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"Two colored lines appear.

"One line should be in the control window.

"The other in the test window.

"One line may be lighter than the other. It does not affect the result.

"It means that you are probably pregnant."

Fucking hell!

Cess?

Yeah?

Where are you?

In here. Be right there.

- What're you doing? - Nothing.

Getting fennel.

How do we garnish the lobster?

Here, take this.

Sage or juniper berries?

Let me see.

Chef, please. The sauce.

It's not reduced enough. Smaller pan and bind it with butter.

Safia, that's way too big. I said a brunoise.

What'd you learn in culinary school? Look.

Like this.

- Yes, chef. - Ok, go!

Yes, Mom, what's up?

What?

What happened?

What? Where is he now?

Shit!

Lemon.

Morels.

Everything ok?

We'll never be ready. We need a signature dish.

We've got stuff,

but not the memorable dish people'll share on Instagram.

I meant your dad.

No, he's not ok.

But maybe he'll finally stop working.

Maybe.

So when are you going?

I'm not going.

What d'you mean?

I can't leave now. We open in two weeks.

Are you serious? He's in the hospital.

- But we're not ready. - Who cares?

You're going. Don't be silly.

How long's it been?

Since Christmas.

- We were working. - The one before.

Sofiane, I can't leave now.

We're not up to speed for...

Stop it.

I won't stop! We have to keep practicing.

Stop.

A chef's stress is contagious.

I'm not stressed out.

- Alright. - I'm fine.

What?

You're not stressed?

We'll play a game.

To see if you're stressed or not.

I say school, you say...

Job.

I say money, you say...

Expense.

I say...

loan, you say...

Payments.

I say crisis

In the world You say hunger and Third World

I say family

You say mourn, coz problems don't come alone

I say love...

You say kids, you say forever and divorce

So we go out to forget all our problems

And so we dance

And so we dance

Come on!

And so we dance!

LEAVE ONE DAY

Ah, Top Chef!

Never missed an episode. Me and the wife were hooked.

I love it. I do the cooking at home.

My specialty is cassoulet.

That's my only one.

But I make it good.

I make it the night before, coz it's better reheated.

And I use goose confit.

Tastier than duck, I think.

So what's your specialty?

- I don't actually have one. - Really?

What about the thing you did for the Top Chef finale?

The savory cake thing.

- The lobster bisque soufflé? - That's it!

It looked good!

Thank you.

I can give you the recipe.

Yes, with pleasure.

Jelly bean?

The Pit Stop

I was thinking, for the monkfish, we could add some shiso.

Give it a try. Hugs.

Bocuse!

My doggie!

Hi.

Don't get up.

Leave it!

- You don't know how! - What a joke.

Amore mio!

- Hi, Mom. - My daughter!

What's she doing here? D'you call her?

Hello.

Question is, why're you here and not in the hospital?

Your father signed a waiver. He knows better than the doctors.

You're nuts!

Gérard, I said fries, not beans.

Green beans won't hurt you for once!

I'll bring you fries.

I'm perfectly fine!

No point staying in the hospital.

Right. It's only your third heart attack.

You trying to set a record?

Get off my back, will ya!

I should.

Once you're dead, I can retire.

How's this thing work?

- I'll show you. - Stay put!

Make up your mind!

Show me, don't move.

And explain, not speak?

Something's burning!

Can't you just divorce?

Why? We love each other.

See, everything's fine.

You can go home.

Don't start! Now that she's here, let her handle things.

Hang on.

Go ahead. First, I plate the meat. There, sorry.

Use tongs, Fanfan!

Leave us alone.

- That's perfect. - I'll put it here.

Wonderful. A few chives and off we go!

Gimme that.

- Your personal touch. - My personal touch!

Two flank steaks, lovies!

So...

What'd the doctors say?

No stress whatsoever.

I shouldn't get worked up,

and that gets me worked up.

Don't just stand there. We need more macédoine for the buffet.

Ok. Where're the dish towels already?

In the drawer behind you, bottom left.

So.

Some macédoine...

That's right. What's so funny?

Does anywhere else still serve macédoine?

Why of course!

Right. I'd forgotten.

What?

Let me find it.

