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LIFE FOR REAL

Why ever did you resign?

How will you find a job at your age?

Hi, Mom.

I opened the couch. What is this?

Mom...

Tomorrow I leave for France.

Not this again!

At your age, emigrating!

Same old argument to get me to stay!

Go if you want! Want me to die of sorrow? Go!

Can you hear yourself?

Unbelievable. Let's drop it.

That was your father's.

I should've died instead of him.

Don't say that, please. Don't say that.

It was an accident.

I want to find Violette.

You're dreaming, Trident!

You were eight years old.

How old is she now? 50?

She'll be married, with children.

Divorced, maybe. With luck, alone and unhappy.

Like me.

I'll make up for lost time!

The keys to your dad's Paris apartment.

The address is on the back of the picture.

We have a Paris apartment?

Your father did.

And now it's for you.

Violette Charmet.

Paris.

How many are there?

Five?

All right.

So beautiful...

RIOT IN PARIS

VIOLENCE RAGES IN PARIS

Do you speak French?

A ticket to Paris, please.

- Charles de Gaulle? - No, Paris.

Yes. Paris, Charles de Gaulle.

What class...

Thanks. It belonged to my father.

Right. I meant the plane.

Your seat. Economy, Business, First?

- First is best? - Yes.

I'll take that. Life is short!

And it's on sale!

A first class seat is only 10,780.

- Pesos. - No. Euros.

Euros?

Economy.

Economy. 1,200.

- Pesos. - No, sir. Euros.

- Euros? - Yes.

- How much in pesos? - 26,000.

26,000 pesos!

For economy?

How will you pay?

- In pesos. - Fine.

26,000, please.

Hurry, please. People are waiting.

Twenty thousand.

There.

Six more.

- Six thousand? - Yes.

Sorry, I can't.

Hello.

I hope the flight will go well.

Tighten it!

You never know.

Everything all right?

First time flying.

Great! Your maiden flight! Feel all right?

- Not too nervous? - I hardly feel it!

- We haven't taken off yet. - We haven't?

It's fine, don't be afraid.

- I'm not. - You are.

Yeah.

- Deep breaths. - Right.

- Better? - Yeah.

Thanks.

...has greatly changed, our love remains...

A love song for someone I last saw at 8 years old!

How wonderful.

Romance is so rare nowadays.

- Would you sing it for me? - It's not done.

And if I sing it, you'll fall in love with me.

Well anyway...

I'll sing it the first time for Violette.

I see.

I could sing something else. I have my guitar.

Some atmosphere!

He works at Club Med!

- Should we serve dinner later? - Yes.

Off to wonderland whisk me away,

I feel hard living just might be

easier where sun shines all day.

To... the...

end of the earth carry me,

Off to wonderland whisk me away,

I feel hard living just might be

easier in sunshine all day!

Your songs are great.

Thanks, Um.

My name's not Um.

Yeah, Um.

That means I'm traveling alone.

I'm Elena. And you?

Trident.

I thought "Um" was a weird name.

Your name is weird. So are your toes.

I've never worn closed-toe shoes.

I was at Club Med, from birth until now. And I'm 50.

- Love vacation? - I wasn't on vacation.

Then why stay 50 years?

I wonder.

As a child, I wanted to escape.

Why did all my friends leave after a week, and not me?

When that darn bus came, I lost my friends.

Don't cry, Trident.

The older I got, the more I felt I was in prison.

ESCAPE PLAN

- Did you ever escape? - No. My parents always caught me.

Stop! Stop!

No, Trident. No.

- I want to go to France. - I explained that, darling.

You live here, grow up here.

Your home country is Club Med.

You're the Club Med child, honey.

I hate always changing friends.

Don't you like home-schooling with Mom?

The weather is always good. Vacation all year round.

Vacation isn't real life!

Real life is no fun. Believe me.

One day you'll understand.

Good night.

I was a most unhappy boy.

And then... I met her.

Last lap before the finish line!

Hurry up, sailors!

Come on.

Well done, darling!

The medal goes to lovely Violette! Bravo, honey.

I don't want to leave tomorrow.

I don't want you to leave.

Here.

A present for you.

It's gorgeous. Thank you.

I love you, Trident.

I love you, too.

I love you forever, Trident.

But Trident...

It's night time. We have no money!

I thought of everything.

Look, my life savings. We're rich!

Trident!

Shit!

Trident!

Trident!

Violette!

Didier!

Didier!

I searched for kids. Not found!

They can't find them.

We're here.

We'll stop here.

You OK? Want to go back?

No, I won't leave you.

It was the best day of my life, and the worst.

Trident!

Trident, Violette!

Quick!

Quick! We have to go!

Stay where you are!

I found them!

Trident! Violette!

Stay right there.

Dad, no!

Oh I see!

It broke my mother's heart. At 8, I decided to stay with her.

And I never left, until today.

Here, look.

Beautiful drawing.

Thanks.

I'm sure you'll find her, and you'll be happy forever.

Welcome to Paris.

- Move it. - Easy!

- Why are they running? - For customs.

Does it close?

Right. It closes!

Damn!

No!

- What time... - This way!

Is it closed?

30 lanes, only 2 open!

As usual.

Nice of them to stay!

There you go.

Thanks for staying, so sweet of you.

You mocking me?

No, sir.

Hello.

No, that's not me.

Tee one up? Sure, let's play some golf.

- Hello. - Hello, sir.

I have...

a large sum of money to change. Pesos.

What country?

Mexico.

Mexico, Chile, Colombia, Cuba, Philippines. Lots of them!

- I didn't know. - Fine. Mexico.

Good. Slide the bills through!

You want euros, I suppose?

No, Club Med bar beads.

Lots of beads!

All right.

Because I was... at Club Med.

A lifetime of savings.

Now. 352,817 pesos.

That makes 10,267 euros.

That's all?

Large or small bills?

What's best?

Small make more, large less.

Small. I want a lot.

It's the same sum.

Then large. Saves space.

