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What can we play now?

- The queen and her slave! - I don't want to.

Come on. It'll be great fun.

Oh, alright.

Cross my heart and hope to die if I should tell a Lie!

Hurry up and be more careful.

You're getting sand everywhere. Faster!

Jo, Iris! Girls!

- Look at me. - No!

Jo...

Smile, honey.

The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles

You're putting your queen here, are you?

There. A bishop.

What do you think of that?

Aren't you pretty?

That's not a bad idea.

Checkmate.

You're the best, Tonio!

Excellent.

Checked the small ads?

- Yes. - Nothing going?

- No. - But there's work out there, Antoine.

Let's not go over it again.

I was a manager. l won't be a security guard!

Don't you get it?

- Are you having Lunch here? - l don't know.

- You don't know? - No, I don't.

Your manicurist?

- What? - You see her everyday for a siesta.

You're crazy!

No!

You don't have the guts to tell the truth. Coward!

You're right. We meet every lunchtime and

make love. Happy now?

She doesn't remind me I'm jobless.

I don't want to see you again.

Take your things and go.

- What? - Get out!

If I go, I won't come back.

It won't be a big loss. Beat it.

Who'll tend to my plants?

They can die!

Hey, it's me! "Cross my heart"! Why don't you pick up?

About tonight's dinner, don't be late.

Mother dearest hates that!

Kissy kissy!

Hello!

Stop sculpting. Stop sulking. He was just a lover.

I know.

- But I loved him. - All your affairs

end in tears. It's compulsive. See a shrink.

That's mean.

Maybe, but it's the truth.

Should I pity you?

Thanks!

My husband sleeps around.

Perfect! Everyone's happy!

We can't all have a husband like yours.

So true.

I guess I deserve him.

I'm not so sure.

No-one's safe.

- Not even you. - Why do you say that?

- No reason. - Go on.

Expand. You clearly want to.

Iris... I'm your best friend.

Yes. But go on, anyway.

Tell me.

Look, I don't know if it's true...

Philippe's seeing Caroline Vibert.

They were seen together

in Toulouse last weekend.

- You knew? - Yes.

They were on a case together.

- At the weekend? - ls that all?

If you don't want to know...

What's to know?

Mind you, she's pretty.

She's brilliant.

- She's 15 years younger. - So?

Some women age well, you know.

Not all, though.

Want more bread?

Check, please! It's on me.

It's as hot as the Tropics, as Dad says.

How about a kiss?

Max invited me over tonight.

- We're having dinner at Iris's. - Go later.

You let her go to that hick's?

- He's my friend, not a hick. - Yeah, sure!

Isn't Dad home?

Girls, I need to talk to you.

OK, so...

- Dad's gone. - When'll he be back?

He's not coming back, honey.

- Not here, anyway. - He hasn't gone far.

- Did you fight? - No.

No, we took this decision like...

2 adults.

Since he lost his job...

he's not doing so good, he's unhappy.

- He'll be back? - Don't be silly.

He's with the manicurist.

He won't be coming back. Ever.

- How do you know? - About Mylėne?

Everyone knows, except you.

Once she loved life.

Once she felt desire pulsing through her veins.

She was in love.

Today, her life was a bore.

I got 16 out of 20 in math!

Good, but I'm working,

darling.

Irina...

- Give him his snack. - Yes. Let's go.

Even her son

Girls,

don't mention Dad leaving at dinner tonight.

I told Henriette who must've told Iris.

Oh? Why?

Mom, drive, it's green.

What did she say?

That it was a miracle you found a husband in the first place.

She said that?

She's not wrong, the way you handled things with Dad.

Him and that whore...

- Hortense, enough. - Look out!

Brake!

You should've asked me before telling your grandma.

Look, Mom, we'll need Henriette's money, so we have to sweet-talk her.

Oh, no!

I'll manage on my own!

With your lousy salary?

Yes! There's more to life than money.

There isn't. If you don't have any, you're no-one. Like you.

I'll beg Henriette for money,

'cause l can't stand poverty!

Hortense, how dare you talk to me like that?

Why are you so hateful?

Dad Left, 'cause you're an ugly pain.

Stop bawling!

You're getting on my nerves!

I'm in trouble with you two!

'Evening.

Anyone home?

What're you doing?

Nothing.

Are you OK?

Had a good day?

You?

Yeah.

They'll be here soon.

My Mom just rang.

Antoine's Left Jo.

- Pardon? - Antoine's Left Jo.

She didn't even tell me!

Mind you, good riddance. I never understood

how she put up with such a loser.

Well?

It'll be hard for Jo now.

Imagine you wind up alone

with Alex to look after.

Tough, huh?

It'll come from India, what with China delocalizing.

Bank rates are so low.

I've seen nothing like it in 40 years.

Zoé!

Behave. It's important for a girl

to behave properly.

Quite right, Henriette.

Hey, have you lost weight?

I'm afraid not, hon.

I think you look great.

You're the only one.

Irina, put a film on for the kids.

Yeah!

- You too. - Oh, no...

- See you later, boss. - Later, hon.

Here.

So?

How's life, Jo?

You could say that, boss.

Is your husband still out of work?

If he's stuck, tell him to come see me.

No, Irina, I'm stuffed.

OK, just one.

Joséphine...

you do now?

Well... carry on.

Carry on what?

Living.

Seriously though...

Look...

For now I'm just getting through it.

Yeah, Mom, stop it.

Give her a bit of time.

Will Antoine pay his way?

- How can he? - l guess not.

Jo, girl,

you'll have to find a job now.

I have a job. I'm a researcher.

You're not interested, but I have a doctorate.

I'm sorry, but the condition of the 12th-century tradeswoman isn't a job.

It won't fall into your lap.

When your father died,

I had to raise you by myself. I struggled.

I found work in the end,

but it was a real uphill struggle.

Know what? You piss me off with your lecturing,

deserving widow!

Do you think we're stupid?

You know about wrist action.

That's how you got by.

How dare you?

All I did in life, I did for your sister, for you!

Well, stop. I didn't ask you to. I don't want

your advice or your money!

I'm finished with her!

You say nothing!

Who wants some herb tea?

Kids, let's go.

Jo...

Can I have a word? Sit down.

What a nice family meal!

Yeah, "nice" is the word.

Didn't you study English?

