Euphoria (2017) Script

It is so good to see you.

I - I was afraid you'd cancel.

Hello. We have a reservation for a double room. Your name?

Emilie Thompson. Ines Thompson.

So... Let me know if there's anything you need. Thank you.

What a place. I wanted to treat us.

It's huge.

Yeah. It's so nice to get out of New York.

I read some reviews this morning about your new exhibition.

That's fine...

I thought they were mean. I'm sure you worked very hard.

They used to love you.

That's how it goes.

People don't like my work, but at least they feel something.

It's very fancy.

I got more than I was expecting for my flat.

You've sold your apartment? Yeah. I moved out last week.

If I'm gonna go back to my studies, a student room will be just fine.

Ladies, may I take your order?


I'll have the Lobster and champagne.

The same.

I found this.


What's this? Mum's ring.

I found this when I went through my stuff, I thought you might want it?

No, keep it.

[piano playing in background]


I'm so glad you came. Grateful, that you took the time.

Of course.

Excuse me? Yes? - Please...

Would one of you beautiful ladies care to dance?

Yeah. No.

Why not.


So... Tell me about yourself, Emilie.

What is there to say?

I'm nobody. Alone, unimportant.

Full of unfulfilled dreams. [Emilie laughing]

Actually, I'm here on holiday with my sister.

Now, when her career isn't going so well, she finally agrees to see me.

I don't have time to lie.

And why is that?

Just dance with me please...

[piano music stops]

You've got sensitive hands.

I'd love to go to bed with you, but... - (emilie sighs)

I don't think that's possible I'm afraid.

Good night.

Emilie? What happened to you? Is everything fine?

What happens? What... Get the fuck...

I probably shouldn't have drunk champagne.

There's just been a lot going on in my head.

I just need to relax.

This place we're going to will be so nice.

So calm.

So peaceful.

It'll be perfect.

Just perfect.

Look! Oh!

That's so gorgeous!

c'mon no. nope. Emilie?

Tell me! Tell me!

Where are we going?

We are going to the most beautiful place in the world.

Yeah, you already said that. C'mon.

It's, it's... very special.

The question is, can I have a massage there?

Of course, madame. As many as you wish Oh! Good!

Then I am happy.

Hello?, Hi! (laughs)

Hello, can you hear me?

Well, I umm...

I saw the, the press photo you're using and...

That's what you chose. (on phone)

Well, I want you to use the other one.

The one where I'm not smiling. (Ines sighs)


We're leaving the country.

I thought I told you? Don't worry. It's not far now.

This is it.

Shouldn't they have a sign-post or something?

They probably want to keep it as anonymous as possible.

(Ines laughs) Well they've definitely succeeded with that.

You must be Emilie. Yes.

And you must be her sister?

And you are? I'm Marina. I'm Emilie's personal companion.

I'm so glad you made it. Most of our guests prefer the helicopter option.

It's a bit of a walk, but if you get tired, we'll help you.

Are we going through here?

It's not so far. You'll manage.

Here we are.

Is it like you imagined? Even better.

This is where most of the guests love to come when they're alone.

Or with their partners or friends.

Just sit here, play chess, be quiet.

You have to sign in first. Reception is through there.

Let me know if there is anything you need.

Hello? Hi! Welcome.

Please, come in.

Hi. Aaron.

And you must be Emilie. -Yes.

Please, sit down.

(Aaron sighs) So, first things first. Passports please.

Thank you.

Here you go.

We have a medical certificate, lawyer's documents, and proof of payment.

So everything seems to be in order. Thank you.

I'm sure you know how everything works here - but I'm legally required to run it all through with you - in person, before we can continue.

Unlike other organizations, we offer our guests a service created for, and by the individual.

Freedom of choice is our utmost concern, and serving that choice is our aim.

There are a selection of activities you can chose from - you'll find a schedule by the front entrance.

We try to accommodate our guests' unique desires and wishes - in order to make their final days as fulfilling and comforting as possible.

Emilie. Should you choose to continue - your leaving will take place in six days from now.

Each leaving, is preceded by a bell.

The individual is taken to the leaving cabin and is offered a drink containing a strong sedative - that will put them to sleep.

What do you mean?

The choice to drink is left entirely to the individual.

A week later, the body will be transported to the address you have provided..

Photographs are not permitted.

Do you have any questions?

Where are my bags?

