
a western.
And flipping through
the cable channels,
we came across an adult program.
And we watched it.
I didn't understand
what I was seeing at first.
But I remember feeling
a terrible frustration
at those images.
I was jealous of those guys.
Very jealous.
Hi, I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a car battery.
Dad!
The next day,
my parents gave me a lecture.
They really scolded me.
And obviously, they punished me.
Later, my dad was at his PC, as usual.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a car battery.
He sent my video
to all his office colleagues
to make them laugh.
MY GIRL IS ELECTRIC
And then things got out of hand.
His colleagues started...
sharing the file with others,
as a joke.
It spread really fast.
Within weeks,
it was already a classic.
The video was circulating everywhere
so much that we even made the news.
Everyone thought it was funny.
There was almost nothing online
back then.
Nothing like today.
It was just beginning.
I was ahead of my time, you could say.
And that's how it happened.
People recognized me on the street.
I became a kind of
circus act at school.
That's incredible!
It feels strange to
say all this out loud.
When I think about it,
it's just in my head.
I never think about it,
because it annoys me.
Bad memories.
I don't care!
Before we resume the timeline...
I'd like to clarify
something that intrigues me.
I hope it's not too personal,
but I wonder...
You're never seen without
that dental device you wear.
So what?
Well... is it a tribute
to that first video?
Is there another reason?
I have a serious gum malformation.
I have to wear this thing for life.
If I take it off,
I lose my teeth in two weeks.
I'm so sorry!
I'm joking.
It's for the look.
At first,
it was so people recognized me.
Then it became like...
a stage costume.
Something easy to identify.
"She's the girl with
braces who makes videos."
That's what I thought.
You don't need them.
You've got perfect teeth.
Thanks, that's nice.
And a very lovely smile, by the way.
Not something we see often.
Didn't you set all this up
just to flirt with me?
Like I suspected.
No, it's just an observation.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Everything okay?
Is it going how you want?
She's starting to open up a bit.
It's fascinating. Thank you.
Alright, I'll let you work.
I'm nearby.
"She's starting to open up a bit."
Sounds like I'm a mussel.
No, it's just an expression.
I know you're not a mussel.
I wouldn't dare.
I know it's an expression.
And I know I'm not a mussel.
But thanks for explaining, teacher.
- Shall we take a lunch break?
- No, I'm not hungry.
Let's finish this.
Very well. So...
People start recognizing you
on the street thanks to that video.
You're 14 years old.
What happens at that moment?
What happens at that moment?
I started making other videos,
obviously.
Hi. I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a hammer.
Hi, I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing an ice pick.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing boiling water.
I kept it secret for a long time.
Magalie, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
I said I was clumsy
to explain the marks and bruises.
- Hi.
- Hi!
Why don't you go out anymore?
Is it because of your illness?
No.
Then why?
I entertain myself.
- That's all.
- My parents say you're crazy.
Hey! Sorry to bother you.
Really, sorry.
I'm a fan.
I know all your videos.
My brother, too.
- We just want a photo.
- One photo each.
- That's all we want.
- Yes!
Just ten seconds.
- Then we'll go. Promise.
- Patrick!
Oh no!
- She's calling the other one.
- No, hey!
Don't call your bodyguard.
We're good people!
Patrick!
- What?
- Just one photo, that's all.
It's my break.
Why are you yelling?
Those two little shits are here.
Don't you have anything better to do?
She's recovering.
She needs to rest.
Leave her alone and show some respect!
Shut up, we're free!
We just want a photo!
We're not doing anything wrong!
You're harassing her.
- Then she shouldn't be famous.
- Don't say that!
Stop throwing yogurt!
That's a waste.
Hi. I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing a sewing machine.
And what did you do
with all those little videos?
Did you ever watch them
or was the joy just in making them?
I kept them in a shoebox.
And once I'd filmed a scene,
I completely lost interest.
Like today.
The footage I record
has no emotional value.
Well, that's debatable.
You built an empire with it.
I meant sentimental value.
Well then, let's talk about
commercial value. I was getting to that.
How did the shift
to professionalism happen?
How did you level up?
Professionalism?
How do you manage
to use such annoying words?
So how did you go
from the reserved little girl
who kept her videos in shoeboxes
to the rich and famous young woman
you are today?
Duchess, I'll keep it short.
Because I'm starting
to get fed up with this.
At 16, I became a young adult.
A distant uncle gave me
a smartphone for Christmas.
Camera, internet access.
Then I signed up
on all the forums, platforms,
social media.
I invented that cool nickname.
You already know it, Magaloche.
No need to explain why.
And that was it.
