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Before I leave you, I would like to close with one last observation.

*

All international experts,

of all countries,

of all disciplines,

and of all historical eras...

they say the same thing:

May,

May,

and then never...

we were so close to the end of the world.

Let's suppose, and fortunately it is a very unlikely hypothesis,

that it be announced to us

that the world will end... let's say in two years.

A second later...

I would take three measurements.

First,

I would start smoking again immediately.

Second,

I would lead a much more hip hip life... hurray.

Third,

I would grant myself everything I desire through a loan...

to be repaid after thirty years.

- There! - This way!

LпїЅa!

There, on the right! That's right!

No, no, this way!

Last one this way, please.

A MUSICAL FAIRY TALE STAGED BY CLAUDE LELOUCH

80 YEARS AGO, ON JUNE 6, 1944, AT DAWN...

Hello, police?

Yes, listen, I'm in a bit of trouble.

I'm not sure how to tell you this.

I arrived from Paris, I came for the commemorations of the landing...

but then already at the Bois de Boulogne I picked up a hitchhiker...

really strange, that...

all the way he talked about sex...

of loose stories...

and... he even told me that he is wanted by the police, so...

I don't know, I thought I'd let you know.

Yes, I just left it at the bridge... of BпїЅnouville,

in short, the... mobile bridge.

WHERE ARE YOU?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR TWO DAYS

I AM VERY CONCERNED. WE NOTIFIED THE POLICE.

LпїЅa!

There, please!

This way...

Picking up hitchhikers is a chance to chat, and then...

It's better than the nonsense you hear on the radio.

And where is she going?

I'm going where she leaves me.

Oh, perfect, that's where I'm going.

I have to stop soon. In this heat the sheep are thirsty.

- I understand you, it's so hot. - Yes.

For everyone.

- With that wool then. - Eeeh yes.

I guess I'll have to shear them, huh?

Yeah, well...

I think my sister-in-law is coming in just three days to do it.

- Oh, so your sister-in-law does the shearing? - Yeah, she's a real professional.

- Does he milk the cows too? - He milks, oh...

she milks her husband more actually, yes.

With the great heat it is always necessary to cool the animals down

before giving them a drink.

Well.

You didn't know that, huh?

Oh no, I had no idea.

- But they seem happy, right? - Yes.

- It must do him some good. - My grandfather taught me that.

Handsome.

- Here you are, can you hear them? - Yes, yes.

- It did them good, they're already better. - Sure.

- What is she saying? - She'll say, she'll say that...

- That she likes water? - Yes.

He always says what he thinks.

- Do you understand what they're saying? - Sure, yes, I understand.

The one that says, for example?

That the one with the cap has a strange face.

SпїЅ, sпїЅ.

He also repeated it.

- Well, shall we go? - What do you do for a living?

- Are you interested? - Of course I'm interested.

Really?

That's why I gave her a ride.

I don't actually do anything anymore.

- Nothing? - No, nothing.

It's a bit too little!

And before doing nothing, what did he do?

Why do you want to know?

Because I care.

- Are you interested? - Yes,

other people's lives make me fantasize.

Ah, what?

And since in the end fantasizing costs nothing...

All right.

He convinced me.

Tip.

I am an excommunicated priest, sir.

It's not possible.

Instead, yes.

This is the first time I've met one.

Oh, listen, I'm happy, but... now...

- Really? - Yes.

- And he said mass and all that...? - Oh, yeah. I did everything. Sure.

Will you?

My life was consecrated to God.

- Okay. - I thought about him a lot, but...

as time goes by i...

I was intrigued by...

things that were forbidden to me.

One day...

a parishioner confessed to me that she had fallen in love with me.

What a story.

Oh, yeah. And then she was beautiful.

- Really cute. - Oh yeah?

Generous.

And he loved animals. He defended them.

- Do you know what he did since he loved them? - No.

At the fish market in Trouville, he bought...

lobsters and crawfish... still alive... and threw them back into the sea.

What a shame though.

- But it's to make her understand... - Yes.

his level of generosity.

With what they cost.

And then, well, we got to know each other better.

No, no, it's true.

And that's how she introduced me to love.

And sex.

Ah, sex.

And after I discovered it, I couldn't do without it anymore.

He has become a lost sheep.

Here I am.

And I enjoyed it a lot.

All the parishioners in love with me...