Here we are: "Macédoine is to haute cuisine

"what flip-flops are to haute couture."

"Cécile Béguin, Top Chef, episode 7."

You wrote down all I said that you couldn't swallow?

What? Don't you like tributes?

Sure I do. Depends.

Man!

- What is it? - Nothing.

Two andouillettesand a flank steak.

Done how, darling?

Rare.

You have two new messages.

Today, 3:36 PM.

Hi, it's me. You were right.

Monkfish and shiso is dope! Works great.

You're the best. Hugs.

Today, 3:41 PM.

Hello, Ms. Béguin. Dr. Droulez speaking.

I got your message. I can see you Friday at 5:30 PM.

We'll establish the date of conception

and lay out your pregnancy termination options.

Don't hesitate to call back. Goodbye.

- Yeah, Cess? - Hi.

Hello? Hi!

Got a minute? I need to talk to you.

Wait. What'd you say? Talk louder.

I need to talk to you.

Hang on, I can't hear a thing.

Hang on. Just a sec.

Wait, sorry.

We're all at Giovanni's.

Hang on. Just a sec!

It's wild in here.

I'll call you later.

No!

I'll call back.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Ok, I'll head back then.

- Cécile? - Yeah?

I love you! Big hugs.

Hugs.

That's called desertion! In the army, you get court-martialed.

Don't be ridiculous!

You'll have a fourth heart attack.

I don't want to find you dead. You hear me?

Let me tell you,

you piss me off!

Really! Do you hear me?

You won't stop. You won't shut down.

You won't do anything!

It'll be a cuisine in my image:

gastronomic, refined,

heir to great French tradition.

Sure, the pressure is mounting. But I'm trying

to remain

focused on my work.

Pictures?

Of course. I'll send them right away.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Sofiane, it's me.

We have to send pictures to that chick from Elle.

I just spoke to her.

She wants photos of one or two dishes to illustrate her article.

Think you can do it? From where I am now,

it won't be very enticing.

Thanks. Hugs.

How good of you

to cook for the local yokels.

- Why'd you say that? - Why?

Hang on.

"I didn't grow up among gourmets.

"When I said I dreamt about the Michelin

"the locals thought I had a passion for tires.

"Top Chef, episode 5."

I didn't make that up.

But seriously!

Just because one guy once said that, you go and generalize.

When do you plan to announce it?

Announce what?

That you're pregnant.

A woman who's sick at the smell of a fridge

and eats sweets all day long,

I knew one before you.

There's nothing to announce. I'm not keeping it.

Why not?

Because I don't want to.

Wants come and go.

You should think twice.

It's all thought through.

You're so pig-headed!

Is it your business?

If I wanted to keep it, would you say think twice?

Have you thought about closing the truck stop?

You're also getting on my case?

Aren't you a bit pig-headed?

Every time I stop by in the Loir-et-Cher

They just won't let me out of there

I tell them I gotta get back to Paris

That I'm not free, but what do they care

That I still gotta stop for gas

No time to finish my brew

But I'll come back one Sunday soon

To spend a night in the Loir-et-Cher

They tell me, they tell me

You never see a horse or a trout

They tell me...

You never come out, even to fish in the pond

You've gone and blotted us out

Do you mind so much walking through the muck?

Do you mind so much sharing our pot luck?

Hey there, Béguin.

What're you doing here? You lost?

Fat chance you'd get lost. You've never left.

- You good? - Yeah.

Come to steal our recipes?

My dad had a heart attack.

Damn. Is he ok?

Yes. He just needs to stop working.

- Not his style. - Not really.

How about you?

What're you up to?

I started modeling.

I'm Field & Stream's new centerfold.

Actually, I'm wearing an outfit

from the new spring-summer catalog.

Funny, I thought I saw your name on the garage on my way in.

Did you?

I sold it to a namesake.

He kept the sign. More practical.

Ready to roll.

What a coincidence.

Between fashion weeks, do you see the guys?

Depends.

Actually, I'm seeing them tonight.

Join us. They'd be thrilled.

I gotta get back to my restaurant in Paris.

Yeah, I know. Everyone here knows.

The future 5-star place.

5 stars is for hotels.

For restaurants, it's 3 max.