From that moment on,
I started making tons of videos.
The rest you already know.
30 views, 500 views, 100 million views.
Algorithms, monetization, sponsors,
blah blah blah, all that stuff.
Since then, I've earned
way more than my parents.
They kicked me out for being insolent.
And I moved into
a house bigger than yours.
And I started making
videos all day long.
That's it.
I think we've covered everything.
I've said it all.
Can we stop here?
Are you satisfied?
No. We're not stopping
now that it's getting good.
This is where it gets interesting.
Excuse me?
Is it time for a lunch break?
As you wish. I...
I'm fine with anything.
It's all good for me.
That's funny.
I always imagined
journalists were ugly.
- She's not bad at all.
- Are you kidding?
She's vile.
A witch!
Right...
The whole world will read her article.
That bitch will get famous
thanks to me.
Makes me sick.
- Careful.
- That's it!
Done.
Done.
Hi, I'm Magaloche.
I'm testing a baseball bat
at high speed, darlings.
Here we go!
Let's go.
Done. Subscribe, bye.
Hi, I'm Magaloche.
Today,
I'm testing a monster truck for you.
Here we go, let's go!
And done.
Don't forget to subscribe.
Kisses, bye!
I'm Magaloche.
I'm going to test the washing machine.
Go.
Done.
Don't forget to subscribe.
Kisses, bye!
Hey!
A new video drops tonight at midnight.
Don't miss it!
There's something
I find very intriguing.
You reached a delirious lifestyle
very quickly,
thanks to your video success.
You own multiple properties
around the world.
They say you bought a private island
in Polynesia when you turned 25.
I don't know if it's true.
What matters is understanding
why you kept hurting yourself,
when you didn't need to anymore.
Is it simply a basic
addiction to money
or is it something more personal?
No, I...
It never occurred to me to stop.
According to online statistics,
you've published
over 2,000 videos in total.
That's massive.
Can you confirm that?
I don't know.
I haven't counted them.
My videos never last
more than ten seconds.
So if your stats are right,
that would be...
20,000 seconds of footage.
In 15 years, that's...
not crazy, it's totally fine.
Yes, seen that way, definitely.
To me, that number of videos
says something else.
I can't help thinking about your body.
Excuse me?
You're thinking about my body now?
You've injured yourself deliberately
over 2,000 times on camera.
Seriously. All just to create
short content for social media.
So what?
Have you never felt worn out or tired?
Mail carriers deliver mail every day.
Hi, I'm Magaloche.
Today I'm testing fire for you.
Here we go, let's go.
We all do the same job
our whole lives.
Over time,
you could've questioned things.
Have you never wondered
about the usefulness,
excuse me,
the very relative value of this work?
- Your job is more useful, right?
- Not at all.
I have doubts every day.
I don't know if people
will read my articles.
Or if I offer anything
beneficial to society.
Well, yes.
I have rent to pay every month
and I support my mother,
who's very ill.
I don't have a choice. Whereas you...
Oh, poor thing!
Life is so hard.
Your situation...
it's not the same, I think.
And we're here to talk about you.
Not me.
No one cares about me.
That's true.
Why do you keep hurting yourself
when you've been free to stop
for so long?
Your sick mother,
does she know her daughter blackmails
an artist to boost her career?
Did you tell her that?
Now that's interesting.
You consider yourself an artist.
I'll ignore the rest
and start from there.
Is it for the love of art
- that you keep hurting yourself?
- No.
I use the word "artist"
because what I do requires no effort.
Then why do you keep going?
It's not mutilation.
My body's just fine.
Nature is wise, it heals perfectly.
Answer my question.
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
What drives you to continue?
You don't need the money.
"Answer my question."
I'm getting tired of this.
You could quit it all.
Live a normal life.
Why keep going?
- Oh, sure.
- I want to understand. Answer me!
Maybe I do this because I hate myself.
And because I want to die.
That'd make a great hook
for your article.
People will want to click.
I don't write that kind of article.
I'm doing great.
I love myself.
I saw a therapist for three years.
I worked through all that crap.
Sorry, you're too late.
There's nothing to find here.
I don't even know
what you're looking for.
It's almost philosophical.
I want to know what drives you.
It interests me
and it'll interest readers.
Readers don't care.
No, I don't agree.
Do you know our society?
People will read this on the toilet.
They'll forget the topic
when they flush.
You don't need the money anymore.
Why keep going?
How many more times will you ask that?
I travelled 12 hours by train.
I'd like to get some substance
out of this conversation.
You could've skipped the trip easily.
And made a ton of money
instead of coming here
to ask me the same thing 40 times.
