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- Okay. No problem.

There you go.

Yeah. See you tomorrow then.

Why was there a videotape

inside the hog?

What are you talkin' about,

darling?

Well, I saw a videotape

come out earlier,

when daddy

was emptying the insides.

Stop talking nonsense.

Come on, eat.

But it's true. I saw it.

No. Listen.

There can't be videotapes

inside the tummy of animals, darling.

It simply is impossible.

Reality, my sweetie pie,

listen to me.

How could a hog

swallow a videotape?

It's much too big,

it wouldn't go down,

it's just not possible.

Well, maybe

that's what killed him.

He choked on the tape

and tried to swallow it,

but it got stuck in his throat.

No, he died

because I shot him, honey.

And even if he did

swallow the tape,

it would've been completely crushed up

by his chewing it, you see?

I mean, He wouldn't have

swallowed it in one piece.

Think about it.

Well, I don't know

how it's possible,

but I saw it.

I'm not crazy.

- I think you're just tired.

- Mm.

Come on, it's time for you

to go to bed.

Come with mommy.

Come on.

Think about it, honey.

"After having dinner with her parents"

the little girl

quietly brushed her teeth

looking at herself

in the mirror

"thinking back on her day."

"She put on

her favorite pajamas"

got into her cozy, little bed

convinced she had seen

that tape

come out of the tummy

of the hog.

"That night the little girt

had funny nightmares."

That's it.

I like this book.

I know.

It's time for you to go to bed.

It's late.

Goodnight.

I saw that tape.

Mr. Marshall says that you must reduce

your consumption of film

or else you'll go over budget.

You tell him that it is very tricky

to film children.

Reality's only 7,

it's the first time

she's been in a movie.

I have to adapt

to her rhythm s.

He's asking

why the camera's still rolling

for such a crappy shot?

I was simply waiting

for her to fall asleep.

I think she was struggling

to fall asleep

because of the lights

and the presence of the crew,

and it's not a crappy shot

it's a crucial moment.

She gently falls asleep

and her nightmare begins.

There you go.

She falls asleep.

For real.

"Waves." "Waves."

What's! He say?

- He said, less film.

- Oh.

Tell him to go f*** himself.

I'll film as much as I want.

Okay.

You asked for me, sir?

For the rug?

It's too late, buddy.

I've already cleaned it myself.

Please, shut the door,

I have an appointment.

Okay. Wow!

Okay.

Oui, Bob Marshall.

Oh.

Yes.

Yes?

Are you the old person

that lives in this house?

Yes.

Why should I give a sh*t?

- And then what?

- That's it.

That's when I woke up

and then I took out my notebook

and I wrote it all down

and to be honest with you,

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