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Brigitte Lahaie: Love and you.

Hello, everyone! Are we free beings?

Or do we repeat situations experienced by our parents?

What do you think? Feel free to call 3216.

Georges Poliakoff is going to talk to us about it today.

You're a psychotherapist and the author of the book

From Generation to Generation. Good morning, George.

Hi, Brigitte.

You say that we reproduce pleasant

or painful events experienced by our ancestors.

Pleasant, okay, but why painful?

Out of solidarity for the suffering of our parents.

Deciding to be happier than them would be like abandoning them.

We have…

Are we going to listen to this every day?

But it's really interesting!

Take an interest in me, too.

The butcher is closed. Like all stores on Mondays.

And then we're surprised.

It's open on Saturdays.

Who goes on Saturdays?

All of France except you.

What time are the children coming?

At 8 p.m. I've said it three times.

Are you feeling better?

I'm getting used to it.

Alice, repeated abortions aren't exactly a good habit.

I know.

And everything else, cigs, booze and substances, aren't healthy.

I know.

I should get married and drink carrot juice.

The idea makes me want to smoke.

It's not funny. I saw your file…

It's an emergency. I'm going back to the OR.

Have I become sterile?

I don't know. No one can tell.

For now, nature will decide.

Take care.

See you tonight at Mom and Dad's.

Come on, it's ours.

When you go in, say hello, no hands in pockets, no chewing gum,

tighten your tie, and try to look concerned.

Mr. Celliers, you are the CEO of the company Solidarity Rice,

which is in default of payments.

Exactly.

You indicate paying the rice crop bill in advance.

You work with Laos.

Two storms in six months, no more rice or customers.

What are you going to do about it?

My client wants to mortgage his apartment.

Mr. Celliers, you are the son of--

That's right. My client is the son of Henry Celliers.

Very well.

Given your seriousness and professionalism,

you are granted three months of observation.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

And…

Say hi to your dad.

Don't make that face.

You have to be ready to leave a woman you've been living with for 12 years.

You'll be ready.

Here you are.

Your bifocal glasses.

Shall we go for dinner?

I'm having dinner at my parents' house.

Too bad.

All right?

You don't say anything.

Nothing to say.

-Shall we go to mine? -You're going home, yes.

-I'll get you free stuff. -I didn't ask for anything.

I'm out of here.

-Where's your guy? -What?

Fuck!

Take her to the station!

It's nice when Mady cooks for you.

Your mom doesn't cook so well.

Have you finished? Come on, put on your pajamas and go to bed.

Come on.

You see, Antoine,

my predictions were correct.

The CAC 40 is going very badly.

It happens. I'm going to help Beatrice.

I wonder what Antoine is doing with such a woman.

Or what she's doing with Antoine.

She may be a geneticist, but she doesn't know the sex appeal gene.

What's Alice doing? Her lateness gets on my nerves.

-Champagne. -Thank you, darling.

-Dad. -Thank you, darling.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

-Not too many dead this week? -It's been okay, thanks.

Honestly, I admire you.

I couldn't have done such a disgusting job.

-Didn't you want to be a nurse? -It's true. I forgot.

It's a good thing I met your father.

A nurse in Maubeuge…

I will never understand the people who dedicate their lives to others.

Don't worry, honey, it's not going to happen to you.

Don't touch the socket. Unscrew and shake the bulb.

The light bulb, not the lamp.

Yes, you can do it.

If you shake it and it makes a noise, it's broken.

-If there's no noise… -Move!

I'll call you.

You're going to get 15 years!

-I'll take care of it. -Give us your guy or suffer.

Papon, leave it, I'm telling you.

Call me Papon once more--

Leave us. Move.

He's so stupid.

Imagine him every day.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Who was that guy?

I don't know his name. We met at a cafe and slept together once, that's all.

I don't know anything about him, except that he put it in my bag.

-It's a little weird, isn't it? -What?

Sleeping with a stranger.

We're less attached, like that.

Do you often sleep with men without liking them?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Do you like the women you sleep with?

I sleep with my wife.

Does that surprise you?

Married men usually look happier.

Why do you take this shit?

I only take it when I'm sad.

Were you?

Children?

No.

Do you want them?

No. I don't like life enough.

I understand.

What's going to happen to me?

It'll make the pigeons soar.

Is that yours?

My father was a painter.

Did he stop?

Yes. He's dead.

A long time ago. I was five.

No, thank you.

You're free to go.

What's your growth index?

Antoine, I'm talking to you.

Have you started your business plan or your growth curve?

