Holy Motors

Bye, Daddy.

- Morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning, sir.

See you tonight, Dad!

Work hard!

Good morning, Cline.

Good morning, Mr Oscar.

Many appointments today, Cline?

Nine, Mr Oscar.

The first file's next to you.

Hello, Serge.

At 5009.

Indexed, indexed.

Yes, they're after our hide.

We get the blame for their pain.

It whips people UP-

A sign of the times.

I had Defrasnoux on the phone

from Wilkinson & Sons.

He was very clear.

Bodyguards are no longer enough.

We've got to get guns, too.

Fast.

He suggests Caracal 9x19s.

Semi-automatic, 86.

OK, this evening at Fouquet's.

Have a good day, Serge.

Yes.

For years and years, it's all I've seen,

stone and feet.

NO.

Nobody loves me,

nowhere.

But I'm alive anyway.

I am so old...

I'm afraid

I'll never die.

Mr Oscar...

The file for your second

appointment's next to you.

Motion capture 3 and 8.

Infrared.

Markers detected.

I'm ready.

Treadmill.

I'm ready.

What's going on?

I felt dizzy.

A breather, then we'll carry on.

Sh*t.

Mr Oscar, we'll be a few minutes late.

OK.

Should I let the Agency know?

Don't bother.

I'll try and make up some time.

Speed things up at this appointment

so we're in time for the next ones.

Cline?

No appointment in the forest this week?

Not this week, Mr Oscar.

Too bad.

I miss forests.

Monsieur!

Keep back!

Hello.

I'm Jamie,

photographer Harry T-Bone's assistant.

Do you speak French?

Well, we're doing a shoot for Wave magazine

with Kay M the top model.

Heard of her?

Harry thinks it'd be great

to shoot you together.

A shot that's kind of "strange"...

A bit "Beauty and the Beast".

You see?

Do you know Diane Arbus for example?

A great American photographer.

She took photos of dwarves,

giants, monsters...

Photos that are really "human".

Hi, Dad.

Hi, sweetie.

Got glitter on you?

Aren't we taking a friend home?

Yes. Sonia.

But she got her mum

to fetch her an hour ago.

She was bored.

Poor Sonia.

She's usually so easy-going.

Look in the glove box.

Might be something for you.

A cream puff!

Did you have a good time, my Angle?

Yes, I did!

Well, how was it?

I don't know...

Just really good.

We stayed in Paris for your first party

so tell me how it went.

You look beat, Dad.

Yeah, appointments all daylong.

One after the other.

So... Did you dance?

Of course.

Yeah? Who with?

You don't know them.

Vincent, Tiago, Max...

You'll soon forget your old dad

for some overgrown jerk.

Stop it!

My little sprout,

growing UP...

Who was that?

Don't know.

Probably a boy from the party.

Here we go.

Sonia.

It's your friend.

Aren't you at home?

Did you just ring her?

She's fine, she's with me.

Your mum's fetching you? Good.

Bye, Sonia.

Why did you lie to me?

What about?

The part3!'

Sonia being "bored"... everything.

I don't get it.

Why did you lie to me?

I don't know.

Nothing you told me was true?

No.

None of those boys was real?

Angle, look at me.

I want the truth.

What really happened at the party?

I hid in the bathroom, that's what.

Why, for God's sake, why?

Didn't know what else to do.

Why didn't you ask me to pick you up?

Out of pride.

Pride? Skulking in the toilet?

Your friend Sonia was the one dancing

with Max, Tiago and...

Right?

Yes.

She danced and you...

Why, for f***'s sake?

She's popular, I'm not.

Don't be such a moron!

How could you be popular, hiding like that?

I'm just not attractive.

Stop it!

You'll be attractive all right.

Like your mother.

People say I take after you.

"Not attractive."

Who put that into your head?

Boys don't like me.

Because you're not

easy-going enough, probably.

Why can't you be more easy-going,

like Sonia?

You realise I'll have to punish you?

Yes.

Are you sorry you lied to me?

Yes.

I can't even tell if you're sincere.

Look at me!

If you were sure I wouldn't find out,

would you lie again?

I think so.

Tell me why.

We'd both be happier right now, Dad.

You've let me down, Angle.

Very badly.

Go on, get out.

Go home.

What about you?

Me?

I'm going for a drive.

I'll be punished?

Yes.

Your punishment, my poor Angle,

is to be you.

To have to live with yourself.

Now get out, please.

INTERVAL:

YOUR VICTIM:

YOUR WEAPON:

Hello, Alex.

Hi, Madame Ling.

I've come to see Tho.

Everyone better get out of here.

It was an accident, Alex.

You know I didn't do it deliberately.

You should've deliberately not done it.

I think...

Good evening, Oscar.

Good evening.

You did a good job tonight.

But?

If you're here, there's a "but".

But tell me this,

do you still enjoy your work?

I'm asking because some of us think

you've looked a bit

tired recently.

Some don't believe

in what they're watching any more.

I miss the cameras.

They used to be heavier than us.

Then they became smaller than our heads.

Now you can't see them at all.

So sometimes I too find it hard

to believe in it all.

Isn't this nostalgia a bit sentimental?

Thugs don't need to see

the security cameras

to believe in them.

Trying to make us all paranoid?

Aren't you already?

I am. Very.

For instance, I've always been sure

I'd die some day.

What is it you want?

Nothing. You know I like your work.

But some of us...

Who the hell are you talking about?

Let me ask the questions!

What makes you carry on, Oscar?

What made me start,

the beauty of the act.

Beauty?

They say it's in the eye,

the eye of the beholder.

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