No, I have a master's

in English, Russian, and Spanish.

My translator's on maternity leave.

I need some contracts translated.

It's not very exciting,

but it's well paid. Interested?

Oh, yeah, I can do it. I'd love to.

Thank you, Philippe. Thank you ever so much.

Just one thing:

Could you not mention it to my sister and my mother?

No problem.

Thank you.

- Hi, honey, am I disturbing you? - No.

- Are you coping? - Yes.

- Sure? - Sure.

How are the girls?

They're getting used to it.

You're not too tired?

No, I'm fine, honestly.

- Jo, do you need any money? - No, it's OK, really.

Don't hesitate to ask.

I won't let you down. l love you as much as l love myself. A lot!

- And how are you? - Just great.

- What are you doing? - A bit of everything, as usual.

Oh, I gotta go. Philippe just came home.

- 'Evening. - It was Jo.

She's doing OK.

Good.

How was Alex's history test?

I don't know. He didn't tell me.

- You didn't ask him? - No.

Jo...

See that little star by the Big Dipper?

It's tiny.

- It's not a shooting star. - True.

It's modest.

But it balances the rest.

It's like you.

If you're taken away from the family, it collapses.

You are

my little love nut!

Thank you, Dad.

What're you thinking about, Marcel?

That the world's ugly and people aren't happy.

We don't know when It'll end.

- I want to retire. - That's nice!

What about me?

- Come with me. - I work for a living.

I'm not like your Toothpick!

What about all the cash I give you?

I don't want it!

You're the only one.

You have to leave that bitch.

Oh, don't start.

Why did you give her half the firm and make her CEO?

- Only an idiot would do that. - Cut it out.

We have a strong case. I don't see why we shouldn't go to court.

Come in, Jo.

You need to reverse the 2 sentences.

Why not?

Have a seat.

- Here. - Thanks.

Your translations are great.

I may have another. Caroline Vibert,

my colleague.

- Hello there. - Hello.

So, you're the translator?

I told my husband about you.

- About me? - Yes, you.

He needs a biography on Audrey Hepburn translated.

Do you think you're capable of translating books?

Uh, books?

Yes, books.

It's huge. He needs it by December.

Well, you work fast.

She works fast.

No problem. OK.

- Great. - There we are.

Good you came.

You've looked after my plants.

That's kind of you.

You haven't looked after the kids once in 2 months.

- I was busy. - So?

They're sulking.

Oh, Dad!

My darlings! Come here.

They're so pretty!

OK, let's go.

Off we go.

Come on.

I told Iris you'd drop them off in Deauville on August 5.

- The sun cream... - Yeah, OK, Mom.

C'mon, girls.

Enjoy your vacation. Have fun.

This is Mylėne.

He only Left 2 months ago

and he takes the girls away with his new woman.

- I think that's... - He's an asshole!

Eat your lobster and leave him with his rotting fish!

Do you look at men you meet?

Oh, no!

I'm not in the mood right now.

- It's always the right moment! - You know me.

I've never dared...

Even the one I looked at for 1 5 years just Left me.

Here...

Naomi Johnson - I love this actress.

She's in the next Gabor Minar movie.

Let me see.

It's based on Nancy MacLaren's bestseller.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Saint Benedict

Thank you.

He's a rising star.

We saw him 20 years ago.

- We knew him... - Ages ago.

Ah, a publisher!

You're beautiful.

- Sorry, we're awfully late. - No problem.

- How are you? - Fine, you?

- Wonderful. - Didn't I say they'd appeal?

Bravo.

You know everything!

Do I have a bat on my nose?

No, not at all.

It's just hard to believe you and Joséphine are sisters.

You know my sister?

I see her at work when she gives in her translations.

Oh, yes, of course.

OK, let's eat.

Do you know that Caroline knocked out her opponent?

- 4 million in damages! - I didn't do it alone.

You did. It's set a precedent now. It took us all by surprise.

It was great.

That's why you made my wife a partner.

That's right.

Iris, tell me what exciting things you've been up to.

No damage whatsoever!

- I was joking. - Me too.

I get a lot of pleasure at the moment... from writing.

Writing what? A novel?

Yes.

- Tell me the subject. - Nope.

Please, Iris...

OK, it's about a 12th-century tradeswoman.

12th century? The Middle Ages...

People are into stories about 40-year-old women.

- Gaston... - I don't think

the Middle Ages sell.

I don't agree.

It's very like today.

Capitalism breeds inequality,

preaching stirs up the people, the condition of women is in regression.

- Written much? - Some.

- Going away? - In 2 weeks.

I want to read it.

So, when you're ready,

show it to one person.

- Yes, me. - I promise.

You didn't say Caroline Vibert was a partner.

You didn't say you were writing a novel.

Well, I am.

- I've started it. - Really?

- A 12th-century tradeswoman? - Why not?

- Can't I do that? - Come off it.

Of all the subjects, you had to steal your sister's.

I haven't stolen anything from anyone.

The Middle Ages don't belong to my sister, do they?

I've never read her work. I'm inventing a story.

You sure do invent a lot of stories!

You have to sort this out on your own.

What did you put for "parents"?

Separated.

- Father's profession? - CEO.

You have to put "unemployed"

or Mom has to pay for our lunch.

Good. I'm no charity case!

Yes...

- Hi, Gary. - Hi. This is from Mom.

Thanks a lot.

- Here you are, girls. - Yummy!

Got your school supplies?

That's right.

So, your Mom bought your sneakers in the end.

- Not bad. - Thanks.

Got the matching sweatsuit?

Well, I'll be going.

- You thank her. - OK. Bye, Hortense.

Bye.

My darlings, I'm in South Africa.

I wanted to surprise you, so I didn't mention it before.

You must wonder

what I'm doing in South Africa.

I'm raising crocodiles for a Chinese

industrialist, Mr Wei, my boss and partner.

"I put 30% into the business.

Mr Wei and I have decided to raise crocodiles

for meat, eggs, bags, shoes."

I bought 20,000 crocodiles in Thailand.

We're the biggest farm around.

I hope you're proud of your Dad.

I live in the main house

in the middle of the farm

with several bedrooms and terraces.

I miss you so much.

Write to me. Tell Mom

to buy you a computer so we can Skype.

Big kisses.

I love you, my darlings. Dad

"Big kisses. I love you. Dad"

Good, he found a job in the end.

