- Welcome. - Thank you.
This is Miss Harberg's suite.
The bedroom is on your right.
On your left, you have the living room with a direct access to the terrace,
and the beautiful view of Paris.
- This is a living room? - Yes, it is.
Very nice.
This is the bathroom that opens into the living room?
Yes, it does.
Honestly, Carla, it's small...
and Mira's not gonna be happy.
It's not small. It's more Parisian, and, and charming, and, and, and cozy.
This is no big production. We can't afford The Plaza.
- That was clear from the start. - And Zelda approved of it?
Well, she didn't reply, but we assumed it was fine.
Okay, well, I'm gonna call Zelda and figure something out.
Hello?
Hey, she's gonna freak out when she sees this room.
I mean, it's nice, but it's a fucking junior suite.
I told her not to get involved with those people. What else can I do?
You told her that? That's insane.
This is exactly the part she's been dying to play.
Who do you think you're talking to? Your job is to book flights,
to keep her entertained, and to make sure she sees emails
that would end up in her spam folder,
and I don't think you have the brain to do that job,
so let's not start thinking you have the capacity to do mine.
Part of your job is to keep her happy, and she hasn't been for a while, so.
She has no reason to complain. "Doomsday" is a massive hit!
Time to cash in.
That's so not her.
Yeah, it's me, and as far as I know, she takes advice from her agent,
so thank you for your insights, but let's keep the decision-making to the adults.
Okay, quiet during the make-up test.
If you come close... to the camera.
Tighter.
It's a very tight closeup.
Even tighter.
Yes.
If you walk around now, I'd like to see how the light plays on the catsuit.
Look at us.
I lost you.
Okay.
Again, a bit closer.
And cut. One last picture and I'm done.
Great.
Sorry.
- Okay, perfect. Is it the last look? - Yeah, we're good.
That's okay.
- Great. - Yeah, it's okay.
- The style is almost like Musidora. - Yeah.
Right, let's take off your hood. I'll walk you to your dressing room.
Great, yeah, it's getting hot.
It's a nice hotel, but we really had to twist their arm to get a decent suite.
Well, you're in Europe. They have a culture of saving on whatever they can.
It's a TV show.
It's not some... indie feature.
- Zelda wants you to call her back. - I will tomorrow.
Please, she's already called you, like, three times.
Heard they're shutting down your show.
Why would they do that?
Can't get René insured.
Anybody can get insured.
Yeah... if you pay.
And they're asking for a shitload.
Pack your bags, and get the hell out of there, okay? This is bad news.
Well, no one here seems to know.
They know it. They're just not telling you.
Okay, you have five minutes?
No. I wanna take off my makeup and get going.
I want to discuss the "Silver Surfer" sequel.
Yes, and we've already discussed it.
- They want you. - Yeah, but it's a boring part.
- I'm tired of being the girlfriend. - Listen.
Here's the twist... it's a reboot.
Okay? Silver Surfer dies, and the girlfriend takes over.
This is exactly what people want right now.
High-concept, feminist, lady-led superhero movie.
All right? They are gonna go nuts over this.
Are you serious? You want me to play the Silver Surfer?
She wants me to play the Silver Surfer.
Yeah, I sure do. I would even pay to see it.
And they're ready to write you a blank check.
- Who's directing? - A hot new British filmmaker.
He directed Grimes' videos. His name escapes me.
Babe... "Irma Vep" is not happening.
All right? Don't worry, I'll make sure they pay you out,
but get over it.
Mr. Vidal. Please come in.
- Have a seat. - Thanks, Doctor.
So, how are you doing?
I'm fine, I'm fine. Very relaxed. Thank you.
Correct me if I'm wrong. Your insurer has opted out of insuring you.
That's correct.
Which is why your producers contacted another insurer
who wants a second diagnosis.
- Yes. - They told me you take mood stalizers.
- That's correct. - Why is that? Any particular reason?
Minor issues. I mean, I... actually... I can't stand people.