You're gonna settle for 3 stars?

What lack of ambition, Béguin. Not like you.

Little Cécile!

Little Cécile's daddy is waiting at the fairground entrance.

- I gotta go. - Wait.

Here.

If ever you're around again, gimme a call.

Looks like a mechanic's card.

Ya think?

Little Cécile better get her ass in gear.

Her daddy would like to leave.

I guess you better get your...

Thanks, I heard.

So long.

He still won't hear of it?

What d'you expect? Your father...

moves at his own pace.

And right now, he's not the king of sprint!

Anyhow, if we close,

we'll be together 24/7.

I don't know if I'm ready.

Come on. You've lived and worked together for 40 years.

Never apart.

We're not together that much.

Me serving, him in the kitchen.

We've spent our life separated by that damned bead curtain.

We might not be able to stand each other.

Stop it. You never stay angry for long.

I don't know how you do it. I find him absolutely impossible.

Me too! I find him impossible.

Hang in there.

I gotta finish straightening up.

I'll put these in the hamper?

Bye-bye, my doggie.

Come

But not when I am alone

The day the curtain must fall

Grant me one last curtain call

Come

But not when I am alone

I've always chosen my destiny

Choosing my death's how it should be

My life burned bright under the spotlight

I can't stand in the wings

I want to die under the fire of laser lights

A full house to hear me sing

I want to die performing

The limelight pouring down

Yes, to die performing

My heart's true colors unbound

To die free of pain and suffering

At our last rendezvous

I want to die performing

Singing till I'm through

What's on the menu tonight?

Beef bourguignon.

I'll do the meat.

Sofiane, it's me. Listen...

turns out I have to stay longer.

It's complicated with Dad. Mom's at the end of her tether.

Keep practicing.

I'm working on the signature dish.

Big hugs and kisses.

Is this the veterans' meeting?

- Look who's here! - Cécile?

Béguin!

I don't believe it!

- You knew? - Yeah, I knew.

So cool.

So good to see you.

Man, it's been ages.

I'm so glad to see you.

- Only see you on TV! - Stop it.

You look great!

- You're not bad. - I know.

- Something to drink? - Gladly.

'Evening.

- You were right to come. - Totally.

Wow, nothing's changed.

We live in a time warp. Nothing moves.

- Want this? - Sure.

What'd you do to your arm?

Skateboard.

You still skate?

Time warp!

Now at the skatepark, they call me sir.

Do they?

Sounds like that true crime show:

"At the skatepark, the kids called him sir."

Dig in.

Finally!

I see you guys are also into gourmet cuisine.

Easy, star chef!

These chips are hella good.

If you'd warned us, there'd be canapés and foie gras.

Had I known, I'd have brought you foie gras.

Not this processed crap.

Hey,

I have pics of you binging on Nutella.

With your fingers.

Yeah, well...

Some stuff on Top Chef looked way worse.

Like what?

What's that dish you made? Roquefort panna cotta...

Roquefort-coffee!

The theme was "surprise pairings."

For "gross pairings," you'd have aced it!

Oh shit!

Who is it?

Chef Etchebest.

- Etchebest? - Put him on speaker.

- Stop it. - Video or speaker!

To hear him. We only know him on TV.

- Video! - Richard, you're a pain!

She's stingy!

- Etchebest? - Best of the best.

Guy's a genius. My mother loves him, too.

We're working like crazy with the brigade.

Table 8's up!

- Table 4, 180 pickles! - Ok, chef!

Thirteen...

doodads I made for lunch.

I got an idea.

Ballotine of flash-cooked lamb with its oriental spices.

- Please shut up! - Say it's flash-cooked.

Excuse me? Yes.

For two? Of course.

That's wild.

He didn't even hide his number. She has it.

It's normal.

Think it's normal?

If he calls so late and all, they know each other well.

- They're close. - Lovers, maybe.

No way.

Would you call a chick who's not yours at this hour?

Don't be ridiculous.

My mom calls at 11, please!

He's not her dad. We know her dad.

He's her culinary mentor.

- Maybe her sex mentor, too. - Cut it out!

No big deal...

Well?

What'd he want?

To shoot an episode of Kitchen Nightmares with your merguez.