It's a fundamental question.
Make an effort, try to answer.
Why do you keep going?
Who says I will?
You don't know anything.
Even if you quit tomorrow,
tell me what drove you
to make all those videos for years.
Answer and I'll leave you alone.
I promise.
What if there's no reason?
There has to be.
There always is.
No, Miss Rational,
sometimes there isn't.
Did you know the universe is made
mostly of empty space?
There's no reason for that.
I've got plenty more examples.
Why are you resisting?
Is opening up that painful?
Is it that terrible?
Yes, pretty terrible.
I tell you and you don't listen.
Rarely have I had such a
fucking awful moment in my life!
Too bad you can't get past it.
Use this moment to your advantage,
not to suffer through it.
You fear my question because
it forces you to see the truth.
I'm not scared at all!
Your question is crap.
Like you and the work you do.
Your questions are crap,
your face and your sick mother too.
You should let her die
in her hospital bed.
Go to hell!
Completely.
You get it or should I go on?
Fine.
Good.
Now I know why I don't do interviews.
It's unbearable.
No, you're the unbearable one.
Good luck with whatever comes next.
I tried.
I answered
all but one of your questions.
- Done, we're even!
- No, we're not.
You didn't cooperate.
I feel sorry for you.
Get out! Witch!
Hey!
Don't come at me with lectures.
Even an idiot could do it.
Answer dumb questions.
Why is it so hard?
Why are you so difficult?
I don't want to talk about myself
for hours.
Or dig into my rotten soul
to understand things
I don't want to understand.
It exhausts me.
Oh, okay. Great, you're exhausted.
I don't know why I do all this.
I have no idea and I don't care!
- You'd rather go to jail?
- Yes!
I don't give a damn.
We're leaving!
I don't know how to open this,
you filthy pig!
I should never have agreed.
You're the one who
panicked over that poor bitch.
Let her die!
With her sick mother.
But wait. What about me?
Did you think of me? You're not alone.
Everything pisses me off!
I can't take it anymore.
What the hell do I do now?
I don't care, I'll go to jail.
Are you listening to me?
What about me? Did you think of me?
You'll go to jail too. With me.
You deserve it, just like I do!
Call her and apologize.
I don't know, just text her:
"Sorry, I fucked up."
Sorry.
"Let's reschedule."
Be nice, fix it.
I do what I want, okay?
I decide.
And I want to be in my cabin, alone.
Excuse me?
Yes.
So give me the keys.
Go on, take your keys!
I'm warning you.
You better fix this fast!
- Done.
- Thanks.
Sounds out of tune.
Well, can we go now?
Yes, go ahead.
We can go now.
Oh right, I forgot to tell you.
The paramedics are super delayed.
- They'll arrive in about an hour.
- An hour?
Yeah, sorry. They're useless.
Either way, I'm not waiting an hour.
We have to do it, for insurance.
I don't care.
I won't wait here, it's grim.
I'll pay if there's a problem.
We're not waiting.
Done. That's...
It's about 6 meters.
What do you think? Is it good?
I don't know.
No, it's not high enough.
It doesn't look dangerous, it's fake.
We need to go higher.
Fine, as you wish.
Go, higher up.
Okay.
Wait, don't move.
Oh no, not that!
I hate when you do that.
- But you've got a--
- It's annoying, look.
- Yeah.
- See?
Yes, yes, okay.
Sorry, I won't do it again.
I'm not a doll.
It's windy, you've got swirls--
Yeah, but I don't care.
Okay.
Sorry, it's fine.
Done, that's 10 meters.
I won't go higher.
But I want higher.
I'll try talking to him.
Uh, excuse me.
Can't you go a bit higher?
Just a little.
With the wind,
my crane could get damaged.
I won't take the risk.
I won't go higher, sorry.
He won't.
That's how it is.
It's my gear, I won't wreck it.
I decide!
Take it or leave it.
I can buy you 50 new cranes,
don't worry.
Do what we ask.
And what difference does
the height make, exactly?
I want to shoot something sensational!
This isn't it!
You'll break your legs
no matter the height.
I'm talking about staging, idiot!
What do you know about that?
I don't give a damn about
your staging, Steven Spielberg!
I won't wreck my gear
for your pretty face.
Who's Spielberg?
A guy who used to make movies.
I'm not going higher, period.
Don't like it? I'm out.
You win. I'll double your pay.
Entertain me, impress me, raise it.
Yeah, sure.
You think that's how it works?
Think people can be bought?
Of course they can.
What's the problem?
Go to hell.
I won't go higher.
Is that clear enough for you?
Who is this guy, huh?