Do you earn money or not?

Lots of it.

Is this a pistachio party?

-I hope nothing happened to her-- -Nothing ever happens to your daughter.

She's an artist overwhelmed by her creation.

She doesn't call to let us know that she'll be late.

She got held up. But she's coming, she'll be here soon.

-In that case, let's wait. -No. Let's go to the table.

And you, stop with your cards.

Good evening.

Your rice has disappeared from my organic shop.

The manager couldn't tell me why.

Alice, don't you like my biryani?

I don't like rice.

What are you eating, then?

Nothing, like the time with the paella and risotto.

Since Antoine started selling rice, it's all we eat.

If he sold toilets, we'd eat shit.

The things you paint are shit.

You're not even good at it.

That's enough!

Your dad is recovering from a heart attack.

We're here to celebrate my retirement as a family.

Your behavior is awful.

Plus, I had pretty good news.

What's that?

I realized I'm not going to live forever.

I want to sort out my affairs.

I'm going to sell the building in the 10th,

and you will share the money.

There you go.

So this…

It's good news. It's a really good idea.

And where am I going to live?

I've been thinking about it.

I'll buy you a workshop in a beautiful area, not far from here.

But I'm fine where I am! We don't need your money.

Can't we make a living on our own? Are we a charity cause or what?

-I thought you'd be happy. -I am.

Is she leaving already?

I'd like it if we renovated the building and made it a place.

What place?

A place to paint, where we could house students

or unemployed people.

People need to work to pay rent.

Without Dad you'd still be a loser at Maubeuge.

That's enough already!

Sit down.

We're going to talk.

That's very generous.

Alice is always generous with other people's money.

The world is too materialistic.

Yes. It's a very generous idea.

I wouldn't have to pay taxes.

If no one wants more rice, I'll get dessert.

I also have news.

Your father and I are going to celebrate our 45th wedding anniversary.

I'm counting on you.

The last Saturday in June.

-It's beautiful, isn't it? -Yes.

My shrink said you'll never commit without questioning your roots.

You don't wonder about your childhood or your dad.

-That's strange. -What a nice, romantic weekend.

I've been waiting 20 years for your transfer

and to have a child together. My shrink says maybe--

Stop with your shrink. Talk about yourself.

Why don't you tell him?

Doesn't he ask why you've spent 20 years with a guy who doesn't suit you?

-I love you. -Do you love me?

Yes.

But I'm screwing up your life.

-Is that it? -I'm pregnant.

Three months. I'll keep it. And everything's fine.

Have you decided?

No, not yet.

Good morning.

Has this house been abandoned for a long time?

It's been empty for ten years.

No one wants it. It's falling apart. Why?

I lived there when I was a kid.

There was a painter back in the day.

-Thank you. -Goodbye.

-I don't like this house. -I thought your shrink would be happy.

-You should have asked me. -Yes.

But we don't talk a lot right now.

And financially?

In any case, you're not going to pay for it.

That sweater doesn't suit you at all.

I'd like to see you smile. You look sad.

You could say Leo Ferré.

I've arranged catering and champagne.

I told you I didn't want to.

I invited 200 people, the Unions, the Rotary Club…

We can't just give them beer.

But renting Versailles?

It's better to exhibit there than in your squat.

You're attracted to sad things.

I don't have a taste for happiness.

We can live without being happy. Happiness is boring.

I know that.

I've always been very happy.

When you have everything, life isn't exciting.

-It must be awful. -You're so sensitive!

You still don't have a man.

-Do you want some advice? -No.

You should be more practical. Men are like dogs.

If you want a nice companion, get a Labrador, not a pit bull.

If you don't, you'll cry over your scars.

Who is it? He's so annoying. Your father again.

-What does he want? -Croquettes.

What were you thinking? Throwing 200 grams of coke out the window,

destruction of evidence, an unjustified acquittal of the suspect…

I can save you the internal affairs and support your transfer in the south-west.

I'd rather stay in Paris. I'll do the night shifts.

What's the matter, Jacques?

Why are you giving up?

You were the best.

-Am I going to die? -No. It's worse.

You're in a lot of trouble.

Thank you.

-I knew about it. -The tower, the hanged man. What a mess.

Everything falls apart… I went bankrupt.

Look. The cards are upside down.

It's a big deal.

Can't we turn them over?

I can't see… The best card in your set is death.

Not that filth.

I'm anxious.

Take natural remedies. I dunno… eat sardines.

Sardines?

They're great for mental health. Full of Omega 3.

I'm glad I came to see you. You've been a great help. Thanks.