I couldn't stop anymore.

- Oh yeah, huh? - Exactly.

After every confession...

- I never would have imagined it. - Oh, I know, I know.

And then one day...

Sooner or later it had to end.

Oh, sure. Yes, he finally got back on track.

Not exactly.

Actually one of them...

she rebelled.

She filed a rape complaint.

And now I'm wanted by the police.

And I hitchhike because...

It's easier to escape checks.

Oh, what?

Sure, I guess, yes.

I bet he won't give me a ride anymore.

Yes, yes, but you have to give me some more details, because...

I'm very alarmed now.

What do you want to know?

For example, when they accused her of rape,

how did she react?

I left.

But did she really rape her?

It's his word against mine.

- What does she say? - Well.

I don't know her.

But I don't know her either.

Yet I accepted the ride.

- And... are they female? - Yes, yes.

O-ooh!

No no.

- Are you married? - I'm married, of course.

Are you faithful?

Oooh... let's say as far as possible.

And that says a lot.

And you never forced your wife?

Sometimes you have to insist a little after a certain number...

of years of marriage.

Sure, it's routine.

SпїЅ, sпїЅ.

Desire is no longer the same.

More than anything on his part.

Me on the other hand... a different parishioner every day.

Oh yeah? Well...

It was hard to resist, you can imagine.

And yet I...

I believe in God, sir.

Do you want to go?

Where?

Where is she going.

That's where I'm headed too.

What an incredible coincidence!

But if he is wanted by the police,

How does he behave? Where does he sleep at night?

I sleep under the stars.

And this morning he attended the commemorations of the landing

there on the Benouville bridge where I found it?

Yes, yes, certainly.

Did you know that it was on that bridge that the freedom we know today began?

Well, long live freedom then!

So you don't have sexual problems?

Well... no, I mean, not up until now.

Not that I know of.

A normal sex life?

Oh... I'm not saying I never have temptations, but still...

the braking system always worked.

Here is Mont Saint-Michel, I imagine you know it.

He must have made retreats there when he was a priest.

I've seen it often in photos, yes.

Shall we go down?

SпїЅ.

We are at my house here.

My farm.

Really?

Does he have a barn too then?

Of course, a very nice barn.

Then I could sleep there, right?

It wouldn't be a problem for me, but my wife wouldn't agree.

Here you are.

Not even her, apparently.

Then thanks again.

You're welcome.

Well.

I know, I'm leaving! Don't worry.

If it goes in that direction

also pay attention to the rising tide, because...

we have many here...

of suicides and accidents.

Thank you!

The tide rises at the speed of a galloping horse.

Thanks again!

And figures!

Siri, call the police.

Yes, hello? Is this the police station?

Listen, I just met a really weird guy.

I'm at the Ardevon crossroads.

In front... yes, in front of the hotel, exactly.

Yes...

just left an excommunicated priest and alleged rapist.

And so... I thought I'd give you a call right away.

GiпїЅ.

You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but I assure you he told me some great stories.

And that's why I thought I'd warn you.

Just a moment ago.

SпїЅ, sпїЅ.

Okay, yes, but I can wait for you if you want.

But it's normal, if everyone did like me, things would be better in France.

That's right.

Then I'll wait for you, yes, yes.

The cider is kept cool.

Certainly.

Let's be quiet on the set! Silence!

Okay, Luna. So, I'll explain the scene to both of you.

Luna, you are prima ballerina. And you are Nureyev.

You put yourself on trial.

Like a prima ballerina.

You've seen them when they do that, you know?

Do a little like this. Some warm-up exercises.

You are turned on by her.

well... do you understand?

You like her, she turns you on.

And as soon as she turns around, tak! You put her on all fours.

Is everything clear, Marty?

Let's go! Come on, ready to roll!

Quiet! Come on! And get me excited, huh?

- We're ready to roll. - Engine...

action!

Perfect.

Here is the first dancer.

You are excited. So

Well.

You look at her ass.

And off we go!

Then you take it, perfect.

Pull down your pants, oh!

And do whatever you have to do.

E stop!

Yes, good!

Gentleman.

Sir, you can't sleep here, it's not a hotel.

Agree.

Can I have a coffee, please?

No, this isn't even a bar.

And where am I?

In the largest flea market in BГ©ziers.

Ah, so I'm in BГ©ziers?

