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Fernand!

I know it's early, but you could
start making an effort, right?

Hello, my dear.

Hello.

Fernand told me you were already up.

Why did your son wake me up
this morning?

I must say, this motorbike
is making a hell of a noise.

Ah, well, here it is, back again.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, son.

- Hello, Françoise.
- Hello.

- Yes, thank you.
- So, this bike?

Oh, terrific!

You never take it on the road.

There's really nothing else
that interests you.

15 days without talking about medicine,
it's human, isn't it?

Françoise is right.

Making so much noise at 4 AM,
do you think that's normal?

Will you have something else?

No, thanks. I'm good.

May I remind you that the lady
is going to see her doctor today.

Perhaps you would like
to accompany her?

Don't be silly, my dear.

I've postponed the appointment

and I'm waiting for someone
to come about the carpet.

As you wish.

I think it's time to be getting on,
Fernand.

I'm at your service.

See you tonight.

- Hello, Madam.
- Hello, Marie.

- Can I clear the table?
- You can.

Excuse me.

Is it some sort of holiday?
Everyone's gone, the others are late.

Waiting for someone?

A friend, for tennis.

I could always replace her?

You can't play.

You'll teach me.

- Can I grab a cigarette?
- Sure.

Goodbye.

Yes, good!

Here!

My turn!

- Not too disappointed?
- Not at all.

I think you're doing a great job.

- You were sending easy shots.
- No.

Here.

Oh, sorry.

Fernand.

- Fernand.
- Madam?

Ask Marie if she needs anything.
I'm going to go shopping.

Yes, madam.

And you could fill the pool
if the weather stays nice.

No, not here.

Madam's going to do the shopping.

I made a list.

Here it is, madam.

You took your time.

I had to change.

The boss is waiting for me.

You can go.

Goodbye, madam.

Thank you.

Hi, Julie.

Oh, Christian, sorry about this morning.
I didn't wake up in time.

It's okay, I played anyway.

- With whom?
- Does it matter?

Don't be aggressive, I don't care.

You know I'd rather ride the bike
than play tennis anyway.

I can't stand that rich stuff…

Oh, you're not going to reproach me
every time we see each other.

Don't you think we have
better things to do?

Who did you play tennis with?

With my beautiful mother.

Oh, an old woman.

Not exactly.

OK, are you coming?

How old is she?

You're coming across quite jealous now.

You're all the same.

What if I reproached you?

Come on, let's go.

I should never have let you
buy this motorcycle for your son.

Why?

Because it gives him too much freedom.

He's an adult, isn't he?

Yes, but that's not a reason.
This morning, for example.

No, listen, after all,
it's a regular way to blow off steam.

He deserves it
after his year of studying medicine.

Yes, but I've known much
more diligent students.

What if I had to conduct
my nursing studies like that?

I would never have met you.

Yes, that's true.

- I'm going to bed.
- Stay a little longer.

Please.

- See you tomorrow.
- Goodnight.

Look what I found, sir.

Touching, isn't it?

Don't you think that might interest madam?

Shut up!

Apologies.

So the memories of being a captain in
Beauchamp's camp wouldn't interest madam.

Shut up!

Oh, Captain.

This is an order you can't give to others.

Others died in an ambush because of you.

- That's not true!
- It's true!

It's so true that you cannot do
without my services.

I'm not complaining. I'm well paid.
Everyone finds what they want.

However, I would start to be unpleasant
if I were simply treated as a servant.

If madam wasn't here, this would not do.

But madam is such a
good person, so different,

that it would really bother me
if she thought ill of me.

My mother's right, you're rather good.

I didn't think
a son of your father could be so good.

You know, I could
introduce you to the gang.

We'll all go out on the motorbikes.

What do you think?

Why not?

Oh my god…

What's going on?

No, it's nothing. Fernand fell
down the stairs, he slipped.

- Sorry to wake you. Good night.
- That's alright.

Fernand!

Sir, you shouldn't allow Madam
to ride on Mr Christian's motorcycle.

He rides like a madman.

But Madam has never ridden on Christian's
motorcycle. She hates that machine.

Hi.

Get us a drink?

That's your motorbike?

You know, a Storm is for bandits.

Hi.

This ain't bad.

What do you think?
We know how to live, right?

Can I have some?

Hi. There you go.

A little bit. How's it going?

What did you say?

I think I'm gonna go.

What's bothering you?

Nothing. Bye.

Whatever happens,
I won't leave you on your own.

I'll go and see,
see what's going on.

I wouldn't want you worrying.

- Do you want me to go with you?
- No, let's see.

Here's your tea, madam.

Thank you, Marie. Put it down there.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Shall we take it for a spin?

If you like.

Shall I sit here?

Yes.

You know, it's less
exciting than a motorcycle.

I thought so.

Sorry, sorry.

No, not you!

You don't want to?

No!

No!

I have to go.

Why?

You know I have to go look after
my art gallery every Wednesday.

Your father never denied me this pleasure.

You're not going to start?

- Now that I'm your lover, yes.
- Shut up!

What if I ask you to take me?

Come on, don't be angry.

Shall we go back on foot?

- Yes, leave me alone!
- Here you go!

OK, Christian,
I'll talk to your father about it.

Very well. Goodbye, Françoise.

Goodbye.

Well, Fernand, you prepare my car.
I'm leaving for Paris in an hour.

Yes, madam.

It's OK, Fernand. You can go.

OK.

Alright. See you soon, then.

- What do you want?
- Mrs Beauchamp.

It's not here, it's downstairs.

Thanks anyway.

Yes?

Oh, Christian!

- Are you alone?
- Of course!

Let's see!

- I told you, I'm alone!
- Where is he?

Who?