"Technician my ass," go to hell!
Mag?
Mag!
Did I record it or not?
We've got a big problem.
Oh, fuck.
I didn't record?
Wendy is dead.
What?
Who's Wendy?
The stylist.
She's dead, under the piano.
Oh, really?
I'm sorry, that's awful.
Shit.
No, don't move.
Stay like that.
Patrick.
How many times did I say
I didn't want a stylist?
It could've been you.
It's a miracle.
We're totally screwed.
Paramedics are coming.
We didn't follow protocol.
- It'll cost you a fortune.
- I know what to do.
What?
Bury her.
- What?
- Yes.
We'll say she never came.
It's that simple.
I'm not going to jail
because of a stylist.
No, you won't go to jail.
It was an accident.
Do you love me or not?
- Of course, but--
- Then we bury her.
You bury her.
Look where we are.
It's a desert.
No one will find her.
Trust me.
Make that body disappear.
That's an order!
Do it.
But there's a witness.
That's nothing, I'll handle it.
Hey, crane guy!
Would you be interested
in earning 500,000 for doing nothing?
Yes?
I'd like to apologize.
For what happened.
I'm truly sorry.
You're not sorry.
You don't know what that means.
Yes. I...
I should never have acted that way.
You don't deserve such contempt.
I was awful.
I feel terrible.
You're disconnected from reality,
that's your problem.
You don't know how to talk
to people anymore.
It's not your fault, I'm not judging.
It's a shame,
we could've done something good.
It's still possible.
I'll make an effort.
Too late.
I've got a train at dawn.
Going back to see my mother.
You should've tried earlier.
You went too far, I'm sorry.
I'm not stupid.
You don't want to answer me,
you just want to save yourself.
No.
No, really.
All this made me...
think a lot.
I even fired my personal assistant.
He was horribly toxic.
It was him...
...who forced me to hide the truth.
You're manipulating me, it's pathetic.
Please, have mercy.
I really need to talk.
Forgive me.
We can meet at my cabin.
I'm alone.
Well, well.
Looks like you're the one
who wants to sleep with me.
Not at all, I assure you.
It's because here...
we'll be in peace.
I'll tell you how I feel
and you'll get a great interview.
Well, forget it, it's not working.
I know deep down you despise me.
I'm done trying,
you're a horrible person.
You deserve everything coming to you.
Leave me alone.
Bitch!
THINK ABOUT MAKING
A VIDEO FOR COMSHOPPY
We could have something.
You're wearing a wedding ring.
Do you think I'm stupid?
Oh, my wife...
Forget her, I can't stand her.
You have no idea.
You're drunk.
You'll think differently tomorrow.
Yes!
How pretty!
It's for you.
You're pathetic.
But fine, come here.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
I'm here to deliver this
to a journalist friend
- who's staying here.
- The very nice journalist?
Yes.
"Very nice," yes.
- Should we leave it in her room?
- Oh, well,
she's a close friend.
I'd like to give it to her myself.
Room number?
Yes.
It's... 31, on the third floor.
That way.
- Thanks.
- Have a good night.
"It's not mutilation.. My body's fine."
"Nature is wise, it heals."
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
"What drives you...?"
Yes?
"...if you don't need money?"
Yes?
Yes?
So I'm horrible.
Is that what you said?
- I'm sorry.
- No, you shouldn't be.
You're right to think that,
it must be said.
I'm horrible.
- No...
- Oh, yes!
You know what?
You are too, just so you know.
Yes, you know,
it's human nature that's like that.
We're horrible crap living
on this planet.
It's not my fault!
You're right.
Yes, it's true, I'm right.
Say you're horrible.
I'm horrible.
- Do you really think so?
- Yes!
- Then say it again.
- I'm horrible.
Very good.
Now let's play a game, okay?
I'm the journalist.
I ask a question
and you have to answer.
Pay close attention,
because there's a trick.
Are you ready?
- You don't have to threaten me.
- I'm in charge!
So, Simone...
Which of us is more horrible,
in your opinion?
Don't hurt me!
Answer!
Well...
"Answer my question."
"Answer my question."
See how annoying it is
to be interrogated like that?
- It's annoying, yes.
- Yes.
Then answer my question.
Who's the worst of us,
in your opinion?
- I don't know, I--
- But answer my question.
These are your last ten seconds
of existence.
Try to shine a little.
And tell me,
who's the most horrible of us?
Me.
No.
Wrong answer, Simone.
But see, I blackmailed you,
I took advantage of the situation.
Shut up.
Listen to what I'm telling you.
I'm the worst of the two.
By far.
I assure you, you're not even close.