Yes, we are in BГ©ziers, yes.

But then I'll buy her something right away.

What would make you happy?

Right now? A good coffee.

No, I already told you this is not a bar.

Agree?

At that time...

a nice cup.

A vintage cup.

To drink a good coffee.

Maybe this genre... could be right for you?

SпїЅ, sпїЅ, пїЅ carina.

Really cute.

But... seeing what he has in this...

nice shop I could take...

much better than a cup.

Sure, if you want to tell me...

what does she do in life, maybe I can help her.

I work in the cinema.

Ah! How beautiful.

And what movies did he make? Maybe I've seen some.

I work in porn.

As an actor?

No!

No, no, I'm a porn director.

As you can see, it's not a sex shop, sorry.

Have you ever seen a porn movie?

Yes, yes, of course, I mean, like everyone else, not that I have...

- It's not a shame. - No, no, but in fact...

I'm not ashamed of it.

Did you know that these are the most viewed films in the world?

Ah. More than... Titanic...

Oh, how.

- And Gone with the Wind? - It seems incredible, but it's true.

So what is his most successful porn film?

One man, many women.

Oh yeah? Never seen it.

Is she married?

SпїЅ.

What a pity.

I have a twin sister...

who lives in Paris.

She, on the other hand, is single.

And is she as beautiful as she is?

Stop it.

let's say we look a lot alike.

Here you are.

пїЅ in the police.

Ah, then it's not for me.

PerchпїЅ?

Because I am wanted.

Highly sought after.

Because of porn.

Ah!

Here it is. That one interests me.

I can?

Yes, right.

Does he also play the trumpet?

It's my passion.

- May I? - Of course, yes, gladly.

Not bad.

He is very gifted for a porn director.

Dice?

And he hasn't seen anything yet.

We see.

- Beautiful, isn't it? - Very.

Especially here, in a cemetery.

Keep it there.

Let's see what's there. Are you up for it?

And since she loved how I played the trumpet...

I courted her a little.

Maybe I exaggerated.

And then?

Since...

I insisted a lot...

I am very wanted by the police.

And if I were a policeman could I arrest her?

Is he a policeman?

Almost.

A psychologist.

And hunter on the weekend.

And could you find me a solution to overcome my sex addiction?

You can have a sex life without having read Freud.

Freud?

Love is a woman's invention.

This is why they have such a hard time explaining it to us.

And what else did Freud say?

He said that women are at the mercy of their hearts

and men of their penis.

Especially her.

Don't worry, I'm a sex crimes attorney.

And to better understand the clients I advocate for...

I put myself in their shoes.

At least that way...

I understand them, do you understand?

She doesn't look like a lawyer.

And what do I look like then?

A big womanizer.

This is the first time anyone's told me this.

A big womanizer.

Is the rifle loaded?

No.

Shit.

The police.

But what do they want?

Oh fuck.

Perfect.

National Gendarmerie, gentlemen, good morning.

- Good morning, officer. - Turn off the engine, please.

And please provide a driving licence, registration document and insurance.

And I have to ask you both to please come down.

Thank you.

You were going one hundred and ten kilometers per hour, the limit is eighty.

Fourth category infringement.

Here, check. Especially the license.

And... if I gave her some very important information...

could you turn a blind eye?

What kind of information?

I can...

tell her that they would guarantee her a nice promotion.

Okay... tell me.

I..., I'm sorry, please excuse me, I just like running.

And in your opinion is this important information?

I'm mortified.

Here, take it.

Cos'пїЅ?

For the fine and the inconvenience, thank you.

Well.

Who is that?

A madman.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Listen, we're lost.

Are we still on the Camino de Santiago?

Whose path?

Of Santiago, the path to God.

Still with God?

Always.

And where do you come from?

From far away.

Oh, perfect, that's where I'm going.

- Well... - Okay.

- Have a good trip! Have a good journey! - You too! Goodbye!

Thank you!

Good morning.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Are you going to Santiago?

Oh, sпїЅ.

All roads lead to Santiago.

And in Rome.

SпїЅ.

And...

Have they ever told you that you look a lot like Jesus?

SпїЅ.

Oh, wait, let me introduce you to my classmates.

He is Peter.

Andrea, his brother.

James.

Good morning.

John.

The famous Judas.

Good morning.

Is he Judas?

SпїЅ.