Are you sorry?

You know that house is bad luck for me.

Why did you buy it? To hurt me?

I'll set it on fire.

Now leave me alone. You won't get anything.

Anyway, I have no money.

-What about Dad's paintings? -Don't touch the last one.

How did you think I've been all this time?

You never come to see me. You only come to steal.

Too late. There's nothing left.

When you put me in boarding school after Dad died…

Did you come to see me?

You were already obsessed with your grief. I'm naive.

I thought you'd help me.

It's appalling.

If I had seen these horrors, I wouldn't have invited your friends.

What do I look like?

A bad mother.

I love Alice.

-She stands out. -She isn't exactly Van Gogh.

Van Gogh had no success in his lifetime.

Because of people like you.

Maybe cutting off an ear would give her some talent.

And she wouldn't have to hear your crap anymore.

Mr. Prosecutor, how nice of you to have come.

-Augustin, how are you? -Good, thank you.

It's really great. Honestly, it's great.

Alice's work is interesting.

And it's very contemporary.

I love it. We're so proud of her.

You're a great artist. What you're doing is great.

-That's nice. -It's not nice, it's honest.

-What did Mom say? -That she should have breastfed me.

I'm going to get a drink.

What are we going to do? You don't want to mortgage the flat!

Antoine, change your tone, please.

I'm sorry.

-I'm awful when I see my family. -I'd noticed.

Tell your dad everything.

No. He invested in the company.

He won't eat you.

Yes, exactly!

What? I don't dare.

You're 45. Cut the cord.

Right. I'm going in.

Let me calm down and I'll come.

I hope it's not as bad as last time.

The "ratatouille" exhibition. It was just vegetables.

I love you whether you're bankrupt or not.

I wonder why.

Me too.

Are they buying?

They may be hesitant to hang these works in their living rooms.

Take the five most expensive.

Yes, sir.

-Sorry. -No, it's fine.

It's beautiful. So original.

It changes the way you see courgettes.

Are you still sad tonight?

Either way, your sweater is nice.

Do you sleep at night?

Yes. Don't you?

No. Loneliness keeps me awake.

I've been married for 20 years.

I sleep well.

Another drink?

Miss!

-Sorry. -It's fine.

-We'll have another round. -The last one. We're closing.

Thank you.

I feel like I'm destroying everything I touch.

In my case, there's not much left to destroy.

Just like your Madonnas.

They're amazing.

They don't look happy.

The Madonnas are sulking.

Look at classical paintings.

They look like adverts for post-natal depression.

Imagine. An angel tells you you're having a child,

and you didn't ask for one.

I guess.

Did you get in trouble the other night?

No.

I have to go.

When will we see each other?

As soon as possible.

I called you all night.

The operators didn't know where you were.

Your mother is dead.

The hospital called at 3 a.m. I'm sorry.

We wanted to leave, and it started to rain.

I rented a movie, Hulk. It's violent. If I'd known--

Try The Exorcistnext time.

I'm going around in circles.

-Anyway-- -Play golf.

Improve your handicap if you can.

I've decided to help you.

I'm going to manage your company.

You will be able to explore more.

That's kind, but there's no need.

I'm a really good businesswoman.

It's true! Thanks to me, Alice sold five paintings.

You don't have to pay me.

You know, I run my company my way.

I've been a great boss for 40 years.

And I'm a little boss.

Right. Kids, come on, let's go.

Bye.

-What did you have for your snack? -Nothing.

Didn't you have a snack? You should have asked.

Let your father run your business.

-Mom, I'm fine! -One day a week.

Do me a favor.

He's so clingy.

I never thought a boss could be so soft.

If it carries on, I'll end up voting for the left.

Be nice to him. He had a heart attack.

Think of me, I'm so--

-Thank you. Goodbye, kids. -Bye.

Come on, let's go.

As you can imagine, there is almost nothing left

in your mother's estate.

On the other hand, it's very difficult to explain.

There are 30 numbered canvases left in the estate

painted by your father.

Impossible. He died 45 years ago and left everything to my mother.

No.

Just over 45 years ago

Oscar de Parentis, your dad, came to see me.

He was very concerned. He had fallen in love

with a young woman who was pregnant with his child.

As he couldn't acknowledge the paternity of the child,

your dad asked me to plan in his will

that when he died, that child inherited 30 paintings.

He couldn't have known that he would die soon after.

-But where's that kid? -I don't know.

I don't even know if he was born.

How is that possible?

When the will was read,

I asked your mother to hand over the paintings.

But she couldn't find them. They were gone.