Here, an unprocessed taste of local flavor.

Haute cuisined.

- Full glass... - I empty thee.

- Empty glass... - I pity thee.

So today, we're cookin' up some foie gras stuffed quail.

Where're my quails, Micheline?

Maïté!

Too easy! Who put that one in?

- I did. - Want them to win?

It was Richard, guys.

That was a gift point. Now drink up.

Here's to ya!

It's going to my head.

Nice gift.

Courtesy of Team Raphaël!

- Go on. - You were awesome!

Pass if you can't do it.

No, don't pass.

Set the timer.

Here we go.

Yeah, uh...

I'm funny.

Yeah...

I'm a comedian...

- Kev Adams? - No.

- Who talks like that? - Awkward!

Wait. You wouldn't think...

Time's up.

Impossible to understand.

- Who was it? - Eric Judor.

- Shoulda done the cat. - The cat?

In H he did that. Remember?

Sorry, guys, our point! Drink up.

- This is for us. - That was tough.

- Your turn. - Me?

- We'll smoke 'em. - Here we go.

- Oh man! - Jackie Chan.

What is that?

A disease.

Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Light the lanterns

What is it?

Do something precise.

- Johnny, Light the fire? - 5, 4...

This thing.

You go like this.

Watch carefully.

Time's up!

He burned it all down.

I'm stumped. What? Who?

Drink up, you lost.

Who? Antoine Dupont! Easy.

Antoine Dupont is a rugby player.

He's a dancer.

You mean Patrick Dupond.

Patrick Dupond, Antoine Dupont. I mixed 'em up.

What about the flame?

Dupont lighters!

The Rolls of lighters.

You're a misunderstood genius.

Thank you.

Now drink.

- No, I mixed 'em up. - You lose, you drink.

That's not fair!

She didn't guess either guy.

- It was impossible. - Drink!

Ok fine.

Heddy, got the score?

13 to 3.

I have an idea.

A real good one, Raph. I'll do an imitation.

- It's not your turn. - But everyone can play.

I won't even draw a name.

Everyone can play?

No cushion, no safety net!

Let me get comfy.

- What's he up to? - A free imitation.

For fun. No points.

Go on.

But we time it.

You'll guess it fast.

Hang on.

I haven't started.

I will seek out your heart

You moron.

If you ever depart

Céline Dion?

No, it's not Céline.

Even if in your arms

Céline Dion.

Others covet your charms

We got the message.

- It's Raph. - Yes, it's Raph!

What?

The game's about famous people!

You're famous to us.

Don't be peeved.

Ok, next. Your turn.

- No, my turn. - Go on.

What's going on?

Nothing. Your turn.

C'mon. We gotta tell her.

No, drop it.

It's mean not to explain.

So tell me!

It'll just take a minute.

The summer you left,

Raph was beyond bummed.

- Not true. - Come on!

We show up at his folks'. He's in the living room.

- Bawling. - Not so.

Music on full blast, listening to Céline Dion.

Alright already.

Why tell that story?

It's ok.

It was light years ago.

Hang on, I have an idea.

Richard, c'mon.

Everyone like music?

Yes.

Everyone like nice bodies?

Oh, please...

Then you're in for a treat.

I will seek out your soul

I will walk on hot coals

My spells I will cast So your love for me lasts

I will speak in new tongues

To sing your praise

I'll add fuel to the fire So our love can burn higher

Every spell in the book

To make sure you're hooked

All my nets I will cast So your love for me lasts

C'mon!

I will rise like a queen

Do my best to be seen

I will shed a new skin To rekindle our sheen

I will play every role

Pleasure you to the brim

I will give up control

I will follow your whim

Dressed in diamonds, and bold

Making new with the old

I'll make gold of the past So your love for me lasts

So your love for me lasts

People say...

as time goes by

passion

fades naturally.

Not always, apparently.

And Mama told me

Take it slowly

Desire or love

You'll see

what it's made of

Gimme gimme your eyes Gimme your scent

All your gestures heaven sent

On my skin, gently

Sensuality

Yes, stop, linger here I would rather keep you near

Fixed for all eternity

Your sensuality

That's for the starters buffet of every service.