But are you still friends then?

SпїЅ.

With time, everything gets better.

I didn't imagine him to be so small.

Time has made him great.

That's right.

And...

And your headache... is it any better?

Ah, well... I'd like to stop going around in circles.

SпїЅ.

But everything is round.

The Earth, the sun, the universe.

And it all revolves around something.

And that's why you hang around the people you defend.

thus trying to put yourself in their shoes.

Aah, yes, really?

But what exactly do you do?

We walk and...

we do surveys for

to try to improve the human race.

The human race?

SпїЅ.

There are some small adjustments missing.

What kind of adjustments?

Well...

at the moment,

we are working on love.

пїЅ...

our most beautiful invention, but...

we think that

love stories don't last long enough.

Don't you think so too?

GiпїЅ, sпїЅ, sпїЅ, sпїЅ, sпїЅ, sпїЅ.

In fact, me too now,

I'm alone.

SпїЅ.

I know.

But can you explain to me why you're always smiling so much?

Are you always happy?

SпїЅ.

Why are you always smiling?

Even Judas always smiles.

SпїЅ.

Especially Judas.

Well,

the traitors...

the cheaters,

the scoundrels,

oh,

must always inspire confidence.

Is that a rascal's smile?

Hmm hmm.

I admit that I wouldn't be able to recognize him.

You can't say no to a smile like that.

Oh, what a traitor. Huh?

Well.

I'm going crazy, aren't I?

I'm going crazy, me,

I'm actually just here,

You don't exist.

Cow?

I still had some things to ask you though.

Good morning.

For a cigarette, I tell her her future.

I quit smoking a long time ago.

So he doesn't have a cigarette?

No.

Okay.

Do you want me to tell you about your future anyway?

No... no, if you like I can buy you a drink.

Oh, okay.

Can I have a drink with her?

Nail.

Thank you.

I suggested it to you.

Very kind.

What do you want to drink?

Oh, well... some water. Tap water.

Of the tap?

Yes, from the tap.

It's definitely one of my best creations.

Do you work in the plumbing industry?

No, no, I would say more in creation.

A family business.

And what is your specialty?

Let's see... I would say... the world

The newspaper Le Monde?

No, no, the world as a planet. The world in general.

Shouldn't this be the good Lord's specialty?

Exactly, how can I say this... well... I am God.

Who do I have the honor of speaking to?

When you don't call yourself God, what is your name?

Part.

Part.

You are God.

Well, yes.

And you don't have any name.

God, isn't that enough?

Sorry, it took me a while.

Everything OK?

Something's wrong.

You're weird.

Michel, I was speaking with none other than God.

Oh!

By the way, do you know that little story?

- A man enters the synagogue, - Stop it.

"Good morning, are you the cleaner?"

and that "I'm above the cleaner."

"Oh, right?"

Ah, it's the rabbi. Excuse me, Mr. Rabbi,"

and that "watch out I'll beat you!

I am above the rabbi."

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, so you are the chief rabbi!"

"Look, now I'm going to take your head and smash it against the wall!

I am above the chief rabbi of rabbis!".

The other one can't take it anymore and says "So it's God!"

and he said, "I'll kill you! I'm above God!"

"But above God there is nothing!"

"And that's who I am!"

No, Michel, I really have the feeling of having spoken... with God.

Yes, don't worry, it's normal.

Everyone talks to God. Everyone.

I talk to him sometimes too.

In the end

money didn't matter anymore

In the end

heaven was childhood

In the end

there is nothing left to regret

The winter

it was as beautiful as summer

In the end

fatality and coincidences

In the end

they were just correspondences

In the end

everything falls apart and becomes bare

Love has run its course despite us

Now the time

delete

our looks

in front of the mirror

Now the heart gets tired,

life passes and embraces us,

he kisses us

and replaces us

gently

In the end

singing is better than silence

In the end

one last drink, one last dance

In the end

each one in front of his own score

How well those violins did

In the end

we no longer remember being born

In the end

where did all those years go?

In the end

the end will never end

Love was how we loved each other

Now the time

delete

our looks

in front of the mirror

Now the heart gets tired,

life passes and embraces us,

kisses us and replaces us

- Don't do it! - Please, please.

No!

It just is.

gently

Enough, Tess. Stop.

No, Tess, no, no.

Please.

Hey, no! Wait!