I loved your mother very much.

So let's say I decided not to push my investigations further.

But if you find the paintings, and if that child exists,

you should know that they don't belong to you.

Your father gave it to me at the time as payment.

He had no money. Today, it's worth a fortune.

Thank you.

-Madeleine Lanson? -That was her maiden name.

I only know that part.

It was in 1962.

I've never seen my dad's writing before.

Thank you.

-I really liked the fruit bowl. -It sucks as a gift.

You'd like that for your anniversary--

What anniversary is it?

-Asbestos. -Ruby. A lifetime together.

-Find something. I'll write a check. -Dad already has everything.

And for Mom, what she needs can't be bought.

Alice, I want to talk to you about your building.

So you want to kick me out? What a great family spirit!

You only think about money.

You're being hard on him. He's not well.

He's never well. He eats too much rice.

You're silly.

I'll call you.

FATAL MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT

There's a 45-year-old fetus that's going to inherit 30 paintings

from a guy he's never met.

It's unbelievable.

What about the paintings?

I searched. They're not here. Not in the safe.

I don't get it.

If I were him, I would have destroyed them.

No. It wasn't his style.

Wow, I had the same one when I was little.

I stole it. My snitch of a brother told my mom.

She wanted me to give it back. She looked for it everywhere, in vain.

Where was it?

Under her bed, in her room. She never looked there.

What did you say?

Come.

You were right. He must have destroyed them.

Maybe the owners have them.

Come on, we've wasted enough time.

She's dead. I didn't say goodbye.

What was that?

-Are you hurt? -No.

Come on.

Let's go. I'm choking.

-It's all because of that whore. -He was in love.

So what?

That's no reason to abandon his wife and child.

He was a liar.

-He didn't lie, but he said nothing. -That's worse.

It's not going to happen like this. I'm going to ruin that bastard's life.

-He had nothing to do with it. -And me?

I had nothing to do with it either. I'm not going to suffer on my own.

What will you do to him?

I don't know.

We share the paintings or he gets nothing.

And I'll buy the house.

My whole childhood, all my memories, are here.

Right, come on. Let's go.

No.

I don't want to see her face all day under my nose.

You're right. I'll put them back.

That's right.

There's something huge.

I don't know what it is.

It's huge.

You see, like…

Something you don't want to see.

I've got shit in my eyes, right?

There you go.

What worries me the most

is this reversed emperor.

I see a brown man approaching…

A man of power.

And he doesn't just mean well.

And then death is there again.

Perfect! You said that death was a cool card.

Who is it?

I'm not expecting anyone.

That's him. It's the man.

All right?

-I'm not bothering you, am I? -No.

Actually, yes.

Yes. I'm with a client.

A big client. We're negotiating.

-Is it going okay? -Yes.

It's huge. It's pure business.

Don't do anything like last time. Have me re-read the contract first.

Right. Well, I won't disturb you.

-I'm going to play golf. -Golf? Well, great.

Yes. It's your mother who's forcing me.

She says it's good for my heart.

There you go.

-I'm annoying her. -Of course not.

Well, I'm sorry…

Yes. Shall we meet next week?

If you want.

For me, having an empty diary is a little…

Yes, it's sad. Right, Dad… Off you go.

This Madonna is pretty, right?

Yes. very. She makes you want to have children.

I got it for cheap. It's signed.

-Oscar de Parentis. -No idea.

-Don't you see it? -No.

It's you.

-Why do you say that? -Because it's you.

Yes. There is…

A little resemblance. A look of Julie Christie.

-We all had the same hair back then. -Stop it. You slept with the painter.

Did I sleep with the painter? Are you on drugs?

He's Antoine's father.

Help me instead of talking shit.

In 1962, you were expecting Antoine.

It's not a scoop. We were married.

We lived on the fifth floor without a lift at 5 Cathedral Street, Maubeuge.

I got pregnant and threw up for nine months.

You're so mental I wonder if you're really my daughter.

-I don't know what came over me. -Me neither.

Have you thought about seeing a doctor?

Ah, you're here!

For once, I decided to strike with the others.

I can't stand my Year 10 class.

For them, Cornelius should go on X Factor.

Don't you have work?

I made a mistake. I'm waiting for my transfer.

A mistake?

It doesn't matter, it's a long story.

-You should have said. -I didn't want to worry you.

Honestly, I'm relieved.

I thought you were acting weird. I thought you had someone else.

I've got someone.

Rubbish.

My shrink is right.

You feel too guilty to cheat on a pregnant woman.