Then, there's the daily special.

There's usually a dish cooked in sauce,

but we always have omelets, steak, andouillette

and fries, of course.

Dad.

What's going on?

I asked Ludovic to help and he agreed.

Hello, Mr. Béguin.

He can do every lunch and the evening setup.

Hang on.

We can't just go hire someone.

It's not that simple.

Relax. I'm paying him.

You're joking!

What's going on?

Your daughter thinks she can fix everything with her money.

Well, we won't be fixing much with ours.

Thank her for finding a solution, instead.

Hello, Ludovic.

You knew? You've chosen sides. Nice going!

What exactly is your solution?

To keep going until you croak in your kitchen?

I refuse to live with that on my conscience.

Then stay and help us.

Dammit! I have a life, Dad!

I have a life!

If you hadn't made me spend every birthday, vacation,

every Christmas in this kitchen, things might be different!

But I have a life. And it's elsewhere.

We'd noticed.

Because now, I have to have...

a foot in the grave for you to come see us.

And holding your nose coz it's not fancy enough.

Would you cut that out!

You don't give a shit if we close.

What'd you say about truck stops in your dumb show?

No need for my notebook. I know it by heart.

"Truck stops are by the road so you can make

"a fast getaway."

You may be ashamed of us, but when I look at you,

I'm ashamed, too.

What can I do for the little lady?

What a jerk!

- Where ya goin'? - Home to Paris.

Already?

That's a bad idea. I have a race tonight.

Motorcycle?

No, a sack race.

You're a riot.

Yes, motorcycle, silly!

And I'm in a jam. I need you there.

Why's that?

No cheerleader.

Excuse me?

I need a cheerleader.

Get fucked.

Is that a yes?

I can't believe you still have your YZ.

They haven't made anything better since.

I can still picture you on the lot

doing wheelies to impress Jennifer Perrichon,

you clown.

I sense a hint of jealousy.

Want me to do a wheelie just for you?

Too late, man.

Maybe so.

- Let's go. - Right now?

Got anything better to do?

I'll go change.

Let me help you.

Damn.

Daddy!

Hey, bud!

Mom got off early, so she picked me up.

Hey there!

How're things?

I got off early, so...

Yeah, Max told me.

Are you the lady who won Top Chef?

Yes, that's me.

Hey, what are you doing here?

It's me, it's Nathalie.

Don't you recognize me?

Let me see We were together in school

I've changed, it's true

I have a husband, a child

What? Does that seem wild?

I wasn't the pretty one I was just her friend

The one you don't notice Who's hard to offend

I was the kind Who never said no

The kind that was easy Whose name you forgo

When some girls fall in love It's pure like a prayer

I'd fall in love Like you fall off a chair

Hi.

You haven't changed. It's almost vexing!

Yeah, right.

I'm gonna get ready.

Isn't your race at 5?

Yeah, but legend beckons. Get down, Max.

Tenreiro, go, go, go

- Tenreiro... - My hero.

That's right!

Later.

Well, let's go for a drink.

I dunno...

C'mon, let's get a drink.

Max, you coming?

You came back for your dad?

- How'd you know? - I saw him in the hospital.

I'm a midwife. I do a few hours there.

- What're you drinking? - I dunno.

- Hi. - How's it going?

Two draft beers.

Max, want something to drink?

A fruit punch.

- Beer ok with you? - Sure. I'll...

No. My treat.

Thanks.

- Your dad's a gas. - A gas?

Behind his gruffness, he makes me laugh.

Lucky you!

Thanks.

The hospital's full of geezers.

Like my parents, since they retired.

Your father's so full of life!

He couldn't help himself.

He'd go into the hospital kitchen, redo the menus.

Max, you coming?

Excuse me. Is anyone headed for Paris?

No, sorry.

Excuse me, guys.

Anyone going to Paris?

- Not tonight. - Or tomorrow.

- You sure? - Yep.

Paris, no way. But have a drink, Cécile.

Come sit with us.

Take a seat. You look out of sorts.

Pavel brought this back from Poland.

It's heavy-duty!

A magic potion.

- Makes you forget your troubles. - Good.

Top Chef doesn't have this!

Holy hell!

That's brutal!

