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You're 18, that's young for this operation.

I've thought it over.

You thought it over as a teenager.

I'm 18 now, I'm legally allowed to decide for myself.

Right, but ethically, it's complicated for me.

In that case, I'll go elsewhere.

We could try out some cups first.

- And then we'll see. - We'll try out some cups.

Then you'll think it over, and come back in 2 months.

For the thousandth time, but ok.

Right. This one's a bit big.

I think so.

A bit too big.

- Is this one smaller? - Considerably smaller.

Right, ok.

Funny.

I see.

This is too big, but this is good.

Try with the dress.

Definitely.

If you need small breasts for another role, you can't go back.

I want to enlarge my breasts no matter what.

It'll help me for this role, but...

A month is not enough time.

You won't be ready, even if I operate next week.

Not ready?

You'll be in pain.

I don't mind.

You need time for the breasts to heal.

You have to rest and recover.

I'll have a bra for the audition.

They won't see the scars, it'll be fine.

That's not the problem.

From an ethical standpoint, I can't operate urgently.

- Why not? - It wouldn't be ethical.

There are rules in surgery.

I don't have the right.

Even if I sign a paper?

Sign whatever you like, I can't operate urgently.

Not for implants.

We can meet again in 2 weeks and set a date,

but I can't guarantee you'll recover in time.

So that's a definite no?

In terms of timing, that's a no.

If I did it in Tunisia or Brazil, could you...

I have no references, and I don't recommend it.

Arms at your side.

The breast ring has to be out.

Ok.

Everything looks fine.

I'll draw the possible incision marks.

The first is under the areola.

And the second is under the breast.

Which do you recommend?

I recommend the areola.

It won't show us much.

Go take a look in the mirror.

As a man, which do you like best?

What I like best is the areola.

Why?

It barely shows. It disappears over time.

Yeah?

Feeling ready?

Did you sleep well?

- Not too nervous? - I'm ok.

Any questions?

- No. - You're a bit nervous.

- I'm fine. - Good.

Still no questions?

I'm marking off the boundaries

of the dissection zone.

I'll write the implant sizes.

This one, 310.

To correct the asymmetry problem.

And here, 260.

Damn you, grandma!

- Don't move. - We surrender.

You're surrounded.

- See you Wednesday. - Yep.

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August was the hottest month on the planet

since records began in 1880.

The 16th hottest month in a row,

also a record.

Extreme weather is on the rise.

Droughts start earlier and last longer.

In the South of France, here in red,

rainfall is 5 times below average.

Hello.

Sorry to bother you. May I talk to you?

I'm not selling anything.

It's more spiritual.

Do you have a few minutes?

- Sure. - Thank you.

Thank you.

So, I'd like...

to talk to you about something.

I don't know if you follow the news,

but you probably know the world's a mess.

Violence and solitude are on the rise.

The economic system is running out of steam.

I belong to a group. We believe the end is near.

But we don't despair, quite the opposite.

We believe, from the ashes of the old world,

the foundations of a new era will be built.

It's up to us to build it together.

I'd like to invite you to our meeting tonight.

You can talk with no fear of being judged or ridiculed.

You're free to leave anytime. No obligations.

- May I ask you some questions? - Yes.

- Do you live alone? - Yes.

You've never been married?

I have.

But he's gone.

He died several years ago.

I see. I'm sorry.

I'll leave this...

for you.

Thank you.

I came to France

in 1999.

I was 18.

A friend of mine had signed me up to a matchmaking website

for French men seeking women from Vietnam,

Thailand or the Philippines.

Laurent saw me there.

He was twice my age.

But I liked his picture.

I wish I'd had a child with him.

But he already had a child from a previous marriage.

And several years before he died,

he became a grandfather.

His name is Sebastien.

Sebastien spends every Wednesday with me.

He arrives in the morning,

and in the evening I take him to the bus stop.

Laurent left me the apartment.

I'm the owner now.

He left a little money too.

So I don't need to work.

But during the day, I don't know what to do.

I wait for time to pass.

Naturally, I've considered going back there.

But I hardly know anyone anymore.

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Each of us is free to join

or leave the group.

It's not a sect.

I'm not a guru,

I'm merely chairing the meeting tonight.

We see in three dimensions.

But who says there aren't more?

More than the colors in the rainbow.

Who says there are no other forms of life?

Our eyes cannot gaze at the sun.

Our visual spectrum is fairly limited.

And as the Pope said in reference to extraterrestrials,

"How harshly we judged he who believed America existed

before it was discovered."

So, naturally,

the charlatans,

the dream merchants

who exploit the gullibility of others,

made me wary.

And then,

something happened.

I lost someone.

Someone important.

And in my grief,

I developed a hypersensitivity

that allows me to see things others don't see.

On the count of three,

your eyes will be glued shut.

One... your eyelids are sealed.

Two... your eyelids are welded together.

Three... you can't open your eyes.

You want to but you can't.

Now I want you to raise your right arm

out in front of you.

Now it's completely rigid.

Hard like concrete.

Like an iron rod, indestructible.

Perfect.

Breathe deeply, in and out. You're comfortable.

You're relaxed.

You feel good.

Now your arm will go down

and come to rest alongside your body.

Good.

Now, I'm going to ask you

to stiffen your shoulders.

Your shoulders are glued to your body.

Your elbows are attached to your body.

Your hands are welded

to your legs.

You're totally solid. Your spine is an iron rod,