You always agree with your shrink.

Have a child together.

The train from Maubeuge will arrive at platform 11.

-Why did you go to Maubeuge? -To see the cathedral.

My wife is pregnant.

How long have you known?

I just found out.

How far along is she?

Four and a half months.

Are you joking? Didn't you notice anything?

Yes.

Did you think she'd just put on weight?

I was afraid to tell you.

Afraid to say it's over?

Good. This story was doomed from the start.

Don't say that. That's not true.

We're going to be fine.

-No, I don't think so. -Yes.

I'm going to settle this inheritance, and I'm going to leave her.

It isn't very classy.

Not now, after.

I don't love her anymore.

So you're giving her a child. Nice breakup gift.

Stop it. Four months ago, we didn't know each other.

It wasn't planned. You or the baby.

Stay with her. Don't copy your dad, and spare us the motorbike accident.

Even if you don't have to make decisions.

At Bon Marché, we saw your friend.

The one with the twins. They're well-behaved!

We talked for 20 minutes, and they were quiet.

Amazing.

These days, parents no longer set boundaries.

I did it with you.

And we've all blossomed.

Exactly!

I was against all those shrinks like Dolto. They never worked for me.

Except once.

I took the complete works to give Alice a good hiding.

The twins don't speak because they're deaf.

What do you mean?

-A deformity. They were born deaf. -That's tragic.

Everyone's got their battles.

The mother won't hear what they think of her.

Where's Antoine gone?

Antoine?

-I'm coming. -All right?

Are you okay?

What do you care?

I care, I assure you.

It's the first time. I have to get used to it.

What's the matter? You don't look good.

Yes, I do. I'm fine.

-Are you sure? -Sure.

Can you pass me some rice, please? Thank you.

I'm still going to call the doctor.

It's just a dizzy spell.

-It must be the rice. -It's nothing.

She's too sensitive. She imagines things.

That's enough, Mady!

It's Jacques.

-Hi. Shall I pass you to Alice? -Give me the phone.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you right away,

but it doesn't change anything for me because… I love you with all my heart.

I think of you every second. I can't bear to be apart from you.

Please don't leave me.

I've never trusted someone as much.

I've been waiting for you all my life.

My dear love.

What are you doing, my love?

I'm calling my MI5 friends to find the identity of my enemy.

-Want a coffee? -No thanks.

Hi Jacques, here is the information.

Madeleine Lanson. Lives in Paris.

Wife of Henry Celliers. Three children: Antoine, Alice and Annabelle.

MESSAGE DELETED.

HELLO, JACQUES! YOU HAVE NO NEW MESSAGES.

-Good morning. -Good morning, Mrs. Celliers.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-All right. Hold on. -Go!

Excuse me. Yes?

I didn't get your e-mail. What did it say?

Can you repeat?

Yes!

You knew as soon as you saw the paintings.

Why didn't you say anything?

Let go of me. It hurts.

I'm sorry. I wasn't sure.

I can't believe it.

I love you, Jacques.

Of course. In fact, you're lying. Just like all the others.

-I was afraid you'd leave me. -It's over.

Your family destroys people's lives.

You're a lowlife. You don't love anyone.

You know what? Let's go back to our families. It's better that way.

Our families? You've never had one.

I'm not inspired by yours.

Don't you dare talk about my family.

From now on, it's every man for himself.

There you have the legs. And there's the head.

Oops! It just turned around.

-Do you want to know the sex? -Yes.

It's a girl.

I'll be back in five minutes.

SOLIDARITY RICE. BANKRUPT.

Okay. Thank you.

Wait, kids.

-Hey! Bye, then. -Give your dad a kiss.

-Work hard. -I'll finish early.

See you tonight.

Are you okay, Antoine? Any problems?

I'm fine, thank you.

SOLIDARITY RICE

Jacques Parentis, financial crime unit.

But I wasn't warned.

With all the crooks, we don't give warnings anymore.

It's more spontaneous.

Er, yes, I get it.

Come in.

Well… this is the reception, with the phone.

Right now, I'm taking calls from my office.

Do you want to see the accounts?

Ah!

-That's weird. -What?

This line. "Stock: 300,000 euros."

It's not weird. I sell rice, I have to get stock.

Yes, right.

It all sounds a bit shady.

Are you in debt?

Yes. You've seen it.

Yes, I saw. I've seen other balance sheets.

I can't remember everything. How much?

185,000 euros.

That's awful.

Where will you get it?

I don't know.

I pity you.

All that worry.

Yes.

My heart's been racing ever since I testified.

