Lola (Lola vers la mer)

LOLA

- Hi, Lola. - Hi, Sam.

- Are you ready? - Almost.

Call me if you have a problem.

You can't do what you like, we have rules in this shelter.

- Antoine. - Hi, Lola.

Stay there!

- Okay? - Yeah, I'm going.

- When's the ceremony? - 12 o'clock.

Have you got 20 for the train?

I'm on duty tonight.

So even if you're late you can disturb me.

Mom, I always thought that with you everything was possible.

- Hello. - Is Philippe there?

Are you here for Catherine's ceremony?

- Is he there or not? - Yes, yes.

- Come on. - Don't touch me!

How could you do it?

I didn't have much choice for the time.

Anyway, I didn't think you'd come.

Are you shitting me?

Why are you talking with that voice? Stop it, it's ridiculous.

Or what? You'll kick me out again?

- Come on. - Leave me alone!

Don't make a scene.

- Come on. - Let go of me!

Get the fuck off me!

Be quiet!

Be quiet, please.

You have no decency, do you?

Your mother'd be ashamed of you.

How could you do that to us?

How could you do it to me?

Just look at yourself.

Aren't you ashamed showing up like that in front of our family and friends?

Tricked up like a tranny.

Philippe, do you need any help?

No, it's all right, he's going.

He's about to leave.

You realize you made me miss Mom's funeral?

- You can never put that right. - Put what right?

There's nothing to put right.

You ruined everything, smashed it to pieces.

There's no family, nothing.

This is the last time we speak. Now go. Get outta here!

You know what? I'm glad she's dead.

She no longer has to put up with a fucking jerk like you!

What do you want to do with it?

I don't know.

I've got no idea.

I think I want to keep her near me for the moment.

Is that okay?

It's not too creepy?

I gotta go to work.

I can get someone to replace me if...

No, it's okay.

I'm beat, I'm going to bed.

See you tomorrow.

After you've been to work.

Hello, you're through to Catherine Ronsart.

Leave a message and I'll get right back to you.

Shit!

- How are you? - Good.

The endocrinologist has changed your treatment.

- How are you reacting? - Great.

- No side effects? - No.

It's doing me good.

Getting the hormones and being in the shelter, I feel better.

About myself, I mean.

Didn't you say you'd come with your mom today?

No.

Well, she said she'd come with me for the operations.

When we do them.

That's good because we can schedule them for quite soon now.

I've had a slot come free.

- Is that okay? - Yeah, fine.

It's just that it's sooner than I expected.

If you need more time, we can change the date.

No, it's fine, don't worry about it.

From this point on, we just follow the protocol.

There'll be two stages, as planned.

The first in 5 weeks, the second in 10 weeks.

Breast augmentation and castration first, then reassignment.

This is for your private health insurance to fill in.

And this is for your share. All the details are there.

When does it have to be paid?

As soon as possible, but before the 6th.

Okay.

And my prescription?

- Dr. Bratsky should have left it. - Are you sure? I haven't seen it.

Yes, she said she'd leave it at reception.

It'll say Estragel and Androtabs. 50 milligrams.

There's nothing here, sorry.

I can leave her a message

and get it for tomorrow. Thursday at the latest.

No, I'm all out. I can't miss any.

It's no big deal if you miss one day.

I know if it's a big deal or not! Look again.

This is it. Sorry.

The guys here are hot!

- You know them? - Yeah, sort of.

We going?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

I was at the hospital earlier.

There's a slot free. I can start the operations in 5 weeks.

Seriously? That's awesome!

Shit, you knew all this time and you didn't tell me!

- You don't look too pleased. - I am.

- I don't know what to do about... - What?

- What? - The money.

My mom's dead and all I'm thinking about is that.

- I'm a piece of shit. - No, no...

You think Antoine will know how to get the money?

- I dunno. - How much do you need?

- Almost five thousand. - Five thousand?

- How much you got? - Five hundred eighty-seven.

Shit!

I'll fetch Antoine.

You're in deep shit.

Gonna put her on your table?

In your shitty house in your shitty town?

- Is that it? - No, it's not.

I'm taking her to the coast, to her childhood home. She asked me.

What's going on?

- He's robbing me. - You're the thief!

If you don't leave I'll call the cops.

Go ahead! I'll enjoy telling them how he burgled my house

and smashed my store window!

- You're full of shit! - Oh, yeah?

Neighbors saw you. "A vulgar girl with dyed hair,"

"a rucksack and a skateboard..." That's not you?

Do you know what a window costs?

Do you know what assault will cost you?

What are you doing? Close that door!

Close that door!

Shit! Close that door!

Give me a break!

Get out! Get outta there!

- Stop this bullshit! - I'm not leaving her!

- Don't you touch that! - Lola!

You, stay where you are!

What are you doing?

- You're fucking crazy! - Shut your mouth!

Look,

it's simple.

It's up to you.

Either you get out, right now,

or we go.

- Where? - To the coast.

To the house.

How many times are they gonna call?

It's not them, it's work.

So what's your decision?

But I'm telling you, if you get out you leave her here.

I'm not leaving her!

I'll call you later.

Five minutes.

The keys.

You dumped me like a piece of shit once before.

Is it good?

Not really.

Not too expensive?

The usual.

The usual?

Are you shitting me? Do you think I didn't see you?

- I'm broke, that's all. - In my family we don't steal.

Understand? We're not thieves.

Go and pay for it, now.

Or what?

Or you stay here and I carry on alone.

Little jerk!

I got you this with the change.

And some smokes for me.

- Can I smoke? - No.

Have you quit?

Okay.

- This is Mom's! - Don't touch that.

- Why? - Just leave it alone.

- More songs than I thought. - Put it back.

So you're calling yourself Lola?

Classy!

And that Arab kid earlier, is he your boyfriend?

That "Arab kid" has a name: Samir.

- Anyway, why do you give a shit? - I dunno.

Yeah, you're right, I don't give a shit.

You chose your life, do what you want.

You want to know who Samir is?

He's the guy who helped me when you kicked me out.

He got me into that shelter so I didn't end up on the street.

If I hadn't met him,

I don't know what I'd have done.

He's the strongest, coolest guy I know.

When his dad saw him with his boyfriend, he strangled him.

He nearly killed him.

So he just left home, with nothing.

That's who Samir is.

- Stop at the next gas station. - Why?

I have to go to the bathroom.

- What are you doing? - You gotta piss, don't you?