More precisely, I can't stand interactions with people.
I have panic attacks.
- But that's behind you now. - I wouldn't put it that way.
- I tolerate them. - Meaning you control your impulses?
- I prefer to avoid people. - But you make movies, so you can't.
Very true. Listen, I'm aware... that this is a problem...
It is indeed. What's the solution?
The drugs help.
The insurers are worried. You can't blame them.
- Do you think I should finish this film? - If I may, it's a series.
No. It's not a series because I don't do series.
According to your file, there are eight episodes. Isn't that a series?
Not at all. It's a film, admittedly a bit long, divided into eight pieces.
But personally, I don't do series. I make film.
- If you say so. - Am I mentally fit for the job?
I think you are.
You. Do you think it's artistically a good thing?
- That you do it? - Yes.
I'm only a doctor. It's not for me to say.
- Do you come here a lot? - I haven't been here for ages.
There's a seat over there.
I spoke to my agent. She said they're shutting us down.
- Absolutely not. - You sure?
What would you like to drink? Do you want a beer?
Thanks.
Miss, two pints, please.
Well, they found another insurer who's covering René with no extra cost.
But you want me to be honest? I think they should shut us down.
- Why do you say that? - Because René is nuts.
Yeah, I've heard, but, you know, based on my experience,
I think... he's nuts in a good way.
Yeah, I love him very much...
Well, most of the time, but he can be scary nuts.
Well, no offense meant, but... you're something of a kook, too.
I'm wardrobe. Who cares if I have a screw loose?
- So, the show is happening? - It is.
So, I'm not going back to LA?
- Did you want to go back to LA? - No. Not really.
Because you broke up with Laurie?
No.
If you go back to LA, you'll end up seeing her again.
Not if I can avoid it.
- Do you trust yourself? - No.
I trusted Laurie, though.
I opened up, I let her in.
She chose to take advantage of it.
But it was great.
It was great, so great... before it went toxic.
Anyway, she helped me out of this relationship with my ex, Eamonn,
that was going nowhere.
I wouldn't have done it on my own, so... I should be grateful.
I thought you and Eamonn were madly in love.
We had...
two good years, and... the third year was hell.
That's not at all what he told the media.
Well, Eamonn rewrites the story.
Well, you dumped a megastar for your assistant.
- He felt humiliated. - Or angry.
A lot of people got angry on social media.
You know what? You're not supposed to date your employee.
They loved it when Laurie turned the tables on me.
They felt vindicated, and they made sure I knew.
What about you?
How did you feel?
The wild thing is...
that it turned me on.
So, you prefer chaos in Paris to loneliness in LA?
You know what? I have no fucking idea.
Follow that car. Go, go!
Mister Philippe Guérande.
You're not the Count of Noirmoutier, you're the Grand Vampire.
You fell into our trap.
- Now it's time to pay the price! - Let me go!
- Go, go, go!
Come midnight, you will be sentenced by the Vampire's Grand Inquisitor.
And you will be executed at dawn before the Dark Committee.
To punish you for meddling, the dancer, Marfa Koutiloff,
has been poisoned.
- She's dead. - Bullshit! René!
We need a scene to showcase Philippe's grief.
Marfa was his great love.
Her death has increased his motivation to hunt the Vampires!
We get that, we don't need a scene!
It makes no sense without it!
I'll be the judge of that. On this set, I'm in charge!
I need my motivation!
Edmond! The next time you say... Don't touch me!
You're all pissing me off!
The next time you say "motivation," I'll strangle you! With my bare hands!
What?
- There! - But you're choking me!
- Let me see your look! - I stuck my fingers in his nose.
Sorry, I... I think of Musidora.
She was perfection. I just feel like a cheap imitation.
No, there's nothing cheap about what you're doing, Mira.
- You almost have it. - It's not the way it feels.
Let yourself go. Don't focus on the step.
Yeah, that's what I'm trying to do, but it just feels stiff.