By the way, do you have teeth?

You never smile.

There you go!

All right.

- Hi. - Hi.

Still on vacation?

So cold. Especially my feet.

Need a taxi to Paris?

There's no...

We don't always use it.

Gorgeous!

All those cars stuck together! My first traffic jam!

- And first time in Paris. - How great.

Totally jammed!

- Is it like this every day? - Every day!

- You're so lucky. - Sure am.

Where's your meter?

No need. Airport to Paris, 250 euros.

- 250! - It's expensive.

I can't pay that much. Let me off here.

Can't. This is a highway.

- Damn! - Sorry...

Know what? I'll give you a deal. 150 euros.

120 in cash. But you pay now.

Yeah. 120 cash. Thanks.

There we go.

Paris cabbies are nice.

I just love your story.

Took me years to decide. Hope I'm not too late.

Never too late for love.

But you can't see her in flip-flops. You need a closed shoe, right?

Where do I find that?

I know a cheap place on the way. Should I take you?

Yeah.

Here we are. This is it.

I'll wait here.

Be right back!

Hello sir.

- Hi. - Can I help you?

I need a closed shoe.

A pair?

We're not together.

Oh, I see.

These are nice.

Strange. My first time wearing closed shoes.

That explains it.

How much?

Only 99 euros, 90 cents.

- Is that a lot for you? - No, it's...

Thanks. They hurt. Why?

You have to break in the leather.

But...

why do they narrow where the foot widens?

They're not flippers.

The first time you wear shoes, your feet are the problem.

Have any sneakers?

Sure, I have sneakers. Of course.

But take them off, you're ruining them, by...

Sir!

Yeah...

- Leave the store, the sale is final! - My taxi!

Be right back.

Excuse me. No, don't go.

Please don't go.

Getting in or not?

Sorry. I can't...

- Sorry, I can't. - A city of nutjobs!

I'm sorry!

No!

No! Goodbye!

Goodbye, see you next year!

Excuse me, is...

Hello. Is this...

No, not thirsty.

Ass hat!

- What? - Get lost!

- What did I... - Bastard!

Scumbag!

Tourist!

Little dick!

Get out of here!

Hello.

What's with this lock?

Wrong key!

Who are you?

And who are you?

Do I know you?

No.

I thought it was my son! Bye.

I'm not your son, but my name is on that bell. Lagache.

Right. Lagache is me!

This apartment is mine.

- It was my father's. - My father's! Didier Lagache.

- My father is Didier Lagache. - How convenient!

A picture of my father,

outside this building, in 1970!

I thought she was his concierge.

My mom, pregnant with me.

Thanks.

He set her up here, then split.

- I'm in shock. - Not as much as me.

What's that smile for?

It's a sign from above.

A sign?

Brothers! Together after all these years.

What a coincidence!

No coincidence. It's our father's place.

Help me find Violette.

Violette? Why should I help you?

- We're brothers. - Half-brothers!

Helping myself is hard enough. So others... Bye!

You're tall, handsome. We look alike.

No! And I'm glad we don't!

Was it curly when you had hair?

I have hair!

Not on top, but I have hair...

Enough. Let's go.

I haven't finished my water.

Good.

- I don't know your name. - Time to go.

Louis, that right?

Yes, that's right.

Louis, my bro!

Did he send you?

He who?

The father. Dad.

He's dead? That it?

Well...

Let it out, if you need to.

Yeah, I'm letting you out.

It's not good to bottle it up.

Take your hand away!

That scum abandoned my mother and me. Who cares if he's dead?

That's your pain talking.

Dad was not scum. There must be an explanation.

I'll explain: He knocked my mother up in '71, then he split!

That's the year he joined Club Med.

He worked for Club Med?

That's where he met my mom. In '72, at Los Feliz.

I was born in Mexico, in '73. My name is Trident.

Trident?

From Club Med?

That's me. Trident Lagache.

He named you Trident, then split?

No, he died a hero. In '81.

That's why.

I'm sure he planned to see you. Time ran out.

How sad you must've been, Louis.

Why'd you come, after all these years?

I told you.

To find my love, from when I was 8.

Violette.

Forty years later?

Forty-two.

Not afraid?

That she forgot me?

No, that she's ugly now.

Appearances are unimportant!

Childhood love lasts forever, etched right here.

Why do you laugh?

You're dreaming, buddy.

Yes, I am.

Find her or not, at least I dreamed.

Why not go straight to her place?

No, see...

There are 5 Violette Charmet's in the Paris area.

First I need a job.

And an apartment. Which is why Mom gave me Dad's keys.

For here.

His elder son is already in it.

Here.

Put your little brother up?

Half-brother.

I'll take up less space!

We can squeeze in.

I'm already very squeezed.

Show me around?

There it is.

No other rooms?

It's a studio. My studio.

It's mine, too.

- No! - Yes it is.

Half-mine.

Oh! I'll... show you the cellar.

For me to sleep in?

No, but you'll see, it's big.

With lots of Dad's things. Which are half yours.

Let me show you.

- Now? - Yeah.

Excuse me.

What are you doing? Louis!

Listen! Dad never took care of me.

The studio is all he left us. I'm keeping it!

- OK, but... - But nothing!

- I lost my home in the divorce. - Divorce?

Conversation over! Good luck with Violette!

Bye-bye Trident.

I have nowhere to sleep!

Neither do I, if you stay!

I have enough trouble.

What kind of trouble?

You don't want to know!

I do want to know!

Sorry.

I'm not much on family.

Louis, open up!

Louis, come on!

This is my place, too!

He'll loosen up. Give your brother time to process.

It's a shock for you as well.

But that taxi rip-off thing is bad.

You must file a complaint.

Really?

Sure! Otherwise he'll keep doing it.

Yeah.

Eat. It's getting cold.

Thanks.

So? That letter?

This letter has no value as a will.

He says he's giving Mom and me the studio. It's signed.

But it's just a letter.

A DNA test could give you half, after a long court fight.