I don't know. well can you go and get somebody to get my bags.

Try to calm down. I'm not well.

Your bags are already in your room.

I will take you there. What are you doing?

It's ok what the...

Don't you fucking touch me!

You do not have to do anything. You just have to stay with me.

What do you mean you're not well?

What are you talking about?

I'm gonna have a shower. We can talk when you have calmed down.

I'm not going to calm down! I want you to tell me what is going on!

I just want a bath!

I was diagnosed three years ago.

I had chemo, but it didn't work.

It's everywhere.

I don't have long left.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to scare you.

I didn't want to give you a reason not to come.

I had the right to know.


I dont 'think so.

I tried.

I tried to call.

But you didn't pick up.

I waited, but you never called back.

A while later you emailed saying that you were busy.

And then...

I do not know.

Time went by and...

I lost the words.

And this place?

This is how I want to leave.


Sugar Puffs?

Yeah. We always had them when we were little. Don't you remember?


Mum's Blueberry Pancakes.

I sent them the recipe.


I'm sorry if you feel like I do not respect you - but I really think that we should get out of here.

You need proper care.

If you leave, I'll still do it.

Have some pancakes. They're good.


Good morning.

Did you sleep well? Yes.

And breakfast was wonderful. Everything, just as I wanted.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that!

And Ines, how are you today?


Well I thought that... Excuse me, umm...

What are you doing with these people?

We're helping them. Really?

We can't save their lives, but these last days are important.

So people can leave in the right way for them.

This is a free zone.

Without the world to judge.

So Emilie, what would you like to do today?

I was hoping the three of us could sit and talk.

Of course.

Follow me. Emilie...

No music, thank you. (Marina speaking softly)

So... Emilie?

There's some I wanted to talk about, umm...

I wrote them down.

I have never been able to control my feelings.

Everything has always flooded straight into me.

My sister, on the other hand - has always been very clear.

She can turn her emotions on and off feeling exactly what she wants to feel - when she wants to feel it.

It all began when dad left with another woman.

I was nine, my sister was seven.

Mum, never got over it.

I stayed by her side. I tried to stop her from slipping through the gaps. but there was no way...

Five years ago she hung herself in the woods.

Just stop it.

What are you doing?

What could she possibly say about that?

You told me yesterday that you were dying, and now you want me to sit here in this place - in front of this woman and talk about our childhood. Is that what you want?

You never wanted to talk about it.

I don't need to listen to this.

This is not going to happen.

Those charming bells of death.

I do not think that is allowed.

It's personal. For inspiration.

So you're above the rules, are you?

Art's above the rules.

I don't dislike rules.

It's just that I have never found any sufficiently worthwhile to follow.

I understand everything. hmm..

But I have yet to find the meaning in anything.

Can I take a photo of you?

It's alright.

I have a stage three terminal brain tumour.

What about you? You do not look sick. I'm here with my sister.

Is she artistic too?


It's just me.

It keeps me together.

I don't understand this place.

People tend to think that there's some kind of meaning.

Something they should be able to understand before they die.

There is nothing to understand.

You just die.

They refuse to accept that their lives are completely meaningless.

Especially women.

I mean, why would a life suddenly become important only because you are about to die?

People come here and give up.

It's pathetic.

So what's the alternative?

Carry on with futile hospital treatments?

More suffering, for even higher bills?

I don't think so...

Thankfully, places like this allow those of us who can afford it - to pay for a comfortable death.

In the end, we're all pathetic.

That's quite artistic, don't you think?

Yes, to be one with the night one with myself

with the candles flame which looks me in the eyes... unfathomable and still one with the aspen like trembles and whispers one with the crowds of the flowers leaning out of the darkness and listening to something I had on my tongue to say but never got said...

something I don't want to reveal, even if I could.

I'm sorry.

And the flame rises It is as though the flowers crowded nearer, nearer and nearer the light in a rainbow of shimmering points Aspen trembles and plays, the evening roots go on.

I will do my best.

And all that was inexpressible and distant and inexpressible and near.

I sing about the only thing that reconciles only of what is practical To all alike...

I'm tring to think about the things that have been beautiful in my life.

Like what?

Just small... everyday things, really.


When it's cold in winter and you come into the warm.

Soft things.

I've never had particularly great sex.

No? No.

Maybe I was just scared.

I think I've spent my entire life being scared.

Of what?

Come on.

Tell me about the best sex you've ever had.