No, you're pretty close. But don't lose the pace.
Yeah.
Look.
When you do this movement... you have to stretch,
and feel your foot until the end. Yeah, okay?
And then you come here, and stretch your body very high, yes.
And shoulder, and suddenly... turn.
- It's always the turn. - Don't worry, Mira. It's okay.
Don't worry.
Let's do it one more time just to make sure we hit all the marks.
And remember, you're not dancing for an audience,
you're dancing for the camera.
Sure.
The moves that feel bizarre can be good on-screen.
But acting is like choreography. It has to feel right, it can't be forced.
- Let's do it one more time. - Right, first, yeah.
We've got it.
Where did that come from?
- I don't know. - Really?
I don't know. It felt bizarre... so I went for it.
- Maybe I thought of vampires. - You're crazy!
- Great. - Okay.
- You're a Vampire. - Yes.
- But Philippe Guerande saved your life. - Yes.
- Right? - Right.
And you want to help him out.
- So I volunteer to be his jailor. - Exactly.
And when the Grand Inquisitor comes, you help Philippe capture him.
You see.
- So that's why I run away with him? - Exactly.
Okay, it wasn't clear at first. I didn't have time to read it all.
I am the Vampire's Grand Inquisitor.
Now it's time to administer justice.
Let me go, let me go!
You will pay for this!
The Vampires' secrets.
I swear, I will avenge Marfa's death.
I will know no peace
until the evil network of The Vampires has been destroyed.
The Grand Vampire and his nefarious accomplices will pay for their crimes.
- Cut! Cut, cut! - We've cut.
- Edmond. - What?
I've told you a million times to stop on your mark.
- Do I have to sing it to you? - If Jules stops I have to stop.
- I stopped on my mark. - Where's your mark?
- Right here. - That's not your mark!
- You showed me this log. - I never showed you a log!
If you stop at this log, the whole shot is fucked!
I think he's right. You showed him this log.
- That's what I'm saying. - Exactly.
- No, nonsense! - Stop.
No more log! All gone! What, Edmond? What's so funny?
I see you laughing. What's making you laugh?
- Do you realize... - I don't smile.
That you just fucked up a very complicated pan shot.
A beautiful shot. Magnificent. That makes you happy?
No, I totally agree. Nothing's funny.
I'll never work with René again.
- I thought you were friends. - It's dead and buried.
- Did something happen? - We got in another fight.
Still? How did that happen?
He hit me on the head with his monitor. Still hurts.
Yes.
Luckily, I got him to cut Philippe's mother.
What's that about?
In Feuillade's version, Philippe lives with his mother.
- She makes him herbal tea at bedtime. - Okay.
I won't be patronized like that.
- Gotta go. Car is waiting downstairs. - Okay.
Bye.
- Have a good day. - Be patient. You're far from finished.
Hey!
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Must have been a long trip.
- Three days. - Where were you?
North of Finland. Sodankyla.
So, Gottfried, what were you doing in Sodankyla?
They have a film festival. I was on the jury. Aki is a friend of mine.
Why not fly?
I don't fly.
Fear of flying?
Anything that flies has to be evil.
Okay.
You can just sit on the bench if you want.
Driver was supposed to be here.
Can, can I trust you?
- Yeah, sure. - It's hard to say.
- I'm a bit embarrassed. - No, please, don't be.
- Don't worry. - I don't know how to put it.
Yeah, but I've heard a lot. It's part of the job.
Really, don't be embarrassed.
I'll be honest. I have an... addiction issue.
Well, happens to the best of us.
Crack.
Crack?
Okay... And?
I saw customs officers between Gothenburg and Hamburg,
and I... I freaked out.
I flushed my stash down the toilet.
It turns out they were just Swedish soldiers on leave.
- Be careful. - Yeah.
Can you just get in, please, Gottfried.
I don't know if you have ever had problems with rocks.
Nope, never.
I've actually never tried crack.
- No? - No.
Don't believe what they say.