C'mon!

- I'm gonna puke. - Married by year's end.

Married by year's end!

- Here, Jean-Marie. - Thanks.

My God, child!

You look like a zombie.

C'mere. I have a surprise for you.

Look who's here!

You ok?

Let's drink to this.

Here we go.

Isn't it a bit early?

I can get you an aspirin if you prefer.

What're you doing here?

What d'you mean?

I worried. Now you're coming home, now you're not.

We open in 10 days.

So you show up unannounced.

Hey, Sofiane, back to it!

We're talking!

What's with you?

Spritz

all around!

Help yourselves.

Bocuse, out!

Not my pants.

Out!

So,

gonna help us?

No.

Certainly not.

Here we serve traditional fare,

and Her Highness scorns it.

I never said that.

Oh didn't you?

I'll get my notebook.

- I've had enough. - Of us?

Or of what you downed last night?

Forget it.

Cécile!

Drop it.

Since she got here, she's been like a bear with a sore head.

You can't hold it against her, though.

It's complicated for her right now.

Yes, I know.

But hormones don't excuse everything.

Hormones?

What hormones?

Everyone's telling him to close, he could care less.

Get this:

The guy wrote in a notebook stuff I said

on Top Chef.

And are we ok?

What?

How so?

I mean...

I dunno...

What?

If there were a problem, you'd tell me?

I mean, between us?

Of course. Why?

Tonight I'm making my pasta alle vongole. Will you help?

Certo.

Fanfan!

Titi and Yolande are here.

Coming!

Hi.

- Sorry for yesterday. - Why're you here?

I shoulda warned you.

Coming through!

Bocuse, come!

Such a good dog!

Bocuse, outta the kitchen.

You're here?

Hi, Fanfan.

Can't keep you two apart.

Oh, the mini pies!

Not introducing us?

Raphaël, an old friend from junior high.

Sofiane, my man.

Pleased to meet you.

Cécile told me lots about you.

Funny, she never told me about you.

You have sausage on your mustache.

There.

I'll leave you to your pots and pans.

I'll get back to the guys.

Who's he?

The old man? My dad. Didn't I introduce you?

Haha. Seriously, who is he?

Raphaël, an old school friend.

The guy in the photo in your room?

Maybe. One of my school friends.

You know, we hung out together.

- A boyfriend? - No!

Don't be a pain. There's nothing between us.

Cécile.

Bravo!

- That was so good! - Delicious.

Thanks.

You've got talent. You could turn pro.

It's my mother who deserves the praise.

It's her recipe.

Then, bravo Fanfan!

Bravo Fanfan!

Isn't the kitchen closed?

It's Cécile's thing to end the evening.

Oh really?

Then she's changed.

Because her thing to end the evening

used to be the Sherwood.

What's the Sherwood?

- We can show you. - Yes, let's!

No.

- Yes! - C'mon!

- Cécile! - C'mon.

Sherwood?

And how!

- Let's go. - No.

Yes!

He doesn't know it.

I don't wanna go!

The Sherwood!

How we doin' on those cocktails?

- Coming right up. - The Cocktail King!

- Load 'em. - Of course.

Perfect. Not a drop lost.

- Just right. - Like Descartes.

Nothing's destroyed, only transformed.

Let's go drink inside.

It's three times the price.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

- Guys in the vibe - Raise your hand!

Girls in the vibe

Raise your hand!

- Guys sitting, on your feet - All in step!

Ready now, here we go

Those party nights Before we see the end of day

We're already in the mood, yay

Out on the floor, we groove ya

Got more style than Travolta

No time to lose We scout the ladies

Get some!

We're all about you babies

Every man wants to get some No less than a home run

Those party nights

We cruise for babes You know I'm right

So we'll end up together, you and I

That's why

We all love those party nights

Until dawn We love 'em until dawn, baby

Those party nights We all danced, even the DJ

We checked the bar Then cut loose our way

Shirts in the air Flappin' away

- Aaaah! - The guys would say

- Ooooh! - The girls would go

In the round It's her I clocked

She's so... My jaw dropped

Normally, I'd shy away But everything goes in

Those party nights

We cruise for babes You know I'm right

Oh yeah!