For now, Trident is the sole owner.

Try convincing your half-brother to refuse his inheritance.

Is that possible?

Not by force!

He just needs to fill out a refusal-of-bequest form.

File it, you're sole owner.

If I find that woman, he'll sign.

If you can convince him, great.

- Draw up the papers. - Fine...

Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

No way.

Unbelievable!

Hey! I'm calling the cops!

Thanks, but don't bother. Goodbye!

I'm dreaming!

You won't get away!

Let go. I said I don't want to report it.

I'm reporting it!

What? It's my theft!

Incredible.

You leave without paying, then you mock me!

- I'm so sorry. - Less than I am!

He had a crazy story about Club Med, a half-brother,

a theft...

My things were stolen!

- You didn't report it? - I was going to.

Now he says that.

But the check. Why leave without paying?

Out of habit.

- Right. - Because of Club Med!

It's all included. I was at the Club for 50 years.

Long vacation!

- I was born there. - Name's Trident.

That's proof!

That you have a weird name.

- Pressing charges? - Yes!

Not you!

Let him pay the check first.

All right, all right. Here. I'll pay.

- All that cash? - My savings.

Give me that.

Let's go check its origin.

It's from Mexican pesos.

That right? Let's go, Pablo!

Stolen shoes, too?

Officers, what is this?

Louis!

Hello, Christelle. What did he do?

You know this maniac?

Very well. He's my brother.

You're the brother?

Whatever he did, it wasn't intentional.

Believe me, he's...

- He's special. - Thanks!

My big brother defends me!

He's not a bad guy.

He's just naive.

A misfit.

A hick, a simple-minded guy.

Just look at his face.

Those cops aren't like Los Feliz security.

Without you, I'd be in jail. Thanks.

Don't mention it.

You'd do the same for me.

By the way...

Why'd you come for me?

Why? Because I felt bad.

Yeah, I...

Family is important.

When you showed up, I got scared.

I didn't think. I wasn't nice.

Then I thought, "This is your kid brother!"

"He's lost in Paris!"

"Louis, you must help him."

So I can sleep here?

Yeah!

I knew it! This had to be!

Thank you, bro!

There's an air mattress in the closet.

If it has no holes.

Until you find Violette.

Right!

- That's your aim? - Yes.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Better clean up for her. Or see her at night,

so she's not disappointed.

Disappointed by what?

You're not 8 anymore.

You look like a shar-pei.

A what?

Here.

- That's me? - Yes.

You're obsessed with appearances.

That's the world today. Social networks...

Look. Ever seen this?

- Fruitz? - Dating site.

For greengrocers?

Dummy. This fruit is the kind of relationship you want.

- What fruit is this? - Cherry.

Right. For serious relationships.

Grapes, for a drink.

- Watermelon. - For a hook-up.

Peach, one-night stand.

What fruit are you?

Watermelon or peach.

Stop. I'm not a pornographer!

So for you love is a peach

or watermelon on the net?

I don't go clubbing at my age!

I'm fine on Fruitz.

Hook-ups. Ordinary, unexciting women.

No commitment, no trouble. That's it.

That is sad.

Yeah.

I'm glad I have Violette.

Sit down.

Tell me. You've seen other girls since you were 8?

If not, in 42 years, I'm afraid for her.

Sure, I've had flings. Like you.

But that's not enjoying life.

Your Fruitz profile pictures,

sorry, but they're very badly framed.

On purpose.

To hide my bald spot. Doing that tripled my matches.

When I can afford it, I'll get hair in Turkey.

- Why get Turkish hair? - No!

Turkish surgeons, not the hair.

It's cheaper in Istanbul.

Understand?

Yes.

All right. Well...

Bedtime.

Thank you.

- Well? - We're the same shoe size!

That's a sign, right?

That sign stuff is getting old.

Let's go. The woman of your dreams is waiting!

- How do I get there? - I'll drop you off nearby.

There.

I'm alive again!

Thanks!

That's your car?

Nice! Looks nice with your suit.

My God, that candy! You kidnap kids?

Please! It's for customers. I'm a for-hire driver.

For hire?

Like a taxi, but without the taxi.

You're a thief?

No! I make an honest living!

Buy flowers, can't show up empty-handed.

Empty pockets is the problem.

Buy out my half of the studio, I can start over.

I said I'm a for-hire driver, I didn't create the app!

Why not take her back to Club Med?

Yeah. We could even live at my mom's for a while.

You're lucky to still have your mom.

I should call her, to reassure her.

Should I tell her about you or not?

Who cares?

NEW FARE

Get off here, go find your Violette.

- It's daytime! - So?

You said it's better at night.

It's fine. At her age, she won't see very clearly.

Please be my guest.

Thank you.

- What? - I have an idea. Drive.

We're testing a new VIP service. Butler included.

Wonderful.

- Welcome aboard. - Thank you.

Would you like a candy? A smile?

Or both?

The smile, and the quickest route.

Hear that, Louis?

Louis! The smile.

I don't get your rating.

You and your brother get 5 stars!

We'd prefer euros.

5 stars is on the app. The fare is pre-paid.

Fantastic! Thank you, ma'am.

Ma'am...

- Have a good day! - Thanks! You, too.

You look so in love. Enjoy! It may last forever.

I've loved the same one for 42 years!

Great. See? It exists.

What's your secret?

41 years since I saw her.

Love as strong as day 1 because there's never been a day 2!

That's the secret.

- So, you like Paris? - Yes.

What's your name?

- My name is Paul. - Paul...

- And you, what's your name? - Tin.

- Where you from? - I come from Hangchuy.

- Hangchuy. And you? - Wubay.

Roubaix? You're from Roubaix?

- She's from "Roubaix"! - I heard.

There is my half-brother. He's half Chinese, Lu-hi.

- What? - I said you're half-Chinese.

I moved up 4 stars in one morning!

I have to see my lawyer, about the divorce.

- Then we'll go for a Parisian lunch. - Great!

