Necrologies (Nécrologies)

Want some help?

- You scared the shit out of me! - What the fuck are you doing here?

It's not what you think sir, I...

Have you heard about the respect of the dead?

Look, I just took a few pictures, I didn't want to annoy anyone, I'm sorry.

- Who allowed you to do that? - Well... the dead.

The dead! Come on, follow me!

Follow me! I'm gonna call the cops!

Come on! You can't run, the gate is closed.

Come on, follow me! Come on!

Please sir, I didn't do anything wrong.

What the hell were you doing there, really?

- I have a blog. - A what?

It's a web site, for horror films...

You know, Frankenstein, Dracula, Night of the living dead...

It's my passion, I mean... it makes me laugh...

It makes you laugh, right?

I mean... I don't believe in those things... It's not serious!

Death is serious! I made my life's work out of it!

Even my hobby! There! Wait...

Look at this...

Look, I too, I take pictures!

What is this thing?

This thing?

- My most precious property! - A family album?

Each and every one of these pictures represent a tomb...

Sometimes death stroke in a common way,

and sometimes... in a way...

There, this one...

You like supernatural stories...

You might like it. I called it...

"The Call Of Death."

Fuck!

What's up? You sound like shit!

I stayed a bit late with Ben and his friend...

I'm really tired...

We didn't see each other at all, is Ben's friend nice?

He's Okay...

And then we went to the Tikky,

I didn't have any signal there.

It's not the signal, Your cell phone is a piece of shit!

You got drunk while your boyfriend was out again?

Yeah...

I' don't know if I can work right now,

Anyway...

I was suppose to help you, when do we do that now?

Yeah, yeah, I'll tell you that another time.

Yeah, I think I'll take a nap.

You'll say that I'm being a pain again but what did you with Ben at the Tikky?

- Aren't you tired of messing things up? - What messing up?

Everybody knows that he fucks everything that moves!

I'm not stupid!

Come on! I need more than two or three drinks

and a hot guy to...

I need more to mess up

and I don't think...

- Fuck! - Hello?

No!

Come on!

You're working again?

- Hello? - Hi, Am I speaking to Dr Hardy?

Not at all you must have called a wrong number.

- Oh fine, excuse me then. - No problem, goodbye.

- Hello Jérôme? - No, it's not Jerôme

- I called you earlier. - Yeah yeah...

Forgive me for calling you back but I'm very sensitive to... voices.

I can't talk right now, I'm expecting a very important call.

It's just that your voice reminded me of something.

Maybe but I really can't talk.

I'm sorry but it's that you can trust only a few people nowadays

and you... your voice...

I don't know... I felt something special...

I'd like to do something for you but right now

is really not the time.

Speak to me a little maybe?

I must tell you: I'm blind.

And I have much trouble to connect with people.

Oh...

I'm very sorry for you,

I understand... it must be hard.

I feel so lonely,

and when I hear a voice like yours,

I get a little piece of hope in mankind again.

But...

You have nobody close to you?

Someone to talk to?

Well... She preferred a man who could see

who could see her. Could you stand a blind boyfriend?

Honestly... I don't know.

No marveled eyes when he sees you?

No allusion on your appearance? No consciousness of your beauty?

Yeah sure must be hard, right?

On the other side, there's over-sensibility to touch and smell...

A vanilla perfume... The touch of a curl of hair...

Anyway I talk to much... What about you? Do you have someone?

Yeah, well, it's complicated... I'm no good for relationships.

Yeah, you got to be two people to build a relationship.

I mean, he's always gone somewhere else and I...

- It's not easy... - He's working a lot?

Hmmmmmm...

- Yeah, he's always moving. - What about you?

I'm studying sociology, I'm finishing my thesis right now.

Okay.

I'm studying Russian women in the 1950's.

It doesn't sound very exciting,

but in fact it is very much.

Can I ask you a question?

- Of course... - Why did you change your perfume Elsa?

I loved the vanilla one, it made me crazy!

Leave me alone or I'll call the cops!

As you wish, I'll call Jérôme to talk a little.

No wait, how... How do you know?

You don't have to be blind to see nothing:

People can hide things to you.

- Who the fuck are you? - Someone who knows you well, Elsa,

Very well.

What are you talking about?

If you're pranking me, it's not funny at all.

I love the way you lie: "I need more to mess up..."

How did you hear that?

I'm no fool Elsa. I know every one of your tricks to seduce

- to seduce me... - Are you insane? I'm warning you!

You... you'll let me go,

- You'll be in trouble otherwise! - But it's you who let me into your life,

you drew me to you...

Look, I don't know how you heard my conversations but...

You let me smell you, cuddle your cheeks, you made me mad!

You sick fuck, let me go now or else

you'll have trouble, big trouble I tell you.

Or I'll be inside you soon, very soon...

Cops

- Please hold on... - I need help!

I'm close to you Elsa, very close...

- Jerôme? - Are you okay?

I'm glad to hear you!

There's a maniac trying to stalk me on the phone, it's horrible.

- What? - When do you come back home?

- Wait... - Elsa?

Hold on.

Elsa can you open to me please?

My hands are full!

But it's... but it's not...

You're not...

No it's not Jérôme.

Haven't you guessed?

You're holding me against you.

You're mine.

You're mine.

Elsa?

Elsa!

You're kidding me? Killed by her phone!

- Have you seen the body? - No!

I did!

I can tell you it wasn't a pretty sight!

No, no, wait, wait! Don't you have more stories to tell?

Alright!

Then...

Oh this one! Yes! This one!

What happen to this person is quite unusual!

I called it...

"The Beast."

Fuck!

Hey!

Hey!

Asshole!

Help me!

What happened to you?

Can you walk?

- Hurry up! - What is going on?

We have to go now!

Get outta here!

What do you want?

You stay away from this! Get outta here.

What do you want from this woman? Can't you see she's hurt!

You have no idea what you're talking about!

I don't know what he wants, he's insane!

- Listen there must be... - Shut the fuck up!

You got three seconds to move your ass!

On three, I'll shoot!

Believe me, buddy. It's for your own good!

So please, get the fuck out!

- 1... - Stop!

2...

You moron!

You're proud of yourself?

I should have blown your head off!

- What is going on? - Still didn't get it?

- What? - The girl you keep safe

she...

Sir?

Sir?

Laura?

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck!

Fucking pests!

You mean that

this monster's body

is buried in your graveyard?