Nooo!

Tess!

What... But what did he do?

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

пїЅ Tess who shot her mother.

Why? Why did he do it?

It wasn't me.

Eh?

PerchпїЅ?

Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen of the court,

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

Ladies and gentlemen.

You have to put yourself in people's shoes to understand them.

And I've spent my whole life,

all my life, seriously,

to put myself in the shoes of those I tried to defend.

I put myself in their shoes,

of Signor Alcaraz...

to better understand this tragedy...

terrible,

of this girl,

in love with her philosophy teacher,

who couldn't stand his mother stealing it from him.

Here you are.

Mrs Barbier,

she arrived three seconds too late.

Three insignificant seconds.

There are eight billion people on Earth

whose life can change

from one second to the next.

One second.

And when she arrived, Mrs. Barbier, three seconds too late.

Mr. Alcaraz

he was leaving the pool to call for help.

Mrs Barbier,

Do you know what happened to me last night for a matter of three seconds?

I had a terrible idea, and I stress terrible,

leaving the gym where I keep fit,

to collect,

a bike,

which had fallen to the ground.

Immediately,

someone shouted thief.

"Thief!"

And he knows why, Mrs. Barbier?

PerchпїЅ,

in addition to gripping the handlebars tightly

of that bike that wasn't mine, I had

the hood,

I remember leaving the gym,

I was wearing a tracksuit and it was getting dark.

I was a victim,

of an impression.

And you, Mrs Barbier,

she had the impression

that Mr. Alcaraz,

had killed

Tess, and her mother.

But, Mrs. Barbier, we cannot be wrong:

my client is not responsible for this tragedy,

rather, he is the only true witness.

Let's not make him a victim.

...it happens to me suddenly.

And then I can't sleep.

How can I do it?

I don't think it will help.

Until we meet again.

Good morning.

Can I help you?

SпїЅ.

Is there anything you might like here?

In realtпїЅ...

She's the one I was looking for.

Me?

SпїЅ.

Ever since I was little I was never able to talk to her.

He knew my father very well

and...

for her, he left my mother and I never saw him again.

Then, you had a baby.

And so, in short,

just today...

for irrational reasons I had the courage to meet her.

But then she is...

Lino's daughter?

SпїЅ.

And I haven't even met yet

my stepbrother.

His son.

Please take a seat.

Thank you.

Is he the great lawyer?

пїЅ him.

Or rather,

it was his.

We haven't heard from him for three weeks.

How come?

For a year now he had been getting a bit strange,

with his family, with me

and we no longer understood what he had in mind.

It all started when he decided to defend

an excommunicated priest.

Ensuring the defense of Father Clement

It's not a difficult task,

It is enough to understand the sequence of events

that brought him here.

Feeling ready to face the turpitudes of confession

well

this one did not distrust

of that pretty sinner

which with just a few words she managed to bring to life in him

the doubt...

and a feeling still...

unknown until then:

the desire

The desire.

Well

the doubt

and desire, as we well know,

I'm for strong souls

what is the risk for the brave.

I could have told you this, if I too

I hadn't decided

to take off my toga

and to give up. This is a scoop

excommunicated by justice.

The profession of lawyer is impossible.

I made it very spicy for you.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you, Silvia.

Well.

Don't all talk at once, though!

Well,

I have something to say,

At the Ateliers

for the end of year exams we have to make a film

five minutes

that is, with the phone

and I actually thought about doing it

about my family.

I wanted to know if you agree.

This...

I just don't understand.

Are you questioning what you've done, your life or...

what you defended or...

What?

Aren't you tired of us not making love anymore?

That we always eat the same things?

That I always tell the same nonsense?

It's nice to talk about these things here in front of everyone,

what a great idea, well done, thanks.

Good morning, enjoy your meal and... hurray.

Eh... yes, I'm tired, I mean...

I do not know.

Why are you saying these things now?

It's not just my fault.

Huh? There's only you. It's always you, you, you, you.

Always the same stories, it's your fault.

I too have stories to tell.

What does this mean?

Are we not making love anymore?

Oh no.

- What's up? - I...

You're annoying like that. Don't...

Wait, I'll explain, okay? One moment.

I have a problem.

- Which one? - Here...

What's wrong?

i-i... I can't...

I can find myself saying anything to anyone.

To say what I think. I have no more filters.

Oh, what?