- Where is he?
- But…

But, Christian!

But Christian, you see there's
no one here! I'm all alone!

- You see there's no one here!
- Where is he?

- You're hurting me!
- Where is he?

You're hurting me!

Undress me!

Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

Oh, no!

Hello?

Raoul?

Yes.

But I thought you were
coming back in two days.

No?

No, I didn't see him.

Well, I'm coming back.

Yes.

All right. See you soon.

It's Raoul. He's coming back.

Yes, I heard.

So, my darling, how come
you came home without any warning?

It's our wedding anniversary.

One year! You forgot?

I'm unforgivable.

Yes, that's true. But I forgive you.

Here, this is what I brought for you.

For me?

Yes.

And I have nothing for you.

Your presence is the most
beautiful gift you can give me.

Do you remember room 214?

It's funny. It's like you're talking
about a room in the Ritz or the Plaza.

It's true. It was just a hospital room.

Yes, but what room?

I can still see the book
you were reading. It was a Moriag.

Yes, and I remember the white dress,

with yellow trim,
that you were wearing

under your nurse's uniform
the first time you came in.

Do you remember the champagne
you wanted to offer me when you left?

And the weekend in
Deauville that you accepted.

Yes, but I avoided it a bit.

Yes, but the first time you came
home, you came more easily.

Maybe I already loved you.

Yes. I admit that I had
a hard time understanding.

You thought I was interested in you?

No, but I wouldn't have
accepted your pity either.

- But…
- I believed in you. And I still do.

You know, Raoul, nobody has ever
given me as much affection as you.

And love, Françoise.

Of course. But we made a choice.

No.

I love you, Françoise. You and our son.

Your son?

He's been yours for a while, hasn't he?

Let's drink.

Sorry, I'm so on edge today.

Christian, don't tell your father.

- Raoul?
- Yes?

Christian would like
to go away for a week or two.

OK, that's fine.

When are you leaving?

- I don't know, this afternoon maybe.
- So soon?

Yes.

But first, I'd like to talk to you.

Oh, you should be careful!

I'll talk to you later. Goodbye, Dad.

What's the matter with him?

Here's the mail, madam.

May I?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- Rubbish… put this one on the side.
- Very well, madam.

- Miss?
- Yes.

- You know Christian, I believe?
- Yes.

- Have you seen him lately?
- Yes, yesterday.

- Was he well?
- Yes, why?

No reason. Thank you.

- Goodbye, madam.
- Goodbye.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

- Madam?
- Yes?

Someone on the phone for you!

Yes, yes.

Christian…

I'm glad you called.

It's been 8 days since I left you.

But I didn't leave.

I couldn't leave you.

That's why I called you.

But this girl…

Are you jealous?

You love me.

You see that you love me.

Do you love me, Christian?

Yes, I love you.

You see how weak I am.

I couldn't resist.

But it's over, I'm leaving.

I'll never come back here, never!

Then I'll find you.

I'll find you anywhere.

Hello, Dad.

You're back already? And less on edge?

Yes. Listen, I've come to talk to you.

Not right now. After dinner,
if you want, I have to go out.

I get this wheel stuck all the time.

You know that Françoise is sick, yes.
She hasn't left her room for two days.

Really? What's wrong?

Oh, a headache. The doctor
doesn't know where it's coming from.

He advised her to go
on a trip to the mountains.

Oh, yes? Well, I'll go and see her.

No, no, no. She doesn't want to see anyone.

Fernand is taking a tray up to her.

Fernand is very kind to her.

I suppose you gentlemen would like
to continue this conversation in private.

I'll prepare the Mercedes
and I'll come back to get you.

Thank you, Fernand.

Besides, Françoise is also being
very nice to him at the moment.

And the factory? All going smoothly?

It's going smoothly, as you say.

That's something, at least.

- What do you mean?
- Nothing.

Well, after dinner, you promise?

Yes, it's as important as that?

Yes.

Well, I'll let you work.

Madam is still very on edge.

But she managed to go to Paris yesterday.

Please.

Especially when Mr. Christian is there too.

Oh, but madam is frozen.

Fernand!

Coming, sir, I'm done.

For today.

No, I'll carry the tray up to her.
I won't bother Fernand with it.

Very well, sir.

Darling…

Christian, go. Fernand knows all about us.

Calm down, I'll talk to my father tonight.

- No.
- You see, you can't live like this.

My love.

Well Marie, is madam's dinner tray
not ready yet?

Mr. Christian came to get it.
He said he'd take it up to her.

The dinner is not ready yet.
You should rest.

- What's the matter with you?
- You must rest!

- Where are you taking me?
- You'll see!

Trust me, I'll sort it out.

Scum! Put me down at once.

Well, here we are again.
Can I talk to you now?

So, how was your trip?
Did your bike work well?

It's not about that. It's about Françoise.

Yes, she's doing much better.
Much better. I'll go up and see her tomorrow.

But tonight I'm tired. I'm very tired.

Why don't you let me talk to you?
It's already hard enough like this.

So, it'll be even better tomorrow.

It'll be clearer.

Sleep on it.

Good night.

Good night, Dad.

In fact, sir, I'm…

Shut up!

What did your father say?

I didn't manage to talk to him.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

I'm going. I'm going.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, Raoul.

I didn't want to leave
without saying goodbye.

But I didn't want to wake you up
this morning.

But weren't you going to be leaving
in two days' time?

Wasn't Fernand supposed to be with you?

Of course.

But Fernand is with me.

He didn't tell you anything?

No, but he has nothing to tell me.

Oh, good.

I think he'll never have
anything to tell me again.

Hello?

Hello?

I don't know what he meant.

He hung up.

All done, it's all repaired.

We can continue.