No, it's great!

I knew his crocodiles would work out.

He told you?

I don't like him working with crocodiles.

I'll see in the dictionary what crocodiles do.

Mom, Dad's right.

We should have a computer.

I know. But it's too expensive. I can't right now.

I understand, Mom, but...

We can't see Dad every other weekend.

At least if we had Skype, we could chat.

I miss him so much, it's horrible.

OK, but for Christmas.

Thanks, Mama dear. I love you!

It's due in 6 minutes.

I'm not taking that one.

It's funny, you're always wearing a dufflecoat.

I mean, it's...

Sorry. That's a stupid thing to say.

You're right. I feel the cold.

- Luca Giampaoli. - Joséphine Cortės.

Pleased to meet you.

So, you work on Saint Benedict?

Yes, on the various degrees of humility.

And you?

I'm writing a story about tears

for a university publisher.

How fascinating!

Well, goodbye.

See you soon.

"How fascinating!"

All those tears. What's wrong?

My mother's dead.

My God. How sad.

- Is my husband in? - No.

When will he be back?

I dunno. You know the way to his office!

Don't talk to me like that, my girl.

I'm Josiane Lambert, not your girl - thank God!

Watch it, Josiane. Secretaries can be replaced.

What's wrong, sweetie?

My mother's dead.

My love...

- My little lady... - Your lady's in your office!

- Are you sure? - Sure I'm sure.

We had a fight.

Why?

What about?

See you tonight?

Yeah...

Dammit, Marcel, what're you afraid of, huh?

That she won't sign the pay checks?

So, did you talk to the old man about my promotion?

What's wrong?

No, Marcel,

no bridge tonight. We're seeing the Clavels.

- And get changed. You're a mess. - Yes, Henriette.

She's good!

Marcel, come on!

Hey!

I've too much work to do.

You need a change. Look at you.

Maybe but...

- Stop it. It's Luca! - Who's Luca?

It's him!

He's always at the library.

- He's so handsome. - He sure isn't energetic.

Hey, you seem to like him.

- Do you know him well? - No.

We just chatted at the bus stop.

You chatted at the bus stop?

- Well, that's it. - What's it?

I'm not his type.

He doesn't even know you're here. How do you know?

At the library, do you throw him to the floor?

Come on.

Hurry up, Iris is waiting for us.

- Is this Iris's place? - Of course not.

It's pretty.

At last!

Hortense, what's that outfit?

It's a swimsuit. Keep your voice down. This isn't the local pool.

Where is it from?

I gave it to her last summer. Why?

Iris, she's 15!

She looks beautiful. What's wrong?

She's my daughter, not yours!

Hortense...

Go get changed, please.

No way. I won't dress as badly as you!

Don't get so worked up. You lose control.

She's horrible to me.

You always let everyone mistreat you. She's copying them.

If you don't respect yourself, no-one else will.

Come on, let's have some tea.

Are you coming skiing with us at Christmas?

Come on, Jo, say yes.

- The first Christmas without Antoine. - Why not?

Hortense loves being with you.

Oh, it's you. What was it I heard?

You're writing a novel?

Agnès, Bérangère - Joséphine, my sister.

Hello.

Serrurier loves the medieval tradeswoman idea.

Everyone knows about your book.

It's great.

- Time for our massage. - OK.

- Keep in touch. - Will do.

- Is this a joke? - Well...

Look, don't make a fuss.

It is surprising, though.

I can explain.

I was at a dinner party. They were all boasting.

I had nothing to say, so I told the publisher

I was writing a novel.

I didn't know what kind,

and I blurted out: "A 12th-century woman".

Don't ask why. It just popped out.

That's pathetic.

You and Mom always said the Middle Ages were corny.

I know. And like you, I was so serious, they all drank in my words.

Now I'm in the shit. Serrurier keeps asking me

to sign a contract. What do I do?

Copy my thesis!

It amuses you?

It's not funny, Jo.

I need to write. I'm dying to.

But I just can't get anything down.

You've really tried?

For months!

I can't write a thing!

What'll you tell him?

Oh, I don't know. I'll think of something.

It won't be the first time.

What do you mean?

That I'm in the shit, you fool.

I could help you!

I know lots of stories to tell.

Rollo, the leader of the Normands,

when he came to Bayeux...

I'm sorry, Jo, but no-one gives a shit about your stories.

Sorry, I was just...

I know. You're being nice, Joséphine.

Totally clueless, but very nice!

Marcel...

What're you doing here? Chaval is out.

Marcel, stop it. I can't take any more. I love you so much.

So I saw!

Leave me alone...

- Marcel... - Shit, the Toothpick!

- Why did you do it? - You let me down

when Mom died, so I wanted to hurt you.

Well, you did.

Look out!

- So, you love me a bit? - More than anything.

But I'm sick of picking up the crumbs, of hiding.

Look at me.

I want your child.

A baby? All our own?

Yes!

Under your name?

It'll bear my name, Marcel Grobz Junior!

Honestly?

I promise.

you'll leave your wife?

I promise. On my balls!

Marcel...

Hello. I'm Mrs Cortės. l have a translation for you.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

- That's for you. - Thank you. And happy Christmas.

- Mrs Cortès... - Oh, Mr Faugeron.

- I just deposited 8,012 euros. - Good.

Come in my office.

What are you talking about? What is this loan?

Your husband borrowed 40,000 euros.

40,000 euros! When?

- Before he Left. - I didn't know.

You did. Look, you stood surety. You signed the papers.

- No, I didn't. - I'll have to tell your stepfather.

No, please. I'll manage.

How can you repay 1,500 a month?

That's not your problem. I'll pay.

- How? - I said I'll manage.

I'll manage...

Isn't Iris coming?

She wasn't sure. She's writing!

Maybe she'll write a bestseller!

I doubt that very much!

Remember when she lived in New York? She said she landed a big acting job.

I don't know what happened,

but we never heard about it again. Weird, huh?

- Goodbye, Sunset Boulevard. - Hello, Paris streets!

I think It'll be the same with the book.

- Think so? - Wanna bet?

- Come on. - I'm coming.

It's too expensive. You're crazy.

So? It's my gift.

you'll look great in Courchevel.

I don't think I'll go.

I can't, Shirley.

A hot chocolate costs 8 euros there. Iris buys her son 10 a day.