See you later!

Trident, is that you?

Mom? Hello?

I was so worried!

All is well.

I couldn't call, my phone doesn't work here.

You in your Dad's studio?

Mom...

Dad had a kid before you met.

He's two years older. Louis. He lives in the studio.

My God.

Mom?

I knew.

Your dad wouldn't admit it, but I could feel it.

He would never go to France.

Hang on. I'm in his car now, he's coming back.

Tell him Dad talked about him often, wanted to come see him.

Why lie now? It's too late.

It's important. It will do him good.

Mom... He's coming!

I'm counting on you.

All done.

He can hear you.

Hello, Louis. It's Francoise.

Your mother?

What were you just telling me?

That Didier spoke of you often, Louis.

He wanted to come see you.

He told me that often.

Didier...

regretted living without you, so far from France.

Wait, who's calling? Your mother's in Mexico?

No.

- What time is it there? - It's 6 a.m.

Already very warm.

No, she'll be worried!

- I turn my back, you call Mexico! - To reassure her.

Hands off my phone!

- See? Dad spoke of you. - So what?

- Shit! - What is it?

What?

Who's that?

Nothing.

I got scared... Yohan, my son.

My nephew is scary looking.

Is he that violent?

Could I be a driver, too?

You drive?

- Mostly golf carts. - Paris isn't a golf course.

I'll drive your car at night. Less traffic.

You fall asleep and crash my job? That car's all I got.

The studio. We should discuss my half.

Violette?

- No, of the studio. - Not that again.

We have the same dad.

You have something coming, but I can't now.

I can't pay my ex her compensatory allowance!

The key to the studio. I have a copy in the car.

Thanks, bro!

Let's go.

- I'll drop you at Violette's. - I better find a job first.

- OK. - See you tonight.

Trident...

Did you forget to pay?

- Damn. It's on me. - No.

Yes!

You shouldn't carry so much cash!

- Hold it for me. - No.

I've been robbed once, and I like trusting you.

You can.

Hello ladies and gentlemen! Don't worry, I'm not begging.

I ask only

that you look at each other for a few seconds,

and smile!

Come on!

A little timid, but a good start.

Here's what we'll do.

Next stop, we'll cheer up anyone who gets on!

To do that, we applaud like crazy!

Ready? This is it!

As soon as they get on, like crazy!

Ready...

Three...

Two, one... Now!

Bravo!

Fantastic.

See? At times that's all it takes.

If anybody has a job for me,

speak now or forever hold your peace!

No big deal. Next time.

Thank you all! Have a good day.

Excuse me.

What kind of job?

Any kind, something with human contact.

I need a server, who's dynamic, with the gift of gab.

Sounds like me!

Julien.

Trident.

- Yes? - Good evening.

Who is it?

I don't know him.

You're married?

Yes.

Shit.

Unusual pick-up method!

Marc!

I'm not trying to pick you up.

I called. For Violette Charmet.

That's me. What's it for?

Were you at Club Med, Mexico, in the 80's, with Trident?

No. I've never been to Club Med.

I never fly. I'm scared.

Sorry to disturb you. Good night.

Excuse me. Goodbye.

Yes?

Hello, sir. I know it's late. Is Violette Charmet there?

It's very urgent.

Violette is deceased, sir.

What?

My wife got run over, on her bike, 11 years ago.

Sorry, but you mean Violette Charmet, who was in Club Med 40 years ago?

But that's ancient history.

Why?

No, no reason. Sorry. My condolences.

Good night.

Good night.

Shit.

My goodness, what happened to you?

Easy, easy.

Easy. It's OK now.

Oh, you're so dirty.

Come on. I'll take care of you.

How you doing?

I got a job as a waiter.

- Already? - Yeah.

That was quick.

I'm glad for you.

Trident, I have to break this to you.

Yeah?

What's that?

That's disgusting.

What is this? It stinks!

Not his fault, it's the gutter. He's paralyzed.

I'm cleaning his ugly gashes. Got any antiseptic?

Toss his dirty paws outside! Paris pigeons are rats!

No, Louis. A rat has no wings.

Disgusting. How can you touch that?

Throw that crap out!

He's not crap. He's a pigeon in pain.

Nothing broken. When he can fly, I'll free him.

Now he's traumatized. He must have hit a window.

How would you know?

Look.

He has a stiff neck and he stopped cooing.

A pigeon who doesn't coo is a pigeon in pain.

Come on, hold your head straight.

What was it you had to say?

All right.

About Violette.

Oh. Yes?

Leave it to me. I'll find your Violette!

I'm Parisian. It'll be faster.

- You'd do that for me? - Sure.

Concentrate on your work, and your pigeon.

Half-brother, the other half friend!

As I told your sales clerk, I know it's second-hand.

But look. I didn't see that.

See? I want the same one but in better shape.

It's one-of-a-kind, I can't exchange it.

What if everyone did this?

I don't care about everyone.

Wait... What do we do?

C line, reimburse the lady.

How are you, Roxane?

Well!

I'd lost hope.

Hello! Three?

Yes, for lunch.

Lunch! We're full, but we'll work it out.

There. Our best table.

The Serbian president reserved but he'll sit near the toilet!

There you are. I'll be back to take your order.

Finish your plate!

I have another!

We better eat. We have to work today.

Yes, of course.

I forgot the order.

- No! - Sorry.

- I got it. - Thanks. He's got it.

Tell me.

No way!

- Sure, you look like her! - She's a 10-year-old.

It's an old picture.

You don't need to resemble her as a child, but as an adult!

Got one of her as an adult?

No, I don't.

You can't possibly look like her as an adult.

You have to look like her, as a child.

To look like the adult, of her child.

You lost me.

He adores her, but Trident has never seen her as an adult.

How can you adore someone you never saw?

Don't ask questions. Do me this favor.

Roxane...

You got some nerve.

You don't call me for weeks.

You just show up with no warning.

You ask me to do this crazy thing?

Why me?

