They talk while eating, but luca has his head in the clouds, lost in his thoughts. The governess, a sicilian-looking woman about 50 years old, moves around the kitchen serving them. Father (to his older son) How is your internship going at Il Corriere? Noah Ok, but i’m not so sure i still want to be a journalist. It’s not turning out to be exactly what i expected… Father (raising his voice a little) Noah, do you realize what i had to do so that you could have this internship? Especially considering your college results! Noah the internship and then i’ll see. In any case, it will have been an experience… Father You know, it’s not one’s education that makes one happy. Not any more than one’s freedom, anyway. One does not become happy because one believes one is free, when that is the case. Nor because one has been well-raised – when that is true. It is rather because education makes one aware of the fact that one is happy. It widens our horizons and gives us the ability to appreciate what one has...
next to a pretty young blond pregnant angel. Her wings cover her bare torso, and she caresses her round belly. Behind them, young gymnasts, ballet dancers, and capoierists are working out. A classical bolchoi-esque ballerina, wearing a tutu and point shoes, enters the room and approaches god. She performs 2 pirouettes before bowing in front of her. Bolchoi ballerina Lord, your husband sent me to tell you that he has engaged himself as a waiter in the restaurant where malia should be dining this evening. God (sitting up straight, irritated) What? Bring him to me, immediately. If i’ve told him once i’ve told him a 1000 times not to meddle! Like he did for farah fawcett after charlie’s angels! The young dancer bows her head and leaves. God (to herself) Here we go, my hernia is acting up again. Great! Now i’m pissed off. A man in his 40’s dressed like elvis, very kitsch, enters the room and goes to kiss god on the forehead. God’s husband (unctuous) My sweetest darling, calm down. Everything will i understand perfectly, and i will be at my best!
Noah (surprised by his father’s tirade) I know dad, you already told me.
God (surprised) You don’t intend to go dressed like that, i hope!
A moment of silence. Mother (to luca, without much conviction) And you, luca, how is school going? Luca (coming back down to earth) It’s all right.
God’s husband What? Well, i hadn’t thought about it… would you prefer that i wear my electric blue suit? God (annoyed) Go on, get out! You get on my nerves. I’ve had enough of you.
024 int - day – photo development store Dressed very chic (gucci, prada, etc), julie enters a photo development store. The young man behind the counter (young student, acne, still going through puberty) breaks into an exaggerated smile upon seeing her. Young man Hello! Julie I’ve come to pick up my photos, but i’ve lost my ticket. Is that a problem? Young man No, i remember you. Just tell me your last name again. Julie Gainsbourg. He bends over to search for her photo envelope in the big drawer behind him. Young man (while searching for her photos) Like the poet? Pretty cool name! Julie Thank you. Young man Here you go! He stands up and returns to the counter. A couple in their 60’s, dressed very chic, enter the boutique. They stand behind julie and patiently wait their turn. All smiles, the young clerk opens the envelope to verify that he has the right photos. He takes them out and spreads them out on the counter. Then, his smile disappears and he becomes pale. Young man
His response seems to satisfy his mother and God’s husband leaves, disappointed. plates in silence. Mother (to the governess) Paola, make me a coffee. I’ll be in the living room. Paola Very well, madame. The mother gets up from the table and moves towards the living room. Paola begins the coffee. 021 int - evening – living room in luca’s apartment (linking scene) Luca’s mother sits on the huge living room sofa and turns on the tv by remote control. A small cloud of blue smoke forms near the sofa and a beautiful young black woman, bald, waves her hands in front of the mother’s face who quickly loses consciousness.
She grabs a bottle of scotch next to her and serves herself a glass. She looks from the bottle to the glass. She chooses the bottle and drinks from it directly. Then she claps her hands together 2 times.
The photos show julie in tube socks and a leopard g-string, with traces of lipstick on her face, in various sexy positions, with 3 beautiful mulatto men, as athletic as they are sublime. Next to them, on a low table, is a large transparent plastic bag with what looks like a large quantity of marijuana. The older man leans his head over julie’s shoulder to get a better view of the photos, but his wife pulls him back by the arm, offended.
God I want to be entertained!
Julie (not so embarrassed) Oops…
3 young rappers in their 20’s, dressed vintage style, full of energy, present themselves in front of god. Upon seeing them, she smiles again and drops back into her armchair. The guardian angel, disenchanted, frowns his eyebrows and leaves. A funky music begins playing and the young boys begin dancing hip-hop for god who is “in heaven.” Saturation
The young man puts the photos back into the envelope and looks at the price to enter it into the cash register.
God (irritated) Now why don’t i have the right to divorce him?!
THE IMAGE BECOMES BLURRY. CROSS FADE, RETURN TO THE SCENE WITH julie and malia in the
restaurant: 023 b) int – night – restaurant
023 a) int - night – brasserie turns around and paola drops her tray. Flight attendant (surprised, at paola) You can see me?! Paola Yes, and if you don’t disappear immediately, i’ll reduce you to dust. and paola picks up the tray. Saturation
Malia is bent over laughing. Malia and julie are dining in a parisian brasserie. They are seated facing each other at a table for 4. Malia I hope you brought photos from your vacation in jamaica!? Julie Actually, speaking about photos, i completely screwed that one up…
022 int - night – brothel near pigalle
Malia Oh really, how?
In an former erotic theatre-style brothel at pigalle, god is lounging in an old red velvet sofa. The guardian angel is seated at his feet, legs crossed,
THE IMAGES BECOMES BLURRY, CROSS FADING WITH THE SCENE THAT JULIE IS DESCRIBING WHICH TAKES OVER THE SCREEN.
Julie I don’t have to tell you what my reputation is in the neighborhood now! Can you imagine if it had been clement who went to pick up the photos?!! Malia Face it, girl! You adore sex and you went on married a limpdick. It can work… but it isn’t so smart to take photos!!! Julie I can’t help it if i’m an exhibitionist and clement needs to turn off the lights to take off his underwear!!