- I can't. - What'll you tell the girls?

You canceled,

'cause their Dad's a crook.

Look. Isn't that the guy

I nearly ran over?

It's Luca.

Why's he in this?

Isn't that the same girl?

Maybe just a colleague.

Well... it looks more than that.

Yes, but to know for sure, you'll have to ask him.

Oh, no.

I won't be asking him anytime soon.

- Thank you. - Thanks, have a nice day.

Hello.

- How much is it? - A week

for adults is 258 euros. For children under 15, it's 167.

And half-days?

Not half-days. It looks mean.

Hey! It's on me.

- No, Iris, you always pay. - That's OK.

How many? 1, 2, 3, 4... 5 of us.

Thanks.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Iris... - Ah, Gaston!

I come here to see you. You never phoned back.

- I did. - We need to talk.

- Yes. - Let's meet on Saturday.

- Alright. - 10, for coffee?

- OK. - 10:30?

- I'll call you. - Don't let me down.

Bye.

Who's it for? It's for...

For you.

An iPod!

From Jo to Iris.

Now then... For Hortense and Zoé

from Jo.

- Careful, it's quite heavy. - Thanks.

A Mac!

Mama dear!

You're great!

Thanks, honey.

- Like it? - I love it.

I got it! I got my 2nd badge!

- Bravo, my darling. - Great.

Let me see.

That's great.

You're a champion. I'm proud of you.

Be careful.

Don't go too fast.

I'm sick of this life.

- I'll sell up and go away. - Really?

But why?

- Your life's great. - I don't think so.

I'm missing my son growing up.

- No... - I never see him.

All for what? To do mergers and acquisitions 15 hours a day.

You give him other things.

Really? What?

I don't know...

But his mother's there for him.

You think so?

There you are!

OK? What're you talking about?

Nothing. Where were you?

Having tea with Serrurier.

Your son got his 2nd badge.

Already?

Why didn't you mention it?

It's been the hot topic all week.

It's lovely weather. I love it!

Everything's OK. The children are stuffing themselves.

You know... I told Serrurier your Rollo story.

His relationships with women, etc. He thought it was great.

He asked me when I could write it by. I told him

I had no idea.

He offered me an advance for 20 pages

to see if my writing held up. You know how it goes.

For a topic like this,

you need technique and inspiration.

The problem is, I have neither. I'm in deep shit.

- Only you can get me out of this. - Me?

Who else? Only you can write.

Yeah, so ?

So you write the book.

Oh, no, no way.

- Please, Jo, for me. - No, Iris.

No, I won't. It's ridiculous.

I'm not doing well.

What do you mean?

Philippe and I don't get on.

He looks at me strangely, he's changed.

He doesn't look at me at all.

Might he leave you?

Of course.

I like the life, the money. I'm afraid of ending up alone.

What a terrible thing to say.

Look, I'm 44. Soon my cheeks will be as hollow as my life.

Stop talking nonsense.

Remember when we were little?

"Iris is beautiful and intelligent, she'll succeed."

Some success!

Stop it.

I'm begging you, Jo...

Write the book for me.

Listen, let's have a contract, you and me.

You need money?

I need to feel alive, understand?

Write it, take the money.

All the money.

I'll put my name to it and handle the promotion.

- What's this scam? - Cut it out.

I know you're broke.

I know you do translations for Philippe.

And that idiot of a banker told me about the loan.

Where's the scam? You get all the money.

It's a lot of money.

30,000 euros.

That's right.

15,000 for the first pages

and the rest for the finished manuscript.

I screwed up, Jo.

- I signed the contract. - What?

Well, I'll give it a try. OK.

Cross my heart and hope to die!

Hello, Mr Wei.

Whenever you like.

Antoine!

Are you avoiding me?

I haven't seen you for a month, since Courchevel.

Well, I have lots of work at the moment.

That's no reason.

Make me a coffee?

Yeah.

- You have a nice computer. - Iris gave it to me.

- Iris? That's nice of her. - Yeah...

- You're writing a book! - No, don't look!

- You mustn't! - It's great to write a novel.

I know, but I can't talk about it.

Why not? Do you work for the CIA or what?

Yes, but no... It's very confidential, I swear.

It's about a young woman who wants to enter a convent to learn.

But her parents make her marry a rich tradesman who dies shortly after.

Each time she marries, her husband dies.

She gets richer and richer.

What does she do with the money?

She gives it to the poor.

She's deadly boring! Does she never fall in love

or feel like a quick screw?

Yes, she does.

I think she's falling in love with her 3rd husband.

About time! So?

Well, nothing. I'm stuck.

Thibault put more logs on the fire as he felt the cold.

Then, his eyes blazing, he went up

to Florine, removed her white veil,

and started delicately to unbutton her bodice,

revealing, beneath its wire stays,

her white, ample bosoms which he caressed

languorously.

Then, Florine

took in her thin fingers the enormous...

It's closing.

Thanks.

- Do you have children? - Yes, 2 girls.

- But no husband. - Are you a widow?

Yes, he took off with the manicurist from the mall.

- What about you? - No, I have no family.

So, how are Saint Benedict's degrees of humility?

Pretty good.

I discovered Saint Benedict when reading John of Fėcamp.

Really? How curious. I don't recall him mentioning Saint Benedict.

He does. John of Fėcamp recounts a romantic episode

in which Saint Benedict extinguishes with his tears

the fire that started on his mattress.

What a beautiful story. I didn't know it.

I love that film.

- Do you know it? - Yes.

But I wouldn't mind seeing it again.

- How about it? - Yes, OK, with pleasure.

I have to go. I'll call you.

OK.

Goodbye.

One thing's for sure...

You're talented.

What writing!

And l had no idea

you knew about that period. What culture!

It's phenomenal. What erudition!

I just didn't know.

Don't take it the wrong way, but as I read it, I discovered a new woman.

More profound, more human...

Iris, it's magnificent.

Thank you. I'm deeply touched.

I think we could have a hit on our hands.

Tell me what he said again.

"Iris, what remarkable writing. What talent!"

"We could have a hit on our hands."

He gave me an advance. l wrote you a check.

Make the most of it.

Just think, our project's been accepted!

It's great!

2 more glasses, please.

I have to write the rest now.

Oh, that...

When'll my book come out?

Our book, Jo.