Because you went from grape to watermelon on Fruitz.

You said you dreamed of sleeping with two men?

I was lonely.

I shouldn't have.

It was a mistake.

A fantasy, often, should stay a fantasy.

Roxane, I need you.

I tanked my marriage because of you.

Not my fault your wife saw you on Fruitz!

My ex-wife, ex-home, ex-job.

This'll be my ex-studio unless you help! I'll be homeless!

Just a few days. Don't sleep with him if it feels icky.

Coming from you, it's icky.

Shut it down early.

You're not Roxane, you're Violette!

OK, I'm Violette!

Right. Roxane?

What?

No! You're Violette!

Right. Sorry.

Relax, honey.

In deep shit, I can't relax!

Poor Louis.

You're still Louis?

Sure! Are you stupid?

I'm kidding.

No photo of Violette adult. Got one of your brother?

Here.

- So ugly! - No, he's handsome.

- No, he's ugly. - It's just the selfie.

- I like you better. - Please!

Stay focused. Roxane?

- What? - No!

Sorry. Fine, Violette!

I'm adapting to my alias.

I feel like I'm in a spy thriller.

I love those!

I am very happy, after many years!

What's that accent?

To find lifetime love. Freedent!

No. Trident. Freedent is toothpaste.

No, chewing gum.

Right. Chewing gum.

It'll never work.

It will. But come on, it's not a common name.

Trident, my love!

Don't overdo it. He needs to have a simple Violette.

You still love him, but it's too late.

You want to, but you're married.

Can't I just say I don't love him anymore, game over?

You can't break his heart. Just send him back home.

OK, I can't cheat on my husband.

Or abandon your daughter, 14, Prune.

No! Now you're getting me all mixed up!

Prune, 14. Violette.

And Trident!

Can't we say Lucas, 21, like my son?

No, it has to be a dependent minor!

OK, I get it.

When do I meet Mr. Ugly?

Don't call him that.

Tomorrow.

- So soon? - Yes! He sees you... and he'll leave.

Morning.

Good morning, Mr. Lagache.

- The M tro... - That way.

- See you later. - Yes.

See you tonight!

Hi, honey!

Hey! Let go. He's just starting his day.

Shut your face!

Trident, it's OK. I got this.

Doesn't look like it!

Go get another car.

Get away!

Yohan, are you nuts? That's my brother, your uncle.

You owe Mom money! She has nothing!

I'm working, see?

You owe 3 months lowence!

Compensatory allowance.

Whatever!

Listen, honey. Don't interfere between Dad and Mom.

What? No!

Stop, I'll pay!

- There! - It's not mine.

No, it's Mom's.

That money is your uncle's.

No, it's Mom's.

Trident, are you OK?

- Probably no stars. - It wasn't a client.

- It was Yohan. - It was?

As a boy, he was so gentle.

Hard to imagine.

Look.

He was cute.

My money for his mom is his only motivation.

So it's all gone.

Wish he'd taken dance, not self-defense.

- He needs a child psychologist. - He's 20, too late.

I never said no. This is the result.

- There. - Done?

I'm already late for my 2nd day.

I'm going to find your Violette.

There. Enjoyed it?

- Delicious, thanks. - Great daily special.

Good. It's last week's. We almost threw it out.

Anything else?

Spoiled dessert? Cold coffee?

We're fine.

Thanks, goodbye. See you soon!

Goodbye.

All right.

You OK, Trident?

Parisians are adorable. When hungry and needing a table!

What table was that?

- 44? - They paid?

I forgot again!

This can't go on. Trident!

Trident, stop.

Shit!

They'll be back.

They'll be back.

They'll be back...

Look...

Trident,

you're unique, you're fun.

You lighten the mood, but...

you let too many tables go without paying.

The way it is, I can't keep you.

What? I'll be careful, I promise.

Stop with that.

There, that's him. There!

He's a nobody.

Look. Memorize his face.

Get down!

I get down or I look?

Quiet!

It's exciting to hide.

Doesn't it get you...

Yes! Keep me from breathing. I love it!

You're terrible!

That's why we matched, darling.

Ready, Roxane?

Yes, I'm ready.

Damn it!

Ready, Violette!

Don't get it wrong, you'll mess the whole thing up!

- Don't worry! - I do worry!

Hey, bro!

I have big news for you.

Look who I found!

- Oh, Freedent! - No!

My Strident...

Trimaran?

There's a "Tree" in it. It's been so long!

- Trident. - Oh Trident!

Yes, sorry!

I'm so emotional, seeing him again!

Oh Violette.

Don't move.

Forever we remember

our very first love

That love, it's no surprise is one that never dies

Your name, Violette,

I could never forget

The world has greatly changed

Our love remains

Your heart and my heart

Your heart nestled to my heart

Now a single heart, the color of a brand new start

It's real and yet does seem

to be a waking dream

Though moons have waxed and waned,

Our love...

has remained!

What? Violette!

Oh Louis!

Thank you.

Thank you, Louis, for bringing us back together.

Stop it!

What are you doing?

Should we toast this magic moment?

Oh yes!

Let's get drunk with love, all 3 of us.

I have a crazy idea.

- We could... - Go discover Paris?

Very nice idea, Roxane.

Violette.

I meant Violette.

Who's Roxane?

My mother.

My mother's middle name.

Go! Paris awaits you, lovers!

Make up for lost time!

There we go.

Here.

Here!

- Want my car? - No, I'm a golf cart guy.

Thank you! Give me my cash so I can treat.

Your cash. I put it in the bank, for safety.

- All my cash? - All of it, this afternoon.

Damn, I need some.

Go across the street, to Christelle's.

I'll pay the rest tomorrow.

- After that thing... - Call if there's a problem.

I'll leave you the studio. I'll go out to work.

Yes.

I don't know, the first night...

She's expecting it!

Didn't you see?

No, but...

Thank you!

Right, good.

Now, 7 euros 70 please?

Hi Christelle.

What is it?

