A Sight for Sore Eyes (Inquiétudes)

Themodel's on a scale of 1/25,

but has to be imagined life-size.

Thewallswill be lined with insulation.

Lighting will be permanent. No switches.

I'll also have a mechanism

to slowly rotate thewhole.

Sowhile I'm sleeping,

when my brain's stopped, my body still moves.

The brain doesn't stop during sleep, Mr Keller.

Just a manner of speaking.

Buthow'd you define it? Is it a cell?

Ashelter?. Acrypt, perhaps?

As it doesn't exist,

I don't know whatyou'd call it.

Away of shutting out theworld, no?

Maybe...

In any case, the world...

Yes?

The world?

So, what's your motivation for this work?

I can't do anything else.

And, the modules, in particular...

Why white?

I dunno, I like white.

I like silence, things well done.

Outside, I find all is dirty, mediocre.

There, you could gaze at the wall for days, and after, maybe talk.

It might be possible.

If beauty comes we need a place to greet it.

Ifwe don't prepare nothing can happen.

That's more or less what I've always done.

I used to enclose objects in white-painted boxes,

wrapped in cotton-wool.

Now I'm sick of boxes. I want something big.

In which to put what?

Something beautiful.

A SlGHT FOR SORE EYES

Btuno!

What the hell is this?

Don't take my plastic for yourfucking car.

What's this fucking mess?

What should rot outside. Not my stuff!

Are you crazy?

That's the best of furniture!

Top quality workmanship!

They don't make furniture like that anymore.

I hope not.

Hope not...

Open this door.

Btuno!

Mind your tongue!

That was my father's furniture, made to measure, saved hard for.

So put it back where it fucking belongs!

You're eating late.

Yeah, a lot ofwork.

Don't want to know how yourfather is?

Need the bag?

- What? - Can I take it?

What's all this?

Might I know what's going on?

Nothing.

I just changed my mind.

I was getting pissed off with the models.

And so?

So, nothing.

This'll be my third-year project.

But I'd just like to...

add one last little touch...

It'll be called: "Wet Summer, Wet Paint"!

Did you ask for permission to do this?

Where'll your classmates work?

- Dunno. - You don't know.

Are you out ofyour mind, orwhat?

You just cleared theirwork out without...

Listen, Bruno, this may be a "FineArts" school,

but that's just not on.

Already, you swan in and out as you like.

You prepare projects and then you...

I what?

My idea's still the same.

Sorry, but we can't letyou do just anything.

This isn't just anything.

Look, ifyou continue, they'll expel you.

You understand?

Yeah, I understand.

You're not alone.

I'm through.

I'm outta here.

You don't have to take it like that.

I'm out, that's what you want.

We never asked you...

to be... a model pupil.

I'm outta here, that way everyone'll be happy!

It's a put-on.

You like it too much.

Aput-on?

I've no money,

no home,

no one to help me... Call that a put-on?

I don't know what to say...

Maybe it's better that way.

But ifyou need money, I may have a solution.

Landscape gardening, a bit of interior decoration...

Pays well... But it's up to you.

I can put in a word.

Enough!

That's enough!

Where's the furniture?

What furniture?

What'd you do with it?

That furniture had to be taken apart

to get it in there, now where is it?

Yeah, I know the story.

Now get off my back.

Don't piss me about, Bruno.

Ifyou sold that furniture I'll call the cops.

Fuck and damn!

To hell with yourfurniture!

It sucked, made mewanna puke.

You little shit!

Little shit!

I wantyou outta here.

Doyou hear me?

I wantyou fucking out, as of tomorrow!

Who'll put me out, you?

Me, and the cops, if need be.

Cheers.

You swine!

Take that back! You take it back!

Let me go, you bastard, all you can do is hit!

Know what I did with your lousy jewelry?

Me and Raymond went whoring!

We had our dicks sucked by a prize hooker!

Bastard!

Know what it means to suck dick?

- You pig! - Filthy bitch!

What's going on?

You shut it, brother-in-law!

Get back in your room.

Do you hear that slut? The fucking nerve!

This here is my home.

You don't like, beat it!

- No, I don't like it. - Then ship out!

I don't like it one bit!

Pick that up!

Shutyourfucking mouth, crazy bitch!

Yeah, beat it!

The Kellerbrothers,

two bloody alcoholics!

Sowho'd wantyou, bitch? You stink of drink!

Itwas mewho started this?

Whowas picked out of the gutter at 4 a.m.?

Who was it? Who?

You bloody dtunks!

She hits the sauce at nine every morning!

What'syourfucking brat up to now?

I'm out ofhere!

I'm leaving!

Go ahead and fucking leave, bitch!

I'll go get the cops, you hear?.

That'swhat I'll do.

April 1992

My name is Elise Gardet, I'm 7 years old.

My name is Elise Gardet, I'm 7 years old.

Follow the lightwith your eyes.

That's right.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

So tell me about that day. Where are you?

I'm in my room.

Follow the light with your eyes.

You're in your room?

Yes.

Your mom, is she with you?

No.

So tell me what you see.

I see his car...

It's blue.

No, red.

It's red.

Red? Are you sure?

Yes, red.

Stay with that.

Is he there?

Yes.

He's come inside?

What's he doing?

I don't know.

He's shouting.

Do you know why he's shouting?

Breathe deeply.

What's happening now? Where are you?

In the corridor.

Stay with that.

- What are you doing? - I'm hiding.

Where? In your room?

No, in the bathroom.

What are you feeling? Are you hot, cold?

No...

And the man, can you see him?

What's he doing?