It doesn't fry your brain. Not entirely, I mean.
But the addiction is mean.
I've heard it's, kind of, overwhelming.
Overwhelming, exactly.
I've been... off crack for a full 24 hours.
Oh, great! That's the first step.
Now we have a couple of days left to get clean before we start shooting.
You'll be all right.
Carla, right? That's your name?
- Yeah. - Carla, I never acted clean.
You have to score me some.
Or else I'll throw myself out of the window.
Hello.
Careful with the suitcase, it's a bit defective. Thanks.
Hello, we should have a reservation for Mr. von Schack, under "Mystery Movie."
- Of course, let me check. - Thank you.
Here... Can I have your photo ID, please?
- And a credit card for incidentals? - Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
- How can I help you? - Can we talk over there? Thanks.
Actually, this is a bit delicate. Mr. von Schack is a very famous actor.
Mainly theater, in Germany. Unfortunately, he suffers from vertigo.
He must imperatively have a room on the ground floor.
It'd be easier if...
He must have a room on the ground floor. It's imperative.
- I was an extra on "Emily in Paris." - Their catering was yummy.
Makes such a difference.
You called me?
Yes.
We have a problem. You need to talk to the extras.
About what?
You know very well, I told you. If they dance, they want to be paid as dancers.
No choreography, no dancers. It's a nightclub.
They'll improvise. What's the problem?
Don't explain that to me, explain it to them.
So, Gregory... No one told us we'd be dancing.
If we dance, it's not the same pay.
We weren't told about the 6 a.m. call time either.
- You gave them a 6.am. call? - Yes.
It was on the call sheet.
I can't fit them all at once. I asked for more assistants, you said no.
I had to adapt.
Next time, before you adapt, ask my opinion.
I break my back to smooth things over for you.
I fight like hell to spare you René's tantrums.
- And all I get is criticism. No kudos? - Let me deal with René!
Do you know how hard it is to find these period clothes? Do you know?
My friend and ex-assistant Anissa has double my budget on a sitcom.
And she gets her clothes from the local department store.
Go do sitcoms, if you prefer. We've discussed this.
And we will again. Because I'm not being treated fairly.
If I were a complete stranger, you wouldn't talk to me like this.
I just want a little respect. A little respect. I want...
A little respect. No one respects me here.
Of course we do! We'll discuss this tonight.
Just let me deal with a few, more pressing matters first.
I'm so sorry about the pictures.
- French paparazzi. - What pictures?
A French site ran a picture of you and Regina shopping.
So what's wrong with shopping with Regina?
They are all looking for the new girlfriend.
She's young, cool, she fits the part, makes good story.
If they want Regina, let them have Regina.
- I don't recall anyone asking me. - You know it's part of the job.
That may be, but I don't enjoy it.
I don't want people to think we're dating.
She's right. It's unfair to both of you.
Michelle... I'm used to this stuff. It's been my life for years now.
Okay, gotta go.
- Bye. - Bye. Bye-bye.
- Is she done? - Yeah, she just hung up. Come in.
- Are you okay? - Jesus Christ... Yeah.
- So... how do you feel? - Nervous.
This is Irma Vep at her most iconic,
and they want me to get it right on my first day.
You'll kill it.
Quite the challenge, though.
I got rid of the black veil for the blouse,
made it more similar to Musidora's.
The original was perfect, so.
And what about the lighter fabric for the dress?
Easier for the choreography.
Great.
- Mind if I smoke? - No, of course not.
Could you do the belt?
Let's see.
- What do you think? - Yeah, it's good. Love it.
Regina, can you show me the scene again?
I think I'm gonna make a few pictures for René.
Make sure that he likes it.
Regina, please, can you step out?
Regina!
- Sorry. - Go away.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I love it, and I love, I love, I love you.
I have to show the pictures to René.
Yes. We discussed this, many times, over the years...
I understand your question. I'm not trying to avoid it.
I've been working on it.
So, why am I fixated on catsuits?