Uh, I don't know... (laughs) Umm...

Well there was this time, in Madrid.

It was after a dinner with this gallery artist after an exhibition.

You have sex with the gallery artist? No, it wasn't.

It was his son.

And the son also had a very cute girlfriend.

Go on.

Go on?? What do you want me to say?

Details. I want details.

They drove me to my hotel - and I guess had way too much to drink - and definitely.. I couldn't guess what... well, they just asked if they could join me up to my room, really...

They did? Yeah.

Did you like it?


Come on. I want to know.

Really, what do you want me to say?

Details? Details, you want me to tell how she unbuttoned my blouse and how she kissed my breasts?

Yes, you tell me! I want to know everything.


Becasue, you owe me

We went up to my room.

She took my hand... and she laid me down on the bed.

And then she pulled my knickers aside and let her tongue slide in.

He unbuttoned his trousers and walks across the room... towards the bed and I turned around and I pulled her up her skirt... and licked her beautiful, wonderful cunt...

while her boyfriend penetrated me from behind.

Oh my God !!!

Happy? When was this?

I do not know.

Summer, like four or five years ago.

August. Five years ago.

How long have you been awake?

Coffee? Yes please.

What are you doing?

Do you have any idea how much work it is to arrange a funeral?

You won't be arranging mine, will you? Emilie You'll just hire some party planner to sort it all out.


So while I was burying Mum alone - were you in Madrid having the best sex of your life.

I just can't stand what goes through someones head when they don't turn up to their own mothers funeral

Maybe it was a case of being constructive.

She was dead already.

You don't automatically become a better person just because you've lived your life in floods of tears.

What the fuck!!

Stop it! Stop it!

What is it? What happens?

(Emilie gasping) I cannot breathe. Yes, you can. Yes you can. Shhhhh...

Gently... Gently I don't want to feel this like this!!

I do not want to be the kind of person who who feels like this!

Emilie, you can do this. You know you can. Don't be afraid. Come on.

Come on, you can do this. Come on. Come on, we'll go to a quiet place.

No point talking when you're like this, you have to calm down.

I want to know why. What?

Why don't you respect me? Here we go...

You treat me like shit!

You left me to take care of mum.

In and out of hospital just trying to keep her alive.

I waited for you to call. She asked for you, do you know that?


And I lied. Different lies all the time...

"She swamped at work. Yeah, she called yesterday, but she's broken her leg."

I just couldn't tell her you didn't give a fuck about us.

You know I can't be responsible for your happiness!

It just doesn't work that way! Life doesn't work that way.

You're not human. You think like a machine.

You don't get any bonus points in heaven, just because walk around feeling so bloody sorry for yourself!

Maybe that's not the world you want to live in, but that's how it is.

That's reality. That's what it's like to ge a grown-up. Sometimes you have to shut things down to survive.

That's what everything has always been about.

You, and your fucking survival.

Scroll down.. Scroll down... Stop. Take out any reference to that woman.

Barking mad. Now... down to this, umm, you know, all those poor people. Can we get into that?

May I...?

Yes. now. Can we make it look as if I am hugging refugee?

What are you doing?

She can tweak things about you on the net.

So that if anybody googles you in a few years time you'll appear to be much nicer than the person you perhaps really are...


Look. I'm sorry.

Google Ines Thompson.

What are you doing? Ines Thompson...

Uh, there are some photos here, serveral reviews...

Was there something specific you wanted me to change for you?

Go ahead. You know how to handle this.

Wait... Wait!

I understand that you must be going through hell right now.

You have no FUCKING idea!!

I was miles away.

Would you like a drink?

Your sister is scared.

I was naive to bring her here.

You are not naive, Emilie. You are thoughtful, kind, and intelligent.

And, you've done everything you can.


[glasses clink]

Why are you here?

I came with my husband two years ago.

Where is he now? He left here.

And you've been here ever since?

I found no reason to go back.

Stop. No.

Emilie? Tell me. Tell me.

Where are we going?

We're going to the most beautiful place in the world.

Yeah, you already said that, c'mon.

It's. It's very special.

Excuse me but uh... (Ines clears throat)

When does the helicopter leave? Tomorrow morning.

Is there room for one more person?

There you are.

Grab a drink.

What's going on? It's my farewell party.

I paid them so much money they couldn't possibly refuse.

Do not be party pooper! Relax! [wine glasses clinking...]