Exact.

I have no more filters.

Hmm.

You have no more filters.

Yes, I don't...

Go ahead, say what you think.

While we're at it now.

Let's hear it. What do you think of all of us? Come on, vent.

It's the right time.

Do you want me to say what I think of everyone?

Yes, let's hear it.

This is what you want.

- It might even do me good. It's likely. - But also to us,

and then we are here, in our beautiful house

at least let's pass the time a little.

Treasure.

SпїЅ?

I love you,

but I don't want you anymore.

Here you are.

When we make love, I...

Now that's enough.

Yes, that's fine.

Do you want me to tell you what I think?

I'll tell you what I think.

Aaah, fuck.

Do you want me to tell you what I think too?

- Huh? - Please, please, wait.

I can say what I think of you too, you know?

What did the doctor tell you?

That I suffer from...

a degeneration

fronto

storm.

Also called

the madness of feelings.

And that is? Explain it to me.

It can happen.

You know those people who talk to themselves on the street,

who insult everyone, who put on trial...

They're alone and talking, you understand?

They look like crazy people, they talk to someone, they talk...

they talk like invisible friends. Yeah, you know?

- Yes, they are people in the grip of delusions. - It's the same for me.

Is it a specific disease of the mind, of the brain? It's something...

Yes, it is a specific disease, a very rare disease,

There are very few cases in the world.

It appeared little by little and now it occurs more and more frequently.

There are times when I feel good, but now

What the fuck! Ah! Shit.

Now pass, pass, pass.

пїЅWhy aren't you happy?

No, don't worry, I'm fine. It'll pass now.

Tell me. Do you want to change your life? Do you want...

No, no, this has nothing to do with it.

Please, darling.

Aren't you happy?

SпїЅ.

No.

No? What is this disease called? I don't understand, repeat it.

Frontotemporal degeneration.

Or if you prefer,

the madness of feelings.

The madness of feelings.

Great title for a song.

Are you okay, Mom?

Oh, yes. I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Mom.

To you, my daughter,

I hope to become a great singer.

And you, my son,

a great filmmaker.

He took us as teenagers

we wrote novels about it

to explain what you feel

We want to believe it so much

There are only the songs

to tell the truth

what is the madness of feelings

How could we live otherwise?

How could we live otherwise?

if not in madness

of feelings

From baptism to funeral

love will always be twenty years old

Ultimately, when you take stock

what's more touching?

There are only songs to truly say

what is the madness of feelings

what is the madness of feelings

How could we live otherwise?

if not in madness

of feelings

Husbands, wives, lovers

Everyone has experienced certain moments

And we got to a certain point

the asylum even becomes welcoming

There are only songs to truly say

what is the madness of feelings

There are only songs to truly say

what is the madness of feelings

what is the madness of feelings

How could we live otherwise?

if not in madness

of feelings

How could we live otherwise?

How could we live otherwise?

if not in madness

of feelings

And after that song improvised by his daughter Barbara...

he disappeared,

without notifying anyone.

And what did the police tell you?

That everyone has the right to disappear.

And where do you think he is now?

I would give everything I have to know.

HI!

Can you take me to the market?

Good morning, goats!

How are you girls?

Come on, don't argue.

Here's breakfast! Eat!

Courage.

Gentleman?

Sir, can I help you?

Gentleman?

Everything OK?

Good morning.

This...

I got lost last night in the rain.

I apologize.

Excuse me.

It rained a lot last night.

Well.

Sorry again.

So he got lost?

SпїЅ.

Po-can I cool off a bit?

to your well, please?

Yes, I nail it.

Sorry again.

Not at all.

Yes, go ahead.

Would you like a coffee?

Do you want a coffee?

A coffee? Would you like that?

Oh, gladly! Thank you.

Isn't the water too cold?

Oh, no!

It's also good for you.

Accident.

Oh, it's really beautiful here!

And how beautiful those cows are!

Does she live here?

Yes, I live here.

I like.

Please. Have a seat.

I don't want to disturb you, and I'm soaked.

No disturbance, and this is a farm, I've seen worse.

Thank you.

But what a beautiful little house.

And what is he doing around here?

I would like to know that too.

I forgot.

By the way, where are we?

Where are we?

Armecy.

A small fraction.

Very small.

No... it doesn't tell me anything. Avignon. I know that one.