So we'll end up together, you and I

That's why!

We all love those party nights

Until dawn We love 'em until dawn, baby

They're all hot Only she burst my bubble

My jeans were bursting when...

What an asshole!

But why'd you lay into him like that?

Am I supposed to let him hit on you and do nothing?

You some kind of gangsta?

Gangsta? Please, shut up.

Excuse me?

Ya know what?

Let's not talk. We go to bed, go to sleep and basta.

Sofiane, what's with you?

What's your problem?

- You wanna know? - Yes.

You really wanna know?

Yes.

My chick's pregnant and isn't telling me.

That's my problem.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you know I'm not keeping it.

We agreed we didn't want children. Why tell you?

Maybe because when you're with someone

you talk things over.

You don't decide on your own.

I didn't decide on my own. We decided long ago.

So we're not allowed to talk about it? It's not carved in stone.

With time, we change.

We live, things happen.

We said something ten years ago and that's it...

- No changing our minds! - You changed yours?

That's not the point!

It is the point. Totally the point!

I told you from the start I didn't want children and you agreed.

If you still agree, where's the problem?

I just wish we could talk regardless of an ancient conversation.

- It's not a big ask. - But you agreed!

"You agreed!" You sound like a broken record.

No. You agreed.

When you love someone,

you agree even when you don't.

No.

When you love, you're honest. That's all.

Is this honest?

- Not telling me about this child? - There is no child.

It's not a child, it's an accident. That's all.

There is no child.

You call having a child with me an accident?

It's shitty to guilt-trip me.

I think it's better if you leave.

So your restaurant'll look like that?

It's nice.

Don't force yourself.

Look...

I'm sorry. I screwed up.

How was I to know?

But call him. Patch things up.

Sharing a restaurant is something.

If you say so.

- You ok? - Yes.

What're you doing?

Nothing.

After 40 years, can't you tell him you smoke?

But I don't smoke.

This RV is amusing...

with all your Italian stuff.

I'll tell ya...

You won't be back to Venice this year either.

What's a year or two at this point?

What does Dad really say about retiring?

He gives me words

Such idle words The same old words

Nothing but words

"Next attack, I quit. I promise."

Easy words Fragile words

Too good to be true

Far too good...

"I'll quit in a year, or two at the most."

The days for dreaming are long gone

Memories too can fade

When we forget them

"Retirement's for the half-hearted."

Caramels, candies and chocolates

"Can't leave the truckers by the roadside."

No thank you, not for me

Feel free to treat another woman

One who loves the wind and the scent of a rose

Candy-coated sweet nothings

Touch my lips

But never touch my heart

"Alright, I'll think it over."

Words, nothing but words

"I promise."

Words, nothing but words

"I swear, Fanfan!"

Words, nothing but words

"You piss me off!"

Words, words...

Words and more words

That you throw to the wind

Shit!

Cécile, I can see you!

Come on, don't be ridiculous. We can talk!

Down, Bocuse.

Open up!

You'll wake everyone up!

Then come down.

No!

Bocuse, get down!

You owe me an evening.

Nonsense!

Yeah, usually

first you spend an evening with a girl

and only after that, her man beats you up.

He beat me up, so you owe me.

Get lost.

No, wait! Seriously.

Please. Come down.

I want to take you somewhere.

Please!

Still far to go?

We're almost there.

Don't you open your eyes.

Careful, there's a staircase.

Easy! Don't open your eyes.

Don't open them. First step.

- I hate this. - First step!

A few more feet.

You can open your eyes now.

Remember those Saturday afternoons...

Yeah.

What?

Remember it was here we saw each other for the last time?

Yeah. We had a real good time.

For me, it's not such a good memory.

How come?

It was Saturday, June 16, 2001.

Like every Saturday, we were meeting at 3 PM.

Hi! I'll have a small... No, a medium, please.

Here. 10 francs.

Thanks.

Hey, guys!

Hey, Cess.

You good?

Where's Raph?

He's coming.

And like every Saturday,

you were late.

I wasn't late every time!

Yes, you were!

I was not.

Yes, you were!

I wondered what time you were going to show up.

I was afraid you wouldn't come.

I was leaving for Paris, this was it.

