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FESTIVAL DE CANNES 2020

PASSION SIMPLE de Danielle Arbid

GARÇON CHIFFON de Nicolas Maury

NADIA, BUTTERFLY de Pascal Plante

L’ORIGINE DU MONDE de Laurent Lafitte

UN MÉDECIN DE NUIT de Elie Wajeman

LES CHOSES QU’ON DIT, LES CHOSES QU’ON FAIT de Emmanuel Mouret

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Here’s a photo taken just after our wedding... So many souvenirs...

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9) Epilogue

“And then what?” you must ask, dear reader. I can’t remember precisely the following days. It’s all very confused in my mind. I know we tried to catch Raphaël, but the coward had already escaped with his private yacht to some secret and mysterious island. Emmanuel showed me the region of Marseille, from the rocky inlets to the hidden gardens. He was kind, funny, sometimes clumsy, but always thoughtful. We got along very well.

In fact, we got along so well that we decided to stay together. I couldn’t imagine falling in love again, especially after that terrible divorce of mine, but life is full of surprises! We got married during the next summer in Marseille. It was a small and lovely wedding.  

Since that day, I live between the north and the south, between my Parisian routine of my famous husband from Marseille. I often think emotionally of the day at the airport when I boarded on a plane to my new city. Whenever I find myself in a tricky position, I remember that moment and tell myself that life has beautiful plans for us, even if the paths might sometimes appear arid. That would be my advice for you, who read my story so far: take your own pink suitcase, don’t look back and travel the world. I promise you it is full of wonderful things waiting for you !

With love

Nicole Mouret

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8) The explanation

“I really don’t want to bother you with my problems, you already helped me so much”.

I was sitting on a sunny terrace, on the Vieux Port of Marseille, drinking a pastis. In front of me, I could see the exact copy of Raphaël. But something in his look was completely different. He was full of kindness, ingenuousness. I was very disturbed. I took a large sip of my pastis.

“Emmanuel, please, don’t be uncomfortable. I’m very confused, I would really like some explanation.”

He looked at me deeply in the eyes. I blushed immediately and put my red sunglasses on. My face was the same color. But I can’t say, even today, if it was because of the sun, the alcohol or the handsome man talking to me. Emmanuel cleared his throat.

“My dear Nicole, I don’t know what I would do without you. I think you guessed, Raphaël is my twin. Since our young age he had been very jealous of me. He was always stealing my toys and bullying me. You see, I’ve never been very irritable. I thought he would stop envying me at some point. But I was wrong… It became worse and worse. A few years ago, I shot a movie, which was quite successful. Raphaël, more jealous than ever, tried to steal my work. He developed a Machiavellian plan. He bought a big house and imprisoned me in it to write a scenario. Once I would be finished, he would have shot the movie in his name… Thank god you came and rescued me. This must be a miracle!”

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7) Who is this man ??

“Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle? Everything’s all right?”

I opened one eye. Then two. Why was I on the floor? Why was Raphaël talking to me with this gentle tone? Everything came back quickly to my mind: my painful divorce, the key, Raphaël’s office… I straightened up and looked towards the voice. It was coming from a man looking exactly like Raphaël. Except one detail -he was fastened on a wood chair by a rope. I gazed at him. He was very pale and thin. Clearly, it wasn’t Raphaël. I got a grip on myself.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” I asked. The man answered with a sincere smile. “It’s a long story and I don’t expect you to believe me right away. But if you could free me from this horrible trap, I would be eternally grateful.” His voice was so soft and kind. I had to help him. I took my Swiss army knife out of my pocket and cut the rope. The man took my hand and ran.

“Come with me, you can’t stay here, it’s too risky for you.” I didn’t have the time to think. Everything was happening so fast. I took my little pink suitcase and followed him through the city of Marseille…

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6) Nicole (me) investigates

A week went by. Then two. I was acting as if everything was going well. Nobody could suspect me of anything, but I was suspecting everyone. My attention quickly focused on Raphaël. His behavior was becoming stranger and stranger. He would spend days in his office, alone, talking to himself. Nobody had the right to enter this sacred rom. It was strictly forbidden.

But one day, I decided it was enough. I broke the rule. I knew Raphaël was always locking the door of his office and putting the key around his neck. This only moment he was putting it off, was during his bath time. The man loved taking baths and could stay hours in the bathroom. I took my courage in both hands and swallowed a pill of magnesium – my regular doctor prescribed it to me for stress-relieve during my very difficult divorce, but gosh I needed one of those at this moment –. I entered Raphaël’s bedroom, took the key cautiously and opened the office.

What I saw surprised me beyond everything. I could have never imagined it. Even in my more bizarre and tormented dreams. I drop the key. I remember hearing a metallic sound when it hit the parquet. Then everything turned black. I fainted…

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5) The mysterious mystery...

I was petrified. I took the paper and put it in my pocket.  Who’s writing was it? What was going on? Surely, there was some mystery I didn’t know about…

But I wasn’t naïve or simple-minded. At that time, I was already working in a library. I don’t know if you have ever been a librarian, but you don’t have a lot of work to do. In fact, except helping a few customers time to time, I just had to sit at my desk all day long. I had all the time in the world to read. And gosh, did I read! I was very fond of crime novels. I began with the mistress of this literary genre, Agatha Christie. And then I read everything I could, from The Hound of the Baskervilles to The Talented Mr. Ripley. I don’t want to brag or anything, but I think I would be an excellent detective. I know all the tricks and knacks.

But let’s go back to that morning in Raphaël’s house. When I saw the paper, I knew I had to investigate the case. Whoever wrote that word needed my knowledge, my sense of deduction and observation. I put my private detective cap on and begun to observe very carefully the other members of the house…

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4) Dreams of glory

My nanny used to tell me that in life you can think you make choices, but at the end, it’s life that chooses for you. This adage did great on her: she married a very rich and old English man and finished her life between London and the French Riviera. But let’s go back to your story. When Raphaël asked me to play in his first movie, I was shocked and honored at the same time. Then I remembered what my nanny used to say. Maybe life wanted me to become a great cinema star. Maybe I didn’t know I was a wonderful actress this whole time. Maybe it was finally my time to shine. Not that I wanted to shine, but if it was my destiny, I had to accept it. That’s why I followed Raphaël in his big house in Marseille where he lived with all his movie crew. There, I got to know my director and begun to learn my part. I really enjoyed my time, although something didn’t feel quite right. Raphaël was very stressed and bad-tempered. Sometimes he could spend hours screaming on the phone.

One day, about one month after I arrived at Raphaël’s house, the strangest thing happened. I woke up very early that morning. Everyone was still asleep. As I went to the kitchen in order to make some coffee- I can’t begin properly my day without my cup of coffee with milk and sugar-, I found a note. I put my glasses on and try to read the shaky writing. I shacked. It was saying “HELP” …