In October, but don't forget, It'll be my book then.

My character will be

erotic and melancholy, but restrained - you know me!

Of course!

Come in.

- Sorry, Philippe, I'm late with these. - It's OK.

I covered for you.

I should've told you.

I have so much work on that I can't cope.

- How come? - Well...

because...

It's a bit complicated at the moment...

In fact, I'm not sure

- I can do all your translations. - It's OK.

You're in a rush. Sit down, have a drink.

No, no, l don't have time.

I have to go.

Jo...

You take care.

OK. See you later.

Munz wants to speak to you.

- No. - Philippe, it's important.

I don't care. I have to be somewhere.

Back to me.

Between the legs!

Bravo, champ!

Go on.

- Why are you here? - You don't answer my calls.

I'm working.

What a state... Do you at least get washed?

I'm writing, not posing for Elle!

So, how's my heroine doing?

She shaved her head.

But... why?

- Because. - I love it.

I love rebelliousness. Let me read it.

Iris, please, I'm working.

Yes, hello.

You're not disturbing me. I'm at Jo's.

I'm having a break. I'm beat.

In Courbevoie, yes.

Yes, I brought my compass and my passport!

What a jerk!

OK, I've got to go.

OK. Bye, honey.

She's a jerk. Are you mad?

Yes, I am.

You turn up, you disturb me, make fun of me. Honestly, Iris...

I don't have time for your dumb jokes.

Wait, l thought I could read it,

we discuss it, I give you my opinion...

I don't need your opinion.

Leave me in peace. When I'm ready, you can read it. Out you get.

You're so unpleasant, my girl. So unpleasant.

3 for the Mizogushi, please.

- There you are. - Thanks.

Yes, ma'am?

2, please.

- There. - Thanks.

Sorry.

You're not asleep? It's after 11.

No, as you see, I'm sketching.

Mom, what about my Vogue subscription?

We've talked about it. I said no.

I need it for my sketches.

Go to the library like everyone else.

Well?

How was the film with Luca?

What? You forgot your cellphone.

He rang to say he'd be late. You'd already Left.

You haven't realized you shouldn't be on time with men.

Judging by your face, he didn't kiss you.

Mind you, Mom,

it's not surprising. You don't kiss a woman who's on time.

Stupid bitch!

I beg your pardon?

Oh, God, I don't believe it!

I don't believe it!

- Still nothing? - Since this morning? No.

- Taking your vitamins? - Yes, but they don't get you pregnant.

- You're drunk. - No.

Yes. You reek of alcohol.

Take a shower. The girls mustn't see you like that.

Why didn't you tell me about that loan?

I thought I'd make a go of it

and make some money.

You forged my signature!

How are you able

to repay the loan? - I have no choice.

Why don't you repay it?

My Chinese boss isn't paying me. I'm sorry.

Why not?

I got scammed over the crocodiles.

What do you live on?

Mylėne started a beauty salon with my boss.

It's doing well.

I'm scared, Jo.

Scared? Everyone's scared!

You have to fight, Antoine.

Yeah, I know.

Why can't I?

Maybe you aim too high.

Maybe you're too ambitious.

I shouldn't have Left you.

Well, it's done now.

They're back.

My beautiful princesses!

you'll be the Croco Park queens!

- Ready to go? - Yeah!

Jo, A note to give you some news.

The girls' stay went well. They had fun.

They certainly did me lots of good.

I've stopped drinking altogether.

I've decided not to let Wei walk all over me.

He'll pay me soon, I promise.

I'll repay you. Big kisses.

That hit home!

In your face!

You felt that!

Jojo...

- Well? - It's...

magnificent!

- Are you serious? - Very.

It's ages since I read something so... moving.

- You swear? - l swear.

You're a real writer.

You say that, 'cause we're friends.

I'm from the land of Virginia Woolf. I know what writing is.

And you can write!

It's fantastic! I'm so proud of you!

You know, some people

wonder if God exists, if there are people on Mars...

As for me,

I wonder where love goes

when it goes.

Sorry, I keep talking about myself.

- Sorry. - No problem, I'm interested.

I wanted to say...

I saw you with that beautiful blonde the other day in the street, remember?

And at Christmas in that mag.

I think it was an advertisement for perfume or something.

- It wasn't me. - It was.

It was you. l recognized you.

It was my twin brother.

- Oh? - Yes, he's a model.

- No? - Do I look like I pose for perfumes?

I don't get on with him.

He keeps screwing up.

He asks me to put things right.

I think he's an asshole.

Yeah, that's it, he's an asshole!

You weren't too bored?

Stop! I can't!

Stop it! I can't!

So? Did you read it?

- You're mean. - No, you are.

You don't talk to me.

I loved it. It's very well written.

And very well documented.

Dad's here! Dad's here!

- OK? - Yes, thanks.

Take a shower. we'll eat soon.

Hello.

- Hi, Philippe. - Hi.

- I'm off. Bye. - Where to?

Out with friends from Courbevoie.

Back at midnight.

12:30!

Midnight.

- See you tomorrow. - See you.

Cross my heart...

Serrurier rang?

Bingo! He loved it! Massive print-run! Jackpot!

You did it, Jo! You're great! Thank you!

I love you! Thank you!

Dad died 30 years ago.

Why do you say that?

He's the one to thank.

This is all thanks to him.

No, dammit, you wrote that book, Jo.

Well, from now on, I did.

I'll have to dress, think, and smoke like a writer!

Can't you be quiet like a writer?

To the book's success.

Are you proud, darling?

- What's it called? - I don't know yet.

Jo, I told you it was urgent.

I know. I'll think of something.

Sure, we'll find a title.

Well, here's to books!

And to the three of us!

Tonight's guest: Iris Dupin for her bestseller,

"Such A Humble Queen".

The book is famous,

but you're not.

First, where are you from?

I fell from the sky.

What did you have to give up?

Being a brunette.

So, it's a bestseller.

What do you spend it all on?

I give it away.

- You give it all away? - Yes.

Tell me 3 contemporaries you hate.

Me, myself, I.

You say you do everything and anything.

Do you refuse anything?

Anything that's imposed on me.

What do you like best about yourself?

- My hair. - In that case,

could you, like your heroine,

lose them? Just a lock of hair.

Just like that.

You don't have to.

I didn't ask for that much.

Enough of that.

Shit!

