The clip The Stench Of Death Part 2 from Sade (2000)
He's not coming tonight?
I wouldn't be surprised if he did.
Without him, what would become of us?
I'm opening the window.
But the stench...
It's stifling in here!
The smell of herbs is worse!
Are you counting? The dead?
A superstition of mine, my fetish.
I juxtapose figures I hear during the day.
I add or subtract them.
They become signs I alone understand.
To read the future?
In a way.
The future's easy to predict.
It can be reckoned in days, in hours.
Nothing is ever played out.