Luckily.

Luckily, your heart still beats, because if it didn't beat anymore…

you'd be dead.

Yes.

Hi, honey.

You don't have to kiss me, but you can say hello.

You wanted to see me, so here I am.

Don't you have anything to say? Good. I've got things to do.

No, stay.

-Where were they? -In the cathedral of Maubeuge.

The cathedral is beautiful, but it doesn't exist.

Come out, please, Alice.

It was stupid. I'm sorry.

Where did you meet him?

At the Arts College in Bordeaux.

He was my drawing teacher.

I was 18.

I had just been accepted.

Did you paint?

Yes.

Painting was my whole life.

It was love at first sight.

I was already engaged to your father, and Oscar was married.

I got pregnant.

But it wasn't an accident.

I wanted his child more than anything.

When I told him…

he said he wouldn't leave his wife.

The mother of his son, as he said.

Because of his five-year-old son. He loved him so much.

I was young. I thought he would change his mind.

One night, we had a fight.

I threatened to tell his wife everything, to ruin his life.

He left in a rage.

Two days later, I learned that he had died on a motorbike.

On the way home.

I broke up with your father.

The scandal broke, my parents cut me off, I quit…

I dropped out of Fine Arts.

It was too hard. I ended up getting sick.

Your father found out. He came back and…

offered to go ahead with our marriage.

I haven't touched a paintbrush since.

Still, I was good at it.

Less than you, but talented.

That was the deal with your father.

I accepted it for Antoine.

I swear I didn't know Oscar had left his paintings to him.

I don't know what to do. I've tried everything.

Nothing works.

150,000 euros isn't asking for much.

185,000!

Yes, 185,000.

But… don't you have any savings?

Can't your father help you?

Oh, absolutely not.

He gave me money for my companies.

He mustn't find out about this.

Yes, I understand. It isn't easy.

I'm going to tell you something.

But… I'd like to keep it between us.

I promise.

My father…

He scares the hell out of me.

Ever since I was a kid.

He judges me.

To him, I'm a loser.

He's not completely wrong.

You could say he likes it when I screw up.

So I screw up.

Would he want to hurt you?

Yes.

Without wanting to pry, what's your father like?

My father?

I mean, I don't know.

-He's dead. -You're so lucky!

Excuse me.

Sorry.

We must throw away the paintings.

Why?

Antoine mustn't know. We have to protect him.

What are you doing? Stop it!

Mom, they're Antoine's. Don't touch them!

No! They're mine.

Here's what you're going to do.

You're going to go to Oscar's son and offer him money.

Ask him how much he wants. I'll pay. Offer him--

-No, I'm not going! -Yes, you'll go.

If this guy loved you, he would never have thrown you out.

You don't need to endanger your family for a money-hungry bastard.

I don't think you have any maternal instinct at all.

You're going to shut up, and you're going to obey me.

No, I'm not going to fix your bullshit!

Your father just had a heart attack.

It wouldn't be good for his health

to learn that his darling daughter is sleeping with Oscar's son.

I'm warning you…

If your father dies, it'll be your fault.

Not everyone can have a heart.

I'll keep a copy of your balance sheet.

I'll come back for further audits.

And then, concerning your problems…

I'll think about it and try to find a solution.

That's very kind. Thank you very much.

I didn't know such open-minded officers existed.

And nice ones, too.

Me neither.

I wanted to tell you…

-It was good to talk to you. -That's why we're here.

Hold on.

Thank you. Bye, Mr. Celliers.

See you soon.

CALLING… JACQUES

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I think I have the solution.

What's left of the estate, namely, the paintings,

belongs to that child.

-Is there anything for you? -Nothing.

It's disgusting.

That's for sure.

These problems are crazy.

Tell me about yourself again.

Have you found the child?

Yes. And in fact, I approached him.

So what's he like?

Completely away with the fairies.

But he's nice.

That's great news.

If he's got a heart, he'll share them.

And from what I understand…

he's stuck. You've got the canvases.

-At a first glance, yes. -When will you tell him?

Pretty soon.

Actually, now.

Well, go ahead, then.

Well, no, because I arranged to meet him here.

Here? Why?

It's convenient.

In fact…

He's already here.

Sorry to tell you like this.

There aren't 36,000 ways to do this.

It was a shock to me, too.

And you, then…

If we have the same father, you are…

kind of my…

Distant, yes. But we don't have to love each other.

I'll give you half the paintings and keep the rest.

You pay your debts, I buy the house…

And everyone's happy. It's fine.

Yes. A real brotherly love.