- I wonder if she'd planned that. - I dunno, but she's crazy.

She'll sell a lot now.

- If you have to do that... - Enough.

Let's eat.

You don't understand anyway!

- You don't. - Yeah, sure!

- Would you do that? - You bet I would.

OK, Mom?

What a bitch!

I'm OK.

"Go directly to jail, do not pass go,

do not collect $200." you'll ruin me.

- OK, boys? - OK.

OK... As you came home late last night, we went to bed.

But we saw you on TV!

Wasn't I great?

- No doubt. - That's promotion.

If you say so.

Your turn.

Well, Serrurier rang. It's selling like hot cakes.

So, Mom cut her hair for real?

Yes. That is for real.

We have to talk, Henriette.

Why?

There's a recession, business is bad.

And it won't get any better.

Our rivals are closing down.

- That's good for us. - Not really.

It could be us next.

No, I think

we need an investor. - No.

It's a family business.

Listen. Chang, our Chinese supplier, wants to invest in France.

The Chinese - yuck! I don't trust 'em at all.

Nor do I, to be honest, but l think it'd be a good idea.

- I don't think so. - Think it over.

If we refuse, He'll invest in a rival who'll buy us out.

So, it makes no sense, does it?

And we can make a good profit.

How much profit?

About 2 million.

What?

Each.

Wait a minute... Let me think.

You see, I want you to have

a gilt-edged pension.

You deserve it.

You said it!

When I think of the state

I found the firm in when I turned up...

If you think it's a good idea...

- Alright. - We don't tell a soul.

Let's be discreet to avoid jealous gossip.

You can trust me. Let's drink to it.

- Let's. - For once!

- Here goes... - Cheers.

To us.

Alex! Zoé! Bathtime!

- No, we don't want to. - Quick. l told you twice!

Quick!

Alex! Zoé! Where are you?

What's he saying?

What was your Dad saying?

He sounded angry.

He said my Mom's a liar.

That actually,

your mother wrote the book.

Swear you won't tell anyone.

Not a soul.

I swear.

Gide, who I really admire, said: "Don't be afraid of surprising or displeasing.

Don't try to surprise

or please." That line struck a chord in me.

During the writing process, there's a kind of monologue with oneself,

which is a moment of solitude, like going inside oneself.

- What's success like? - Great.

Because it's the fruit of a lot of work,

a long process, like giving birth.

Ask a mother the joy of having her child before her eyes.

So...

Excuse me... Show me.

- That's your week's schedule. - Oh, no.

Cancel at least 2 and the dinner later,

'cause I'm exhausted. Do excuse me.

One last question. Don't you think...

I've come for Zoė.

They're at the pool.

I'd like a word.

Of course it's a form of exhibitionism.

Of course there's something of oneself, one's own baggage...

Have a seat.

Is she paying you?

There'll be a lot more.

How did you know?

Iris writing on the 12th century... It ain't hard!

Well, don't worry,

we made a deal on the way back from Courchevel.

I write the book, she sells it,

and I get the money.

- There's no problem. - There never is with Iris.

Know how we met?

In New York at the Waldorf-Astoria bar.

I was a young lawyer then.

I handled royalties.

She was finishing film school.

The students had written a collective screenplay

for their studies. She directed it.

Yes, I remember. It's all we talked about at home.

Yes, but she changed

some details in the script and pitched it to a Hollywood producer.

One of the writers sued the producer who asked me to defend him.

We settled out of court. And that's how I met her.

At the Waldorf bar.

She looked so lost. Her big blue eyes...

I fell in love at first sight.

I paid off the writers

and the producer, my client.

I hushed it up.

But it was complicated, there were leaks.

Everyone gave up on her.

Everyone.

Even the guy she was with.

She was crazy about him. Gabor Minar.

He became a director.

There you are.

I asked her to come to Paris, she did, we married. You know the rest.

Does she know you know?

Here you are, Jo!

I just did such an emotional interview.

I'll open champagne. Tonight I'm dining out.

I'm so late. Be right back.

This book is a sheer gem. It's rich, romantic, passionate.

I agree. "Such A Humble Queen" is a blend of feminism and erudition.

- And we don't often agree. - That's right.

- Do you want a scoop? - Yes.

The lovely Iris Dupin has announced a follow-up.

That's very kind, thank you.

There you are.

- Happy holidays. - Thank you. Happy Christmas.

- Hi. - Hello. l loved your book.

- Thanks. - My thesis

is on medieval love.

- To do what? - Research.

Good grief!

I hope you'll share your passion with people. Goodbye.

- Hello. - Your book deeply moved me.

- Well... - I read it in one go.

I'm sorry, but

no-one gives a shit about your stories.

The tradeswoman

in the 12th century...

Not coming, Dad?

Jo, you know Dad can't swim.

The current's too strong.

I can't!

- Mom, help me! - Get off me!

Mom!

Get off me, Jo! Get off me!

Don't panic, Jo! Listen to me!

Come here, Jo.

Criminal! You're just a criminal!

- A month in China is a long time. - Yeah.

I'll miss you.

Me too.

When's your flight?

5:40 from Charles de Gaulle.

Sleep here. I'll take you.

I have to go home. It'll look suspicious.

Tell me. When I get pregnant,

you'll tell her?

Yes... yes.

- You don't seem convinced. - I am... I am!

When'll you leave her?

Don't start, sweetie. I've told you. I have to organize things.

After all this time?

Don't get mad.

I am mad.

- I'm sick of spending Christmas alone. - Wait.

- I'm going. - Well, go on.

Don't I get a kiss?

No, I can't. I have to organize things!

- Can't I speak to your mother? - She said she'll call you later.

OK. Happy Christmas, honey.

Happy Christmas, Iris.

Iris sends big kisses.

She also said she misses you and it's a shame we didn't go to Courchevel.

I said I completely agreed with her.

Tell her I'd rather stay in Courbevoie.

You can go home.

Anyway, it's late. Go to bed. I'll be right there.

- you'll kiss me in bed? - Yes.

See you tomorrow.

Not inviting me to dance?

No, I'm sorry, I only waltz in Courchevel.

'Night.

I want to tell you something.

I've been offered a chef's job in a French restaurant in London.

I said yes.

So, you're going?

Yes, as of April.

Well... that's great.

What about Gary?

Could you keep him till he finishes school?