My brother, Louis, said we should... come have a drink.

- Can we sit outside? - No.

I'd rather not.

Here.

You're not my childhood love.

- What? - You're different.

I've idealized you. You've changed, so have I.

We're adults now.

Oh right.

Yes, of course!

I'd like us to take the time to get to know each other,

give our childhood selves a chance to awaken.

That's so beautiful.

It makes you so sexy and desirable.

Keep talking, it's so hot.

Yes.

What was I saying?

Our childhood souls...

- Have you decided? - No! Still on the menu!

Fine, take your time.

Just call me. I'll be watching.

I destabilize you!

Keep saying no, I just want you more!

Damn!

This is a fast town.

Don't you want to?

Sure. Of course, but...

Don't you want to wait a little? Long for one another?

Desiring, hoping, then finally...

dreaming of each other.

You're not listening.

I love your mouth. How it moves when you talk.

Wait, Violette.

Violette...

Tell me about you.

I want to know everything.

All that's happened to you, since the tragedy.

Oh, tragedy...

Aren't you exaggerating?

My father's fall.

He fell. So what?

He died.

Oh shit!

Sorry, I...

I forgot.

A "post-traumatic amnesia reaction".

So the pediatrician said back then.

- Total blackout. - I understand.

We were too little to be responsible, my mother thinks.

Yes, your mother's right.

She didn't fall as well?

No!

No, I mean I was afraid I forgot that as well.

And...

Can we talk about now?

More cheerful! Right?

Yes, right.

What's your job?

I have a clothing store.

Eco-friendly, for hipsters.

I sell vintage clothes,

to save the planet.

Successful?

For sales, yes.

For... the planet, not really.

Are you married?

Yes, I am!

Well...

No. Yes, and not anymore.

I don't get it. You're... not?

I'm remarried, and happy.

There.

But I was single a long time.

Terribly lonely.

And anonymous in this big city...

The more time goes by,

the more anxious I am.

Why anxious and lonely, if you're remarried and happy?

We don't think as two,

and we all become self-centered and selfish.

And, in the end,

even as a couple we're alone.

Like my brother.

He doesn't think of others and he's all alone.

With that website of his, for sex.

Hook-ups and one-night-stands.

Really? Your brother, Louis, plays around a lot?

He never stops! Peach and watermelon!

Only ordinary, unexciting women!

No commitment, no hassle.

That is pathetic.

No, don't say that.

His ex-wife is complicated, his son is violent.

He's afraid to commit.

He doesn't dare.

Do you have children?

Yes. I have Prune, 14.

Well. No, I have a son.

He's 21. Lucas.

He's an art student, in Bordeaux.

Trident, I'm not married.

I was afraid to see you again.

But I'm totally free.

And you?

Are you married? Any kids?

No, I have no kids.

And I have no one.

You have me.

And I always did, right?

Want to see me home?

Trident Lagache!

Shit! I forgot to pay again.

I was coming back.

Thank you.

Well?

So gullible and lost Mr. Ugly is!

You must've been so bored!

No, he's unusual.

He's different.

Yes, and very gawky.

A real oddball. A drag.

Anyway, cheers!

No, it was divine.

He's soothing.

He's a good listener, with a gorgeous smile.

Hang on... You're into him?

You didn't make love?

Did you? I don't want to know!

Why ask me then?

I couldn't care less!

- Are you jealous? - Not jealous!

Just incredulous.

Not him!

No, we didn't make love.

It was my first first-date with no sex and it feels really good!

We don't want to rush, we might ruin everything.

It would be less romantic.

Roxane?

No, Violette!

Oh right!

You really had me going! Hey!

I love it when you put me on.

So! Did you convince him to go back to Mexico?

No, actually. That never came up.

Never came up?

That was the thing to discuss!

You upset?

I'm not upset. It's for you.

You have to see him again.

I feel bad about forcing you into this.

You have to go back...

I'm asking too much of you! Damn!

- Where are you going? - To work!

Good night.

Louis, how are you?

You worked all night.

Want something to eat before bed?

See?

I tidied up.

What is this?

- Is this the pigeon? - No!

He's right there, look.

He's doing better.

That's scrambled eggs, as you see!

Not obvious.

I never cooked before. It was to make you happy.

Thanks. Violette is...

wonderful!

Intelligent,

beautiful,

funny, sensitive, touching.

Thanks so much!

Quit thanking me, damn it!

Stop being nice! It's unbearable!

Sorry, bro. I...

Stop apologizing!

Eat your pigeon and shut up!

Wow. Just like your son.

Button it!

Open a dialogue...

Button it!

Just trying to help.

Next week, I'm going around Paris with Violette.

I can't wait to discover the city of lovers

through her eyes, her disposition, her taste.

You all right?

No, I'm not all right.

I'm going to bed.

Louis?

Stop looking or I'll take it back!

I'm not used to it. It's gorgeous, Violette.

Thanks! It's too much.

Must feel weird to be well-dressed.

Thanks for that.

What?

From here.

Sorry.

I lived so far from this. I must seem dumb.

No! There are no rules.

We all see with our own eyes, our own personality.

And anyway it's never too late.

I know this one.

- Yes? - It's a puzzle!

I swear.

He finished his puzzle.

I haven't.

What did I do?

Touching's not allowed!

Gorgeous. Thank you.

No! I thank you.

I was born in Paris. I never took a Bateaux-Mouches before!

- No. - Yes!

It's fabulous.

I was starting to think Paris is a hostile, aggressive city.

But it's not.

Out of the taxi lane, scab!

What's wrong with you? Asshole!

What's going on?

Nothing, ma'am. Have a candy.

You all right?

This is the voice mail...

Damn.

All right.

- They're the same. - Yours is better.

What's wrong?

The people getting on the bus. We'll never see them again.

Who cares? We don't know them.

I know. Sorry, I...

I can't control myself.

When I was a kid... They're leaving!

They're leaving!

Come on! Hurry!

Stop! Open the door!

Open up, please!