I'm a world-class human piece of shit.
But at least I'm honest.
I don't pretend to be a good person.
I accept all the horror in me.
I wallow in it all day
like a pig and I enjoy it.
Understand?
Yes, but you should've said
exactly that earlier.
It's an excellent answer
to my question.
Because you keep making your videos
because you've chosen
to accept all the horror
inside you.
It's very coherent.
- A good answer.
- I don't get it. I don't care.
We could even resume the interview...
from this point.
It'd be great.
- Oh, sure.
- Yeah.
It'd be great.
Good idea.
But you should've thought of it earlier.
Before you die!
Hey, wait!
Sorry.
But...
I...
Excuse me.
I...
I never do this, normally,
I know it's awkward and all, but...
I love your vibe.
I've followed you for ages,
I'm a huge, huge fan.
Would you mind if we took a photo?
But... how do you know it's me?
Well, I recognized your beautiful
eyes, of course, and your voice.
Amazing to see you.
I can't believe it.
So, can we?
Oh, awesome! Thanks, that's so cool!
I'll be quick.
Take off the ski mask.
So we can see your braces.
My friends won't believe me otherwise.
Sorry.
It's...
Oh, awesome! Perfect.
She's too beautiful, I can't believe it.
Thanks, yeah? This is great.
Magnificent.
Okay, ready?
One...
Two...
I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry.
What an idiot, what an idiot,
what an idiot,
what an idiot, what idiocy!
What?
I totally screwed up, Patrick.
I messed up big time!
I tried to fix things.
And made it a thousand times worse.
You have to help me. So go now,
you filthy larva,
to the hotel where Simone's staying,
see if there are cameras, okay?
It's really important.
No, actually, I'm not doing anything.
I'm done with your messes.
So yeah, I buried Wendy, yeah.
That's true, I did it.
But it was your idea, you know?
I'll get less jail time than you.
And I don't care.
Anyway,
I'm ready, I'm not afraid anymore,
I've covered for you enough.
Stop screwing with me
and leave me alone!
No, I won't leave you alone.
Who's Wendy?
Who's Wendy?
A stylist.
You buried a stylist?
But it wasn't my idea.
You forgot your boots.
Want me to bring them down?
What an idiot.
- Yes, please.
- Don't move, I'm coming.
- Here.
- Thanks, I... I'm sorry.
- Hello?
- Yes, good evening.
I just subdued a bald man,
40 years old, who buried a stylist.
Is it okay now?
Wait. Okay, done.
- Am I in the shot?
- Of course, go ahead!
You'll see, we'll get along.
You're going to love me!
Wow, this place is insane!
Wait...
Where are we?
Where are we?
Look at this rich cabin.
Hey, this is awesome!
Crazy!
It's amazing!
It burns my eyes
just looking at it.
Did you see the size of those boobs?
Look!
Seriously, that's wild, right?
They're colossal, damn!
It's just a big photo.
I know. But wow!
I'm almost in love.
Forget it.
Oh, look.
I even love the braces.
Oh, no.
That's disgusting.
Food gets stuck in there, gross.
- What do you know?
- Everyone knows that.
We don't care.
There's no food in there!
If you kiss a girl
who tastes like metal, gross!
Come on, come here!
Thanks.
Shit...
Shit...
What's that?
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Damn, she looks panicked.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Shit.
She's crying.
Poor thing.
What do we do?
Comfort her? You idiot!
We wait.
You look a lot like Dad in the dark.
Huh?
I never noticed. That's wild!
What are you talking about?
You look like him, that's all.
I don't want to look
like that bastard!
Well, you can't help it.
Then stop looking at me!
What's she doing?
Can you see her?
What the hell is she doing?
Stop asking.
Want me to hit you like Dad?
Shut your mouth!
Hello.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
I can't believe it,
she's making a video.
- What?
- I swear.
A video, live, right in front of us.
Hello.
I'm Magalie Moreau.
And today...
Are you sure?
She's filming, I'm telling you. Look!
- That's insane!
- You idiot!
I saw your shitty scooter
parked down there!
You think I'm stupid?
You've got ten seconds to get out
or I'll rip out your eyes
and make you eat them.
I'm not joking!
Sorry. The door was open.
We didn't think.
We didn't steal anything.
We just wanted to look.
Yeah.
We're sorry.
Sorry.
Still don't want
to take a photo with us?
Are you okay? You don't look well.
Come on, it's fine,
let's take the photo.
Yeah.
Awesome, thanks!
Thanks! Bye.
Yeah, bye!
Hello. I'm Magalie Moreau.
Today I'm testing the hangman's rope.
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