What if I refuse?

-Why? -I don't like your methods.

I'll send your fake dad a copy of your balance sheet. If you get me.

You're a real bastard.

I didn't know.

You don't go out much.

Before, I was a good guy.

It's life that changes you.

After a while, you don't see the point of behaving well.

Well… being a good guy is just fine.

As I have no choice…

See you at the lawyer's office on Friday at 4 p.m.

After that, I promise, I won't bother you anymore.

Dad? What are you doing here?

We had plans.

I'm Antoine's dad.

Nice to meet you.

Oh yes, but I…

I can't anymore, because I…

I have an appointment with this gentleman.

Yes.

I've just got here. We were going to get to work.

-Big negotiations. -Well, definitely…

I can attend the interview.

It's better not to.

You know we're not hiding anything.

Yes, I understand.

-Where do you work? -It doesn't matter.

Well, then…

In that case…

Gentlemen…

I'll call you, okay?

-Ma'am, please? -Yes?

-It looks too concentrated. -Correct…

Excuse me.

What are you doing here? Why the long face?

-I need to talk to you. -I can't. It's an exam.

Two seconds. Everything's falling apart.

If you want to tell me you're leaving me, fire away.

What's going on?

Remember, in medicine, I was bad at genetics?

Yes, you failed the exam four times and dropped out.

Two blue-eyed parents can't have dark-eyed children, right?

-Yes. -Yes.

Everyone understood except me. You know why?

Your parents have blue eyes, and you don't.

Exactly. You got it right away.

But… then…

Did you always know?

Yes, I did. I'm a geneticist.

In fact… everyone knew, except me. You all thought I was an idiot.

Even you.

Antoine!

Antoine, wait. No one thought you were an idiot.

You didn't want to see it.

-And what would have changed? -Everything would have changed.

Your father is Henry.

No. He's not my real father.

What's a real father? One like mine, who left when I was two?

And Henry has flaws, but has always been there.

-It's easy to give money. -No. Some people don't give anything away.

It's not just money. It's his ways.

That's right, yes.

Antoine!

Thank you for reminding me that I failed medicine.

We're going to be a family now.

-Did you request your transfer? -Yes.

I mean, I'm going to do it.

I've been thinking about the house.

We should get rid of it and build a modern one.

With a pool. Right?

How beautiful. A pregnant woman.

She looks happy.

I'd like to have a child with you.

Me too.

No, not here. I already told you.

I need to see Jacques de Parentis.

-He doesn't work here. -Yes he does.

Scream, and you're dead.

I told you I'd see to you.

Where's Jacques?

Hey!

This car is making a weird noise.

Yes, I need to take it to the garage, but I haven't got time.

-How are your dizzy spells? -My dizzy spells?

You had…

Oh right, no. It's fine now.

-Where are we going? -To look for your paintings.

-I don't want them. Take them. -Look…

They're mine.

It's funny, but I don't want them anymore either.

What about your company?

I don't give a crap. It's not a company, it's a coffin.

-And your house? -The same.

Hello?

Alice! How are you?

Is Dad there?

Of course.

Send him away.

I'm in jail.

I'll explain later. I swear to God

that I didn't do anything, I swear. Get me out of here, please.

-Are you at the club in Senegal? -It's horrible! Help me!

Are you having a good time? Are you making friends?

It's horrible here!

I'll pick you up at the airport. I'll hand you over to your dad.

Honey, are you in Senegal? I didn't know.

Hello? It's cut off.

Hello?

You know what?

I had a dream last night.

I was walking with a very heavy plastic bag.

Then after a while, I opened the bag to see what was in it.

-Do you know what was in it? -Nope.

A massive shit.

I closed the bag, put it on the ground and carried on with my journey.

And then I heard big sobs.

So I turned around. And you know what?

Nope.

It was the plastic bag crying.

It was crying.

I got closer.

And I said to it: "Get lost."

"I don't need you anymore. Leave me alone."

And I left.

-It's a beautiful dream, isn't it? -Wonderful.

It's because of you.

Behaving like a bastard… you changed my life.

I don't know how to thank you.

You're welcome.

Right…

Anyway… I'm still going to show you the paintings.

Why not? I've never seen my mother naked.

It was your sister who took them.

-My sister… which one? -Alice!

Alice?

I don't get it.

I'm used to it. I'm never told anything.

Yes, it's me.

I changed my phone number.

The one that appears is the right one.

And… I hope you're okay.

And then…

I should tell you that I'm with my brother.

Well, your brother. I'll explain it to you.

Call me back.