Thank you.

We're leaving with you! How wonderful!

We're on the bus too!

Thank you, Violette.

We forgot to pay for the ice cream!

Another great day together.

I like being with you.

Must be a while since you made love.

Am I wrong?

Yes, it's been a while.

Want to come up? I want you to come up.

You don't have to, but... Let's go upstairs.

Violette, I don't know. I'm afraid.

I'm so used to it lasting only 8 days.

We've waited our whole lives, we can wait a little more.

Good night.

...after the tone.

Roxane, call me back please.

Hey! What are we doing here?

Sorry, I got hung up on my problems. I forgot you.

This isn't my house.

No, it's my place. You're my last fare, sorry.

This isn't the address I entered!

I'm sorry.

I'll cancel the fare. You pay nothing, OK?

Nice. Zero stars!

The minimum is one!

Then one.

- I don't care. - Moron!

Hi.

Stop smiling, it stresses me out.

I had a night of love so extraordinary that...

Save it, I don't want to know.

In a hotel?

No. Her place.

Her place?

- And her husband? - She's divorced.

That whore!

Fucking whore!

Louis.

And her 14-year-old, Prune?

No, she has a 21-year-old son, Lucas. In Bordeaux.

That bitch!

You had trouble with your ex, but divorcees aren't all bitches!

Yes they are!

Louis, Louis... Stop.

You're hurting yourself, acting like a misogynist.

It's ugly! Get a grip. Your pain is talking.

Yes. Yes, it does hurt.

Hurts bad.

I'm happy, in a couple, thanks to you.

Don't spoil it by insulting Violette.

Sure, excuse me.

That's not coffee.

No, vodka.

At 8 in the morning?

No, I've been up all night.

Know what you should do?

- Jump out the window? - No!

Find your childhood love.

I could help you. I owe you that.

What was her name?

Thanks, but I don't want to.

Stop, stop.

My brother.

- It's all right. - Forgive me.

It's OK...

That coat. Got anything more tapered?

No, and there are no more coats.

Only men's.

Hello, my love.

What are you doing here?

I had candy, but flowers are better.

Thanks.

- I'm a piece of shit. - No, Louis.

It was a dumb idea and I dragged you into it.

Drop it, darling. Feel better?

No. Excuse me but I'm busy. I'm working.

How do you tie it?

It's very ugly on you, ma'am.

Louis, damn it!

- She's listening to us. - No excuse!

Sorry. Be right with you.

My darling, please.

Let's drive to the shore.

Louis! Go away, please.

Go.

I love you.

I'll leave Trident my studio. You and I can have a great love story.

You're the love of my life. My childhood sweetheart!

Louis, I met you on Fruitz!

Your hook-up app with those ordinary

unexciting women.

You want revenge? I get it.

I deserve it. Get it all out.

Revenge for what? I'm in love with your brother.

Give me a break, Roxane!

He's lost, awkward...

He makes me laugh. The opposite of you.

You're in love, sure, in the beginning.

In 6 months you'll drop him, come crying on my doorstep.

I doubt it. And the doorstep will be his, right?

Bitch.

- Get out! - Sorry.

Get out! I'm done with you!

Forever!

Trident! Not at work?

Neither are you?

No.

Good. I have a surprise.

I hate surprises.

Come on.

I need big-brotherly advice about Violette.

We're getting serious.

I don't like her at all.

You hardly know her.

You hardly know her either.

Morning, Christelle!

Morning.

No need to take me out to lunch to ask me...

How are you, my love?

I'm living the dream at 50

thanks to both of you.

You must adore each other.

Hello, Louis.

Hello...

Violette.

- Set another place? - Sure.

Here you are. Thank you.

Thank you, Christelle.

Here...

Thanks.

Violette has an eco-friendly boutique.

And I'm living the most romantic love story.

Wow. How lucky for you.

We get along so well.

We're on the same page!

I'm so envious of you.

I've never felt this, with anyone.

- I never had sex like that. - Violette!

Go ahead, I'm interested.

When souls and bodies are aligned like that, it's...

It's magical!

Stop, I'm alone here.

I see your tongues, it's yucky.

I was so unhappy before.

One mediocre fling after another...

Like you!

Better me than a naive chump!

- Who do you mean? - You.

Or me. Men, in general.

Perhaps Trident's naive,

but what I love about him is his simplicity,

his humility,

his love for others!

How sweet. It's like he's dead.

Smile a little.

If I'm a shar-pei, you're an abandoned cocker spaniel!

Come on!

Smile a little! There!

Let's toast.

To the shining sun of Trident,

lighting the world!

"Lighting the world"!

Pathetic.

No need to be cynical and jealous.

You should meet someone like Violette.

Not easy. My Violette is unique.

Excuse me!

I'd like to hear Violette talk

about Club Med, when you were kids.

With details! Right, Violette?

Where was it? When was it?

How was it?

Describe the place, try to be precise.

I'd rather not talk about it. We experienced a tragedy.

Let's not talk about Dad's death! You're so depressed.

Let's speak of the future!

I wanted Louis' advice, but I can't wait.

Dear Violette...

My love!

Would you be my wife?

My God.

Trident!

What's that ring?

I made it myself.

At the mini-club?

Yes! When we were little.

I kept it all these years.

Yes!

Congratulations!

Thank you.

I need to get some champagne.

- Christelle! - The champagne is on me.

How will you marry under a false name?

I'll tell him when the time is right.

She's great, right?

Yeah, great.

I'll just take a few things.

I'll come back for the rest.

I'm leaving your keys.

Ready?

To my new life with Violette!

Thanks, Louis.

Look, Trident...

Bro, I have a confession.

I know.

- You know? - Yeah.

Sorry. It was my name, my passport. I took the papers.

You're not a Lagache. Dad never recognized you.

He would have, you said so!

I can't refuse the bequest like it says in there.

But we can share the sale.

Sell my apartment?

Our apartment.

I don't have to give you half.

True. Thanks.