What time did I show up?

4:12 PM.

Hang on!

It's not time yet.

Right on time!

And still no skates.

Only clowns come to the rink to skate.

Right, guys?

All good?

Then, I was bored by myself.

While you were fascinated with Jennifer Perrichon.

She said "I mean" all the time. It was fascinating.

I mean, Mr. Schmitt's nice. But his face, I can't.

He's dog ugly!

When he talks, I mean, like what?

That's why my math average, I mean, isn't great.

I couldn't stand her, big-boob Perrichon!

But afterwards, there was this!

Yeah!

True.

Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby

Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby

Sing with me I want a woman like you

To take me to the end of the world

A woman like you

Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby

Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby

Sing with me I want a man like you

Bad boy, I'm sweet on you A man like you

When you sing, I blank

My worries seem to tank And my blues defuse

You make me feel like a muse

It's like I'm floating in space

I see that look on your face

It takes me back to our first night

Back to the party where it felt right

I feel that same closeness taking hold

When we're on stage shining and bold

When your voice meets mine

Your soul and my vibe intertwine

Woman, when you sing, you're sexy I always fall for my rock star baby

Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby

Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby

Sing with me I want a woman like you

Take me to the end of the world

A woman like you

Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby

Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby

Sing with me I want a man like you

To take me to the end of the world

A man like you

And I told myself, "For sure, he's gonna kiss me."

But, you clown, you went back to your pals.

You ok?

No.

Cécile?

I think I'm having a miscarriage.

I'm going home.

- What? You're pregnant? - Yes.

Don't worry. I'll...

I'm going home,

I'll rest, I'll sleep, I'll be fine.

Let me take you to the hospital.

No. I'll be ok. I'm not waiting hours in ER.

It's pointless.

I'm going home.

Look...

Come with me.

What?

Come on.

In here.

Wait here a sec.

Follow me.

Lift your t-shirt

and undo your jeans.

It's going to be cold.

Let's see if everything's alright.

There it is.

There's nothing alarming.

Be sure to get a sonogram.

But everything seems fine.

Are you ok?

Here, wipe yourself off.

This baby's not good news?

It's alright.

Ok?

You have a good month to make a decision.

So don't panic.

You're free to do what you want.

Thank you.

You ok?

Yes.

Shall we?

This is Sofiane Garbi's voicemail. Leave a message.

Hi.

Look...

I wanted to say I'm sorry...

I wanted to apologize.

I wasn't able to talk to you the way I wanted to.

I'm sorry, I couldn't...

I wasn't able to.

There.

We should have said everything. I wasn't able to say

what I wanted to say.

Please forgive me.

I was too afraid of losing you, I was afraid...

we'd lose each other.

I can't keep this child.

I don't want to.

That's how it is.

And I really hope

that you'll forgive me and I...

I love you.

Bye.

Got any coffee left?

- Here it comes. - Go ahead.

She wanted a child

And I wasn't so keen

Yet it didn't take much at all

Using her arguments

To make me a papa

Cécile

My girl

When her belly filled out

Laughing out loud

She told me, "You can be proud

"We are having a boy"

And here you are

Cécile

My girl

And I know soon enough

You too will be having

Ideas and romances as well

Sweet words on your chest

And strong hands on your hose

Cécile

My girl

As for me

I'll wait up for you all night

Till you slip in at daylight

But when morning comes I'm the one who will blush

To see your eyes all aflush

Cécile

My girl

No way.

For the desire we have

To choose our own way

Keep our feelings in play

Hear what our heart has to say

To behold wide-eyed

Every starry sky

Reach out a hand

To what destiny's planned

Yearn even more, tomorrow again

Leave one day for good

Our love never would

Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track

Savor moments we can play back

Leave one day with no trace

Forget even your face

Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track

Aim for tomorrow, start from scratch

For the love that you give

That can't be short-lived

A love that we forgive

For a dream we never outlive

For the pleasure newfound

Of freedom unbound

Open your eyes With no goodbyes

Empty your mind Reach for the skies

Leave one day for good

Our love never would

Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track

Savor moments we can play back...

LEAVE ONE DAY

Subtitles by Mariette Kelley & Cynthia Schoch

Subtitling: TransPerfect Media France