Stereo Girls (Les Immortelles)

If you don't believe in the infinite power of friendship,

this story isn't for you.

You're free to leave the theatre.

This story is only for people who take friendship seriously.

Now, open your heart, your ears and your eyes wide.

And let the story begin.

I started doing music with Liza.

We're friends since childhood.

Not any kind of friends.

I swear to protect you all my life and all my death.

I swear nothing will ever separate us.

I pronounce you united

by the sacred bonds of eternal friendship.

Spit.

At 17, we were psyched to discover the duo Les Rita Mitsouko.

STEREO GIRLS

Our duo didn't have a name yet.

But we were ready to conquer Paris.

Three, four.

I take you like the wave

Flowing on the shore

- I ripple... - Wait.

Wait till I play this.

I ripple and ramble

I burn, I'm not tame anymore

Three, four.

You are my fish man

I dream you take me to the bottom

Of the sea and in your arms

I melt away like an ice cube

You could sing "ice cube"...

Ice cube...

Go on... Ice cube...

Of the sea and in your arms

I melt away like an ice cube...

Great. Love it.

It was our final year

and we were glued to each other

non-stop.

To persist in being oneself...

Some non-self must become self.

And the incorporation happens...

through the nose and the mouth.

Still not sure if she sees anything.

She doesn't.

The affection is expressed

through the bodies' closeness.

When you love or cherish someone,

you want to kiss them,

you want to embrace them...

You want to hold them in your arms.

- To be oneself... - She's crazy.

Please, please note this down.

It's important.

To be oneself,

the self must create some non-self.

How can we produce self with non-self?

Through waste.

Our waste.

Urine is a waste?

Yes. What else?

Periods? That's a waste.

- You're a waste. - Of course. Absolutely.

Miss Coum, what about tears?

The human body produces all sorts of waste.

Waste resulting from our affects,

and our affects are disgust, fury,

or even sadness.

Liza?

Those affects triggering emotion create waste

such as tears, sweat...

- Even vomiting. - Look at the losers.

Our waste tell a lot about us.

- Miss Liza Collato... - What I am can be the source...

of what will trigger my disgust.

In childhood, it is crucial.

You don't just go to Paris and make music.

Yes, you can. She knew nobody when she got there...

The horrible thing is she met this violent guy.

He made her shoot porn movies.

- Stop it! - I swear.

We talked non-stop about Catherine Ringer,

what she'd endured until she'd met Fred Chichin.

We tried to understand what made their music and duo so powerful.

We talked about it for hours.

And we concluded she was some sort of semi-goddess.

But she was super hot.

We're also super hot. Are you kidding?

We're fucking amazons. You'll see.

We'll be a hit in Paris.

Look. Collato.

- He looked at me. Didn't he? - He did.

Don't ask me why she liked him.

I never got it.

On this front, our tastes were really

poles apart.

Wait.

- What? - Let's have a cig.

You think he wants to do her?

Clearly.

What a show-off!

- You have your black felt pen? - Yes.

FRANCE FOR FRENCH PEOPLE! THE NATIONAL PARTY

All bastards.

- He's scary. - He won't get through.

How do you know? Are you omniscient?

Yes. I can even tell you on what side your dick sits.

Go on.

- On the left. - How did you guess?

This summer I learnt their dick sits to one side.

There's a bump.

Oh no!

Stop it, I'll have a hard-on.

You don't have much anyway.

Him?

Left.

True.

Him?

Left?

That's it.

Always left? It sucks.

No!

Look at the old guy.

On the right.

That's right.

And him? Three balls but no dick.

A stump of a dick.

- He spotted us. - It's not nice.

- We're so mean. - It's fine.

Guys always look at our boobs.

True.

How about The Amazons?

No, last time you found something more fun.

Something that was...

- The Powdered Tits? - No. Not that.

- The Dirty Panties? - Yes. That's really funny.

The Dirty Panties is not serious enough.

The Amazons sounds beautiful and rebellious.

I could write a song with this title

and it would the title song.

But a title song called The Dirty Panties is catchier.

You're right.

We need to get down to it. And do a concert.

Charlotte, hang up and call her back later.

I'm coming.

You think he has a girlfriend?

- Who? - Collato.

I don't know. But it doesn't matter, does it?

Of course, it matters.

I don't want to wreck a couple.

You're not wrecking anything.

It's his problem, not yours.

- Charlotte! - Shit, my dad.

- Must go. - Take care.

I believe races are unequal. It's obvious.

History proves it.

Races don't have the same ability nor the same level of evolution...

- Enough. He's a nightmare. - I switch off.

We don't need to see him every night.

At least what he says is different.

It's true.

Each to their own opinion...

What did you say?

He has the right to express himself, like anyone else.

I'm not saying I agree.

I'm just saying it's not total bullshit.

Now I'm the one short of breath.

Don't be such sceptics.

Can I go to Paris immediately?

With what money will you be going to Paris?

Yours, dick.

Take your diploma, then we'll see about Paris.

You did nothing with yours.

- No, but I could have. - It's worse, you did nothing.

I brought you up.

You had kids with a loser.

I won't be insulted by a 17-year-old girl.

What will you do with your cash? Sit on it?

I won't be wasting it away

on an ungrateful and lazy brat.

Where are you going?

Enjoy your meal.

I hate him. I truly hate him.

He can't support Le Pen.

He's just a frustrated loser who didn't fulfil his dreams.

I don't care he ruined his life.

I won't pay for it.

I can't wait to go to Paris.

No?

Yes.

You don't want to go anymore?

I do, but I just don't know how we'll manage.

We'll do a flat share.

Everyone does that in Paris. We'll work. We'll manage.

Work isn't the issue, but...

My parents worked hard to pay for my studies

and to them, music is just a hobby.

Precisely. We'll prove them wrong.

Think of our home. When we have our own home.

It'll be great. Can't wait.