No need! You found Violette for me.

Yeah.

Let's go withdraw my cash.

- I don't have it. - What?

The other day, my son stole it.

That kid is too much! He needs a talking-to!

I'll talk to him.

That's not a good idea.

- I'm his uncle, right? - Sure.

Let's go see him.

Damn.

Excuse me! Thanks.

I'll wait, with the motor running.

Come in. I might not recognize him.

I'm afraid he'll recognize you.

Come on.

He's in the ring.

That big guy with the tattoos?

Wasn't he smaller?

Let's not bother him.

I'll get my money later.

Louis!

Why are you here?

Valerie. Trident, my half-brother. Yohan's uncle!

- Valerie, my ex. - Pleasure.

I've heard so much about you and my nephew.

Not all good, sorry.

You mistakenly took all my savings.

Yohan!

Why disturb him at work for so little? Let's go.

Wait. Let's talk, as a family.

Talk? Seen that face? Come on, quick!

Why'd you bother Mom?

Get in!

Don't take sides, Yohan!

Shut your face, you!

Not my car! Hit me.

- Pay Mom! - How? That's my work tool.

Who gives a shit!

No! I miss when you were little!

Yohan, easy...

Listen to Mommy, put Daddy down!

He's a maniac!

You did overdo it, darling.

Stop acting like a brat!

You're so lucky to have your dad!

I was 8 when I lost mine.

What memory will you have when he's gone? Huh?

Sorry.

Eyes down!

Go! One week to pay me back!

Watch out! Your father!

You all right?

No. I can't breathe. I have pain in my chest and left arm.

Damn...

I'll call emergency.

No cops! My insurance lapsed.

I'll drive you to the hospital.

Easy.

Come on, quick.

Pick up my mirrors!

I will. Hurry up.

- My mirrors! - I have them!

- Both? - Both, yes.

Thanks...

What are you doing?

What the hell is this?

Doesn't turn like a golf cart!

- Your info! - No use, he's not insured!

My car!

It's OK.

What the hell? My car!

Sorry. Didn't see you! My mirrors are here.

We need a hospital!

Careful with my car.

Where's the closest ER?

My car, damn it!

- You OK? - Call the police!

No, it's fine.

- Easy! - Damn! Traffic!

- I'll go down the side. - Not that way!

I can fit through!

It won't fit! It won't fit!

Look out!

Watch your door!

- My car! - It fit.

- This way. - That's not a street!

Out of the way!

Oh no! My car!

Wrong way!

Move over!

Hang on!

Out of my way!

Look out! Red light!

Excuse me. Louis and Trident Lagache?

Room 17, end of the hall.

Thank you!

Those little pumps are so good!

Louis, easy. That's morphine.

Yeah, it's very relaxing.

We'll bring little Pumpy home, right?

Who are you talking to?

Her!

Yes, my pigeon. Me too.

Look who's here!

I was so frightened!

- My love. - I ran over!

And me?

I was frightened, too.

- When we crashed... - Hi, Violette!

I thought I'd die.

Your face flashed before my eyes.

My banker's face flashed before my eyes.

Not funny, Louis!

- You almost killed him! - But he was driving!

Right. It was my fault, Violette.

Her name isn't Violette!

Stop it, Louis.

Telling the truth is a relief.

Like this little morphine pump!

Be quiet, please.

Her name's not Violette.

I met her on Fruitz.

She's a watermelon named Roxane.

I'm sorry, Trident.

No way...

- Tell me it isn't true. - I'm sorry. Forgive me.

- Sorry. - It's not you?

- Please... - Leave me alone.

Go away.

- Go. - Please!

Get out!

Hey, I didn't kill anyone.

You agreed to do it.

Oh, Roxane!

Trident?

Violette, the real one, died 11 years ago.

Sorry, Trident. But I...

I asked Roxane to take her place.

Are you listening?

Wait!

Wait!

Yohan...

Daddy...

2nd floor, right!

I can't put the groceries away, L o's waiting.

That's all right, I'll manage.

Where's the groceries?

I'm not a delivery man.

I came to offer condolences for Violette Charmet.

My mother? She died more than 10 years ago.

Your mother? Wait, how old... What was your mother's name?

Violette Marie Charmet.

She was 69.

But my name is Violette as well. Perhaps that's the confusion.

This is my father's place.

Violette...

Yes?

Same name as your Mom? Wow.

I came to see you from Club Med.

It took me a while to get here from Mexico, 42 years.

This will explain it.

It's our drawing.

The one we made when we were kids, at the Club.

It's me, Trident.

Trident?

Yeah. Here I am.

Delivery.

Second floor, right!

The drawing, no, but I remember the tragedy.

- The chief... - My dad. Didier Lagache.

Oh, I forgot it was your father!

That's right.

It's magnificent!

I kept it...

This way.

Excuse me, sir.

Why did you come here?

I just wanted to...

Goodbye.

Is that the groceries?

Yes, Dad. I'll come put them away later.

Can I say hi to him?

He won't recognize you.

Anyway, I have to go right now.

I have to pick up my son.

So you have a son?

Yes.

You married?

Divorced.

Want to keep it?

What would I do with it? Keep it, you seem to like it.

It says we're in love forever.

Come on, Tristan. What were we, 7 or 8?

Trident. No big deal. You're right, I'm a jerk.

See you some time?

We'll grab a drink, OK?

- Bye. - Bye, Violette.

Louis! It's me, Trident.

What do you want?

To give you this. I signed.

This studio's always been yours.

Get off.

Here. It's not much but it's mine.

Thanks, bro.

Yes?

We were strangers, you and me,

but we knew that it was meant to be

Though we only met that day, we knew each other right away

Our love had wings to fly, so high, up in the sky,

but here I am below

Without you, below your window

So unless you won't see me anymore,

Roxane...

open the door.

Sorry, Roxane Ronsard is the button next to mine, sir.

Thanks for the song.

Be happy.

Thank you.

What did she want?

For us to be happy.