Leather in particular? Well...
To be honest, I have no answer.
There may not be an answer. If you can live with it, why worry?
Why... is my sex life so troubled?
I'm sure the key is in there.
How far back does it go?
As a teenager,
I was obsessed with... Diana Rigg,
the actress from The Avengers.
Did you pleasure yourself thinking about her?
It wasn't exactly Diana Rigg. Her character was called Emma Peel.
And she did wear leather catsuits and boots.
Did the catsuit and boots have an effect on you?
- Yes! Yes, yes. - There were scenes...
When she was abducted, when she was tied up...
- You had fantasies? - Yes.
And you would masturbate?
I have the greatest respect for Diana Rigg. She died recently.
I thought she was an exceptional actress.
It wasn't so much Diana Rigg. The fantasy was more about her character.
And those fantasies were the basis for your auto-erotic activities.
- Yes, that's exactly it. - Well, thank you.
We'll pursue this topic next week. I think it's worth exploring a bit further.
Yes.
But it's too heavy to have an extra wear it all day.
We'll save it for the cabaret.
This is the kind we need more of.
- Hi. - Hi, how are you?
- Fine. Can we talk? - Sure, two seconds.
A tulle like this is exactly what we need for the foreground.
- Can we talk? - Yes, you can talk.
- In the office. - In the office?
Yes.
I'm so hot.
You know Gottfried von Schack, the German actor who plays Moreno?
- Yes, of course I know him. - Anyway. Super nice guy.
I picked him up earlier at the train station.
He's exhausted. He just got back from northern Finland.
The thing is, beyond his exhaustion, he's... out of crack.
- Yeah. - No?
- Yeah, I know. - Shit!
Yes. Yeah. For real. I reacted like you at first.
I was thinking, like... wow. But then I remembered...
that you have connections, so maybe you could handle this matter.
This little situation.
- Over my dead body! - Why not?
- Over my dead body! - Yes.
It's illegal, and very dangerous.
- You did it for Corey. - Sure, but that was weed.
Everyone smokes. Worst case, you get fined. But this? No way!
If he doesn't get crack, he won't act. This is a serious problem, it's no joke.
I'll be downstairs in one minute.
10 grams. Should last a week.
- Risk free, you swear? - Pure as it gets.
Put it in your pipe and smoke it.
I told you it's not for me.
Yeah? And last time?
Last time? Yes, that was for me. Me and a girlfriend. Who has since dumped me.
Late of course.
Thank you for letting me share your ride.
Yeah, you're welcome.
- It's been a really hard week. - You should be more patient.
You have no idea how much I've been stretching my patience.
I think René is right. I like Philippe's mother. I miss her.
You should bring her back.
No, if he even tries to bring her back, I'm done. I'm out of here.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah.
I don't want it to be embarrassing, though.
But, you know, sometimes, there's stuff online that you can't avoid.
Yeah, are you talking about Laurie's Instagram?
Those old photos she posted last night.
Yeah... Pretty hot, right?
I guess she saw the paparazzi shot of you and Regina.
You're... okay with that?
No, I'm not, but I guess it's part of the job.
- Meaning part of being famous? - Part of... wanting fame.
You make a deal when you crave that.
You get fame, and...
give a piece of yourself in exchange.
- Like what? - Like embarrassing photos.
Like outrageous behavior.
Like sharing your privacy.
Yeah.
The skirt, maybe it should be a little tighter.
I haven't hemmed it up yet.
I am angry with Laurie, but... that's real life.
Our life.
And the games she wants to play on the fuckin' internet
are the least of my concerns.
She praises Herman to no end, like he's changed her life.
I know... Gross.
What was it like working with him?
He's a pro.
He loves doing what he does, and he's a good guy,
but I wouldn't pay to see a movie of his.
Are we really talking about Herman now?
Was it your first time with a girl?
Yeah.
And it left you a little bit confused.
I guess so.
Are you done? They're waiting for you on set.