You're on your way to making an old man very happy! It's True!

Are you enjoying yourself Just take care of you.

Great... Fireworks!!!

[Mr. Daren laughing ]

Cheer up.

Wooo !!

OH! Look at that...

I'd like to sleep with you.


Sorry... Nothing.

You do not know me.

Does that matter?

I look ridiculous. I have scars everywhere.

My dick doesn't work.

So I can't... fuck.

I do not know...

But when I saw you here...

You were just so beautiful.

Fucking hell.

It's like everything I'm thinking's just coming out of my mouth... Sorry.


I didn't mean to force my self on you in any way.

Right... More music!!

Go on, play my favorite, the one I like. It's what your paid for, come on.

Uh, yeah, enough. That's enough, enough, enough, enough enough...

Talk about flogging a dead horse....

Oh, nevermind.

I want you to comfort me.

Just give me s... put the fucking macaroon down Comfort me! It's what you're paid for. Give me some comfort you FUCKING wanker!

You're just a, a fucking amateur! y... christ !

Alright, Alright, Alright.

Oh God...



I'm ready.

Are you gonna let him go out like this?

Our job, is to allow him to make his own decisions.

He's free.

I was, umm... professional football player.

...going straight to the top.

I could have been so fucking good.

What happened?

Car crash.

That's all?

It might not mean much to you.

But for me... But, you're healthy otherwise You are not sick.

It's just your legs?

My whole life went down the drain when I lost them.

Everything I was.

But the rest of your body...

I hate this body.

It's fucking...


I don't know what to do with it.

It disgusts me.

How can you say that?

I can't do this anymore.

I can see that.

Can we go somewhere?

Just you and I.

Before I leave.


What will you do when you get home?

I do not know. Of course you do.

Tell me.

What are you doing next week?

I've ordered some, umm... some new... walls for my studio.

But I do not know if they're gonna fit through the back door.

What else?

Sleep. Sleep, Maybe...

I'm gonna... start to... look for my next.. project

After those reviews...

Something new.

I guess there'll be... just a lot of work to do.

You've always left me! You've always left me!


I'm sorry. Emilie?

Come here. So...

Hey. Wake up. Emilie?





She doesn't have much time left.

But she's not going to die today.

The helicopter is ready.

So you're leaving.

I just make things worse.

There's something I wanted to show you before you go.

Just come with me. They'll wait for you.

Come on in.

Open it! - Open it! [door shaking]

She drowns in her emotions She's always been like that.

Dad left, and she and mum just clung to each other - dragged each other down.

I refuse to live as a victim.

Your mother died of a broken heart.

Mum died because of weakness.

She died because she couldn't handle life, as it is.

She stopped going to work.

She woudn't eat.

She couldn't...

She couldn't pay the bills She couldn't go and buy cigarettes.

So you had to go and do that.

You had to go out and buy cigarettes and milk for the money that you got from social services - because your mother was no longer a mother because your family was no longer a family

She failed.

drowning herself in the bath, putting her head in the oven... sleeping pills Do you know what? When she actually succeeded, that was a relief.


That's how it was when mum died.

A relief.

Come here. No...

Shhh... Shhhh... shhhhh....

It is okay.

I miss my mum.

I miss her so much.

Do you remember that summer in the house?

That houses out on the island.

Mum borrowed it from someone.

Do you remember? It was so hot.

You taught me to swim.

That was summer before dad left.

There was a piano upstairs.

And dad used to sit and play.

The window was open.

All night, yeah.

It was so hot.

I was happy then.

Everybody was happy that summer.

You used to braid my hair in the morning.

There was a kiosk we used to walk to, to buy ice cream.


We were bare foot.

Sometimes we passed a tractor.

I held your hand.

You held it tight like mum said you should.

You held my hand.

Emilie Thompson? Yes.


I hereby ask you, Emilie Thompson, if you are absolutely certain - answering of your own free will that you wish to leave Yes.

As you know, it tastes bitter.

After you drink it, I will offer you a sweet to take away the taste.

Then, a few seconds later you will fall asleep.

And, in a few minutes, your breathing will cease.

Are you sure this is what you want?


I have something for you.

Tell me. What are you going do with your material?

What do you mean? The images you took here. The films.

Are you going to use them in your work?

I don't know.

Just be honest with yourself, that's all...

Off you go now.

Go on.

Thank you so much.