Big kisses. I love you.

It's funny.

You're the only family I have left.

We can make a move!

Maybe we can be friends, then?

Yes.

Let's take a picture.

Come on.

Right…

-It's beautiful. -Yes.

My daughter doesn't sell drugs.

She's an artist, who doesn't sell anything, by the way.

Yes, I get it,

but that's no reason to lock everyone up.

Huh?

I'm counting on you, Augustin.

On your diligence and discretion.

Thank you.

There you go.

He'll call your mobile to tell you when she gets out.

Perfect.

I have to take care of our wedding anniversary. The catering and--

I wonder if we're not making a mistake with Antoine.

Why have we kept it a secret for all these years?

To make a family, my friend.

What a question!

I love you, you know.

I love you so much. So much. But I…

I can't show it.

I'm not made to do it. Do you understand?

And you've always been hard with me.

Even in the maternity ward you refused my milk.

It's when people are alive that you have to love them.

When they're dead, it's too late. When they're gone, they're gone.

We're heading for disaster.

-What have you done in three months? -Nothing.

My sister told me it was over, so…

-What does your sister do? -She reads cards.

-Are you kidding me? -No.

I know.

Me too, funnily enough.

The president of the court called me.

He's a friend and…

I didn't know how to tell you.

I mean, it's all sorted out.

I saw the judge, and I'm going to be able to bail out the company.

I don't want to.

-It's silly… -We didn't ask you.

It's the best thing for you…

What do you know?

I've done everything I can to please you. Did you ever wonder what I liked?

So, what do you truly like in life?

What do I like?

I don't know anymore, because I do things that bore me.

I'll leave you to it.

I'm just like all fathers. I only want your happiness.

Like all fathers? That's rich!

If you really want my happiness,

leave me alone.

What were you doing? I've been waiting two hours for the cake.

I have to go.

There's no rush.

My parents are waiting for me.

Annabelle, I wanted to tell you…

I feel good with you.

I don't give a damn.

You know what? You'll never leave her.

-Why do you say that? -I'm pregnant.

Are you kidding?

No.

I'm keeping it.

You're not serious, are you? I'm married. Have you thought about her?

Are you going to leave your wife?

Not like that.

She's the one who's going to leave you.

-Did you read it in your cards? -No, I called her and told her.

You have to know who you're living with.

-Are you sure? -Yes. I can't carry on lying.

I'm going to tell Valérie everything.

I'll call you.

I love you.

Me too.

MADY & HENRY 45 YEARS OF LOVE

We're losing him!

-Let's shock him. -Where's Christian?

We need to shock him. Intubation.

And the pads.

-Shit! -It's over.

No.

-Stop it! -Be quiet! Stop it.

What are they doing? I said 8 p.m.

Mady? Should I really be here?

Of course, you're family.

She's so annoying!

I'm going to leave.

Where?

I'm leaving you.

At this hour? What's the matter with you?

I'm tired.

Spending 45 years trying to please a woman who doesn't love you. It's tiring.

I've always been happy with you.

Yes?

Good.

Well…

It doesn't matter anymore.

You're not going to leave me alone in this house, right?

Not alone. With Oscar.

I'm going to take a left bank apartment. I like it.

I never liked the right bank.

It was for you.

MADY & HENRY 45 YEARS OF LOVE

It's disgusting.

No more so than staying with someone you don't love anymore.

I'll take care of the baby.

It's not her I'm leaving, it's you.

I'll be a good dad. I want to, too.

I want to thank

Henry Celliers, donor of the Oscar de Parentis Foundation,

which helped renovate the house,

Antoine Celliers and Jacques de Parentis, owners of the museum,

and finally, Alice Celliers,

painter and instigator of the foundation

to welcome young talents.

OSCAR DE PARENTIS MUSEUM AND FOUNDATION

I'm happy for you, son.

-Can I still call you son? -Yes.

Good.

Thank you for everything, Dad.

Can I still call you Dad?

-So? -You're proud, aren't you?

-It's good, right? -Of course!

-Really? -Dad's happy.

I'll leave you to it, then.

I have something to tell you.

Have you put on weight?

How do you know? It's only been six weeks.

Because I look at you.

Even at night when you sleep.

I don't want them to die.

What's it like to not have parents?

You feel lonely. You become an adult.

Is it still going to be on Thursday?

Do you remember? We're having tea.

How do you expect me to forget?

It's crazy how I love this child.

I have a very strong relationship with him.

He looks so much like you! He's the spitting image of you.

I swear.

Subtitle translation by: Katie Wright