- Gary's a sweetie. - And about Hortense...

I don't want him to fail his exams because of a broken heart.

I can't promise, but I'll see what I can do.

You're going!

Your lecture was great, Mrs Cortės.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, Luca, how are you?

Know when it was that I last saw you?

No, I didn't count the days, but...

it's been a while.

What have you done all this time?

I've been working.

I've been writing articles.

- And you? - I read a great book.

"Such A Humble Queen" by Iris Dupin. Know it?

Of course I've heard about it.

You should read it. I'm sure you'd like it.

Iris Dupin draws on John of Fėcamp.

St Benedict whose tears put out the fire on his mattress. Incredible, huh?

Not really. It's in all the books.

I doubt that very much.

Because I made it all up.

What?

I made it up for you.

I don't know, I wanted to impress you.

- You wrote the book. - Oh, no.

- I wish I had. - You're lying.

I found out that Iris Dupin is your sister.

- I helped her. - Not just that.

- You wrote it. - No!

- Keep your voice down. - I recognize your style. It's you.

- No. - It is.

And Thibault the Troubadour almost wears a dufflecoat.

That's enough.

Leave me alone. I don't want to see you again.

- Iris! - I've got to go.

I'm coming too.

No, you can't. I invited Bérangėre.

Caroline gave me her invitation.

The actors couldn't be here. They're working abroad.

I'm thinking of them tonight. Unfortunately for you,

the film isn't very good.

I know what I'm talking about. I've said enough,

so I hope you have a good evening. See you later.

Thank you, Gabor Minar.

So, Bérangėre didn't come.

I know what you want.

I don't give out phone numbers.

It's so powerful.

- Thanks for your film. - Thank you.

Goodbye.

Iris?

- Unbelievable! How are you? - I'm OK, thanks.

- And you? - I'm good.

As pretty as ever.

So, what are you up to?

What news?

I wrote a bestseller.

Wonderful. Great.

So, you did it.

- This time, you did it by yourself. - Yes.

Well, I have to be going. I'm sorry.

I'm exhausted.

See you again.

'Night.

Let's go.

I liked that film a lot.

That guy's very talented.

Very talented.

Goodnight.

Yo, Henriette!

I put the checks for signing on Mr Grobz's desk.

Iris, promise to keep it quiet.

He said he wanted me to have a gilt-edged pension,

that he owed so much to me. Anyway,

he's gone to China to negotiate the deal.

I'm going to be very, very rich!

He wants us to go live in St Barth's in the Caribbean.

Sure I said no!

Jo, you have to write the follow-up.

No.

Why not? Are you mad?

No.

Why would you say no, then?

Don't insist. I said no.

Didn't the book change your life?

Yes, and that's why.

Well, we've got it made!

You've got it made.

Oh, right, that's it, I see.

I've got it made!

I get all the attention.

You're jealous.

Jealous of what?

I wrote the book, remember?

And that's not it. I want to write for myself.

It won't sell.

Thanks! Anyway...

l don't care. That's not it.

Are you sure about that?

We've sold 150,000 in 3 months!

You can repay your debts thanks to me!

You can't ask me to do that. It stinks.

I feel betrayed. I can't.

"I feel betrayed. I can't"!

Stop playing the victim, Jo.

What'll I tell people now?

- I said I was writing the follow-up. - No idea.

You should've thought about that.

Writing one book isn't bad.

Sweetie, it's me. Call me.

If something's wrong,

tell me. Why won't you call me back?

I keep getting your voicemail. No-one knows where you are.

Everyone's for you.

Call me back, dammit. Bye, sweetie.

Hello.

Call me back.

People keep telling me about your book:

"Such talent, such beauty! Your daughter has it all.

When can we read the follow-up?" You look great in this photo.

How many copies have you sold now?

300,000.

That's a lot of money. I can invest it for you.

- No, thanks. - Oh?

What will you do with it?

- Give some to Jo. - How stupid.

She's incapable!

I've waited 2 years for her apologies.

- Did you call her? - What for?

She goes on about the Middle Ages. You show an interest and write a hit.

You knew you'd succeed.

You're a fighter, like me.

As a baby, you cried better than others.

- What? - You cried better than others.

Excuse me, I...

You carry on, but I'll lie down. l feel sick.

Now then... Try this one, it's perfect.

This one, too. No, no, no...

By the way, have you fallen out with Mom?

I asked her to help with my next book, she refused.

That's not cool. Why?

The more you help people, the less grateful they are.

How true.

Could you have a word with her?

She won't say no.

I will if you like.

Oh, God, that's beautiful.

Look.

I'll get that.

- Stop it, you keep buying me things. - Take it.

Thank you!

Hey.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Why won't you help Iris?

None of your business.

For once you can help. After all she's done for you...

Keep out of it.

Pass me the grated cheese.

Hurry up.

Thanks.

we'll eat soon. Lay the table.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

I have a few things to say to you.

Chang didn't buy your shares.

I did, thanks to a loan from a Chinese bank.

Chang was just a smokescreen.

In short, your share has gone from 50% to 15.

I have a majority vote.

You're no longer CEO, so you're out.

- No... - l haven't finished.

we'll divorce.

I won't go into emotional matters.

We hate each other. On that we agree.

As for the dough, either you give me

your 15% of the firm

- and I'll give you the apartment and an allowance -

or you make a fuss and you won't get a dime.

You bastard!

I'm warning you, I won't take this. I'll make your life hell.

So, what's new?!

You've made it hell for 30 years.

Our lawyers will sort out the details.

Now I'm my own boss at last,

please leave my office!

Bastard! How dare you? After all I've done for you!

Thief! Crook!

You don't look too good.

I am.

I have to write the follow-up and I don't feel inspired.

For a first attempt, it was a runaway success.

It's not likely to happen again.

- Oh, thanks for the encouragement. - Come on!

You're the talk of the town.

You knew it'd stop one day.

It's not stopping at all. I'm doing Gala next week.

Maybe the cover.

Gala? Oh, no, not Gala!

Isn't the writing what counts?

I don't want to criticize your father, Junior.

I've only ever loved him.

But this time, he hasn't behaved very well.

One day you'll get to know him, I promise.

Yes?

Yes, Mr Faugeron.

No, I haven't lost my credit card. Why?

A bill... How much?

29,000 euros?!