Yes, of course, that is Avignon.

The city where I was born.

I go to the festival every year.

I wouldn't miss it for the world, I love it.

Does he also play the piano?

Yes, sometimes.

But as an amateur. I'm not a professional.

I play the trumpet a little instead.

Oh, what?

I'm an amateur too, but...

Nail.

Thank you so much. That's really kind of you.

If it hadn't rained so much I would never have allowed myself.

We were waiting for that rain.

And for a long time.

Hmm. Excuse me.

And figures.

Ready?

Ah! Hello. How are you?

Yes, are the children well?

Did you find the horse?

Not yet?

Ok.

No, everything is fine here. Nothing new.

SпїЅ, sпїЅ.

Hmm hmm.

Oh, it rained.

Good news. Yes, we've been waiting for it for a long time.

A letter from the bailiff also arrived.

If we don't pay those five thousand euros they'll take our tractor.

Yes, I know, a pain.

GiпїЅ.

When are you coming back?

Tomorrow?

See you tomorrow, then.

Yes, a hug. See you tomorrow.

Well,

I'm going. Thank you very much.

Would you like an omelette?

I don't want to take advantage too much.

Here you are.

A thousand thanks.

Fantastic.

Thank you.

Have you seen the movie The Bridges of Madison County?

No.

But I've heard about it.

Tell me.

It's the story of a peasant woman

with her husband and children going to an agricultural fair.

Did they make a movie about this?

SпїЅ.

The story of a lost man...

who is offered a coffee.

Etc., etc., etc.

And then how does it end?

With memories.

Good memories.

I remember The Great Illusion very well.

with Jean Gabin.

There is a farm in that one too.

Have you seen it?

Sure.

Hmm.

Do you often go to the cinema?

No.

No, not very often, no.

Actually, if I am here today it is...

It's also because of a movie.

Oh, and which one?

It's about a man for whom one life is not enough.

and that at a certain point he gives up everything.

The plot tells me something.

And what does she do in life?

Besides sleeping in my stable.

At this moment?

I'm going around.

It's not easy to walk around here with animals.

Not even with people.

And when he's not running around, what does he do?

I play the trumpet.

It's my passion.

So he does it for a living?

No no.

It happens to me too

to defend people who are in difficulty.

Do you mean as a lawyer? Are you a lawyer?

I am a lawyer.

Oh, what?

And what good wind brought her here apart from... the rain?

The bounces of life.

The bounces of life?

Is it the title of another movie?

Is he okay?

All good, it's okay now.

I apologize.

Are you sure?

Sure.

Po-can I do something for you?

Music is... the best medicine.

If it could play for me...

a song, please...

Do you want me to play the piano now?

Are you sure?

Please.

Will he feel better?

Good morning.

Oh, you scared me!

Good morning.

The gentleman was taking a trip around here and took shelter here from the rain.

He asked me if I could offer him a coffee.

So can you offer me one too?

But yes, of course.

Okay, I'm going now.

Thanks again for everything.

Until we meet again.

Goodbye, madam.

Good luck then.

Thank you.

Anyway,

I hope the rain... comes back soon.

Until we meet again.

Do you want to explain to me?

What do I have to explain to you?

Well, that.

I found it this morning... half soaked.

inside the stable.

He had taken shelter there from the rain.

I couldn't send him away like that.

What is it doing on your mailbox?

I have no idea.

It seems like he wants to

leave us something.

His phone number.

His phone number?

But what... not...

What else if not?

Okay, let's see.

Holy cow.

Five thousand euros... "for the tractor".

Accident.

I contacted all the hospitals in France.

No Leo Massaro is registered.

And no travel agency.

He did not book a plane or train ticket in his name.

There is a good chance that he is still in France.

Yes, if he's still alive.

Come on, stop it.

Suicide is not for him.

No ransom demand, he was not kidnapped.

But you don't disappear just like that! It's not the Blue Fairy or Tinker Bell!

No one has the right to disappear like this. Understand?

In any case, one thing is certain, and that is that he did not run away with a woman.

What do you know about it?

But I don't know why he left,

whether because of you, because of me, because of work,

because of... I don't know.

Stop talking nonsense!

You can't say what you think in this world.

Today we can't talk about everything we want.

But yes, it would be nice, to be able to say hello, you should...

Imagine the mess!

They're all just talking nonsense.