I'm sorry. I had no idea you guys were waiting.
- Zoė, you didn't tell her? - I don't work under pressure.
Seriously? She got out of makeup an hour ago.
I won't rush my work to suit your petty bureaucracy.
What do you mean by petty bureaucracy?
Scientific call sheets, rigid schedules.
So sorry, but I don't work that way.
Inspiration cannot be scheduled. Ask any artist.
If you don't mind, we'll discuss this later.
We're running very late. Are you flying too high to get that?
Guys, no need to argue. We did a good job, and I'm... happy.
Let's get going.
What are we starting with?
Irma Vep has been hired as a maid at Philippe Guérande's place,
and she wants to get the red codebook back.
I meant the Grand Inquisitor's codebook with all the secrets of the Vampires.
That never made sense to me.
Why would the Vampires be so dumb
as to write down all their secrets in a notebook?
I have no idea.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
No worries. We, we had stuff to fine-tune.
So, this is Philippe's bedroom, and you'll open this window.
Look. And then through here, she will let the Vampire in.
And...
And the Vampire will search this desk for the red codebook.
Can I ask you something?
I'm here to help.
Yeah, I just need a little clarification.
Do you want a coffee?
- Yes. - Okay, come.
So... you know, if I were a Vampire...
I don't know if I would write down all my secrets.
Or I would keep them in a safe, or...
But what do you do with your passwords?
I write them down.
- So, are, are they in a safe? - Who has a safe?
- See? - I know... Okay, get your point.
So...
Let's make sure I got this right.
She's gonna spike Philippe's herbal tea with a sedative.
Yeah. Yeah, like, like, this.
He will be in a deep sleep when the Vampires come in.
Yeah, and then she's gonna steal the red notebook.
The red codebook, yeah.
And, and the whole plan depends on Philippe drinking herbal tea
before he sleeps.
Yeah, yeah. It's his habit.
Detox?
No... It was a joke. Sorry.
Okay, so... And, and also...
Who hired Irma Vep to be his maid?
Actually... his mother did.
Is she still in the film? I thought you were getting rid of her.
What I promised Edmond to get him off my back,
but truth is I kept her.
So, Philippe lives with his mother.
Cool.
- And she's here. Come, come. - Yeah.
Marie-Rose. Marie.
Marie-Rose, I want to introduce you to Mira Harberg.
- So nice to meet you. - Marie-Rose Germon.
- She's a grand dame of French stage. - We're ready to shoot.
- So are we? - See you in a bit.
- See you later. Bye. - See you later. Bye.
We're shooting! Positions, please!
Is Edmond aware that Philippe's mother is back?
I haven't told him yet. It's a kind of surprise.
- Can't wait to see his reaction. - I guess he will have to adapt.
Excuse me. This is the poison.
René, whenever you want.
Are you ready?
Action.
Cut!
- We've cut! - It's not it, it's...
There's some improvement, but... We are getting a bit closer.
Mira, can you make it a bit more real?
But she knows the bullets are blanks. She reloaded it herself.
Yeah, yeah, but... She still should do a better job pretending, you know?
I thought I did a good job.
It was fake. The way you stepped over the railing, there is no sense of danger.
- We're going for another take, please! - And what kind of journalist is Philippe?
- Ready to kill two unarmed burglars? - Self-defense. You tried to poison me.
- Yeah, no jury would ever buy that. - Maybe not today, but we are in 1916.
Yes, but our audience is a century later.
Don't worry. They will get it. It's Feuillade's crazy plot.
Okay.
I agree with Mira. They'll never buy it.
- Listen... Audiences are not morons. - And I am?
That's not what I meant, Edmond. Let's go.
I hear you wrote Philippe's mother back into the script.
- That's true. - Without telling me.
- That's correct. - She hires Irma Vep as a maid?
Yes.
Ludicrous. My character will look lame again.
No. Edmond... Trust me.
Trust me!
- What choice do I have? - Let's go. Action!
- Thank you. - Positions, please.