Where's it from?

What?

That's the best news I've heard all day!

Yes, I've found my sweetie!

Goodbye, Mr Faugeron.

All this luxury's OK for a while.

It's boring here. We're going to the countryside.

Far away from all these assholes.

You talk to yourself now?

What're you doing here?

Why didn't you tell me?

What for? Go to St Barth's with the bitch!

What? I got rid of Henriette.

For good. She has nothing.

- Is that true? - Of course!

I did it for you and only for you.

What have you been doing for 3 months?

He fits in my hand!

I want something quite closed. That's good.

- A sexy smile! - That's it.

On your knees... On your knees like that.

Yeah, that's good.

Put some on me.

And again.

Look at me.

You've drunk enough.

Oh, dammit! I'm allowed to have a little fun! Here's to me!

To Gala!

Cheers.

That boy's photogenic. Get some shots, please.

I can do it, too.

Wait a minute. Do one with me.

Yeah, that's good.

I've had enough now, thanks.

What're you doing here?

- Is Irina sick? - No, I wanted to see you.

- Aren't you pleased? - Sure!

I scored 2 goals today.

You should've seen what we did.

Rom passed it to me, l dribbled it all the way and...

Boom! Fantastic!

Were you in court today?

- You wore a dress! - Yeah, a tutu, as usual!

- Go home. I'll be right there. - OK.

The queen lets her hair down!

I'm thinking about you.

- Coming here? - When?

Now.

OK. I'll be right there.

Wait, I have to go, Luca. I'll call you back.

I scored 3 goals today.

You said 2.

It's not good to lie.

Yes, but

at the end of the match... - When everyone had gone, you scored!

Put your pajamas on. I'll be right there.

I'm leaving you, Iris.

I'm moving to London with Alex.

Can I at least explain?

No need.

It was to create a buzz. To sell more books.

- So you'd be proud of me. - Proud of you?

Proud of what exactly? Your indecency?

All that for a book you didn't write?

It's nothing to do with me. I've never been part of your life.

- You never gave me a chance. - We had Alex. I married you.

Yeah.

But you never loved me.

I loved you.

Madly.

You pretended.

In fact, you always pretend.

For everything, all the time.

Don't you pretend when you sleep with Caroline Vibert, then come home?

I never cheated on you with Caroline Vibert.

Or with anyone.

I have to go.

Don't you want to stay?

I can't.

Why look at me like that? Out of pity? Is that why you're here?

No, not at all.

I don't understand you.

- It was for a laugh. - For a laugh?

Is that all you have to say?

What planet are you on?

What about Mom?

I'm sure you heard. Won't you call her?

No.

She's all alone. She has nothing.

Too bad. She deserved it.

That's true.

What about you?

Are you happy?

Yes.

Yeah, not bad.

I'm not surprised.

They're back. Say nothing.

There's a strike! It's great...

Why're you here?

- Is Dad here? - No, Mylėne was just saying

that your father was

in the savannah, looking for another park.

Yes.

Did he take his computer?

No, because there's no electricity.

Give me a kiss.

Mom, come here, will you?

I'll be right back.

Something's happened to Dad.

He's dead?

You couldn't tell us?

Yes, he's dead.

He had an accident.

Stay away. You make me want to puke.

This is all your fucking fault!

When he was out of work, he needed support.

He needed shaking up, you just pretended everything was OK.

You're completely clueless,

my poor girl!

With your stupid generosity!

Getting everyone to love each other!

That's bullshit, Mom, don't you see?

No! People don't love each other.

I loved him, see?

He was handsome, he had taste, not like you. Look at you!

He taught me to be different.

To be beautiful, to have dignity. Not you.

Zoé mustn't know, OK?

I won't tell her now.

I'll tell her later.

Now leave me alone.

Why aren't you talking to Mom?

'Cause she sucks.

I don't agree.

She's really clever.

I don't think so.

She is. And I know a secret.

- Some two-bit secret... - Oh, no!

Something about Mom. Really important. And I haven't told anyone.

I can tell you.

Come here.

Mom wrote...

How do you know that?

Philippe said it.

Me and Alex were behind the sofa.

Time to sleep, Zozo.

I like it when you call me Zozo.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

So, you're really moving to London?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

If I hadn't...

If you hadn't what? It has nothing to do with you.

- You did it! - No, you did!

What about Alex? He'll miss his mother.

That's nothing new.

That's harsh.

I don't think it is.

He can come see her.

It's not far.

- Thanks for taking Zoé on vacation. - No problem. She's a great kid.

I still haven't told her about Antoine.

I just can't.

It's not easy.

But It'll come.

Time to go.

Off we go.

Look where you're going!

Just think, we saw each other for 20 years.

Yes, but we never really met.

OK... See you soon.

Yes... Just a sec. Hey, how are you?

Yes, my favorite publisher!

Listen, I'm running a bit late.

Is 8:30 at the Flore OK with you?

Yes, me too. A bit nervous, but impatient.

Yes, I think it's a good idea, but I hope you like it.

Yes, alright.

See you later. Bye now.

Oh, fuck!

Hortense?

Mom, watch the evening news

...shattering revelations for the publishing world.

- Hortense Cortės, hello. - Hello.

You're the niece of Iris Dupin, author of the bestseller

"Such A Humble Queen" and you claim

that the book wasn't written

by your aunt, Iris Dupin,

but by your mother, Josėphine Cortės, a researcher

and specialist of the Middle Ages.

That's right.

Do you realize

that your words will cause a huge scandal?

Yes.

What led you to reveal this?

My mother raises me and my sister on her own.

She earns a pittance though she slaves away

and is very qualified. l want her to get the royalties.

- So, it's for the money? - No, I want her to get

recognition for her work and talent.

She wrote that book.

It's to do her justice, not for the money.

You must love your mother a lot

to do this.

I don't know, it's...

it's complicated. We're very different.

- We don't always get on. - Why not?

Because...

when you're a child, you need to feel

that your parents are strong.

My mother lets people take advantage.

She lets people disrespect her, that annoys me.

I'm doing this to protect her, despite herself.

Thank you, Hortense Cortės, for agreeing to come here tonight.

In other news...

Iris...

l know you're there. Pick up.

It was nothing to do with me.

I had no idea.

Please pick up... Pick up.

I love you so much, you know.

Do you have an idea for your next novel?