Nobody says what they think anymore!

Or at least most people don't, and...

He only tells lies! Only lies! Constantly!

Could it be that we too are responsible for his actions?

Maybe, but I'm angry with him. Period.

Police say thousands of people disappear like this every year in France.

And they have the right to do so.

Lino has the right to do so, if that's what he wants.

He didn't kill, he didn't rob banks.

I miss him a lot too.

Not just you.

We both miss Lino.

We were fine.

We loved you.

We loved you.

Since you became a star he didn't see you very often anymore.

Where could he be? Has he vanished into thin air?

Many people disappear like this in France every day.

Has he vanished into thin air?

Would you have an aspirin, please?

Sorry, sir, but this is not a pharmacy.

GiпїЅ.

Thank you all the same.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Until we meet again.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Where are you headed?

A Mans.

Where?

We will have a concert at the 24 Hours of Le Mans.

- Ah, Le Mans? - SпїЅ.

Do you have a little place for me by any chance?

Oh... I don't know. You'll have to ask my boss.

Yes! One, two, one, two, three!

But come on, mother,

what exactly is it that you reproach me for?

To have the beauty of the devil?

What does it mean?

It means that...

every time she comes here... she rocks my little world.

And my sisters.

But, mother,

he's saying

what turbo is she too?

SпїЅ.

E... stop!

Stop!

It's going to be a marvel.

Let's get back into position right away.

Two things: You walk too fast.

- Okay? Go slower. - Yes.

Play with desire, grow desire.

- And look at each other longer. - We could make the kiss longer too.

We can make that last longer, too.

The look. The look. Let's do it again right away.

Come on, to your places!

Excuse me, Michael, I have to go for a moment...

to talk to them. Excuse me.

Now, you get ready. Go where you were before.

Even the nuns. Each in his place.

Good morning.

Good morning, this is Mr. Blain, I told you about him.

Ah, good morning, Mr. Blain.

Good morning.

I thought that...

private investigators were only in American movies.

Mr Michel explained the situation to me

and there's only one way to find her husband

as long as she agrees.

Agree on what?

Mr. Michelle will explain.

I'll explain everything to you.

GiпїЅ.

Do you agree?

Well... if you are, so am I.

I agree.

Then I am too.

Life, Love, Death

to love one more day

to the point of torment

adventure will always be adventure

The earth, the sea, the sky

Saturn, Mercury, the Sun

to change the sails

adventure will always be adventure

Time, Hope, Fear

anguish, thrill, happiness

passions, pains, blows

adventure will always be adventure

Both in chorus

prophets, criminals, boxers

devil or good god, for sure

adventure will always be adventure

Life, Love, Death

to love one more day

to the point of torment

adventure will always be...

the adventure

When he was arrested, this photo went around the world.

Look how in love we were.

Do you remember how I used to take you to visit him in prison?

SпїЅ.

Yes, I remember, how old was I? Six, seven?

And I told him

"I'll become a lawyer and get you out."

пїЅ the story of an old piano

who had fallen in love with a trumpet

who happened to be passing by

how you pass in front of the shop windows

What is this love story between a piano and a trumpet?

And what's this story between you and the neighbor?

Children...let's go to school.

You're running late.

See you later. Be good.

The song was nice. We'll do it again.

What can a piano say?

in love with a trumpet?

Let's join our two scores

and to hell with the orchestra

Guard,

for a few seconds

we are alone in the world

Cow!

This is private property!

You have to go out!

Hey! Good morning!

Did you understand what I said?

Get out now!

I'll play dead and then I'll get out.

Are you kidding me? Then I'm coming down!

There's no need to make a fuss!

I arrive!

Okay, I'm going out.

Is this your trumpet?

Okay, come on, I'm going out.

Force.

- Can you at least help me? - No, no, move.

Can you help me?

Could you give me a hand?

Come on, come on. Get out.

- Would you offer me a coffee or something? - Go away!

- Just a coffee. - Go out and I'll give you the trumpet back. Go.

Oh, come on.

It's cute here!

Ahh... I just wanted to take a bath.

Yes, of course.

Now go away. Get out.

- Thanks. See you next time! - Come on!

Go away!

What's this racket?

What happens?

Mrs. Saldmann, what's going on?

Wait a minute, she's my daughter!

My little girl.

I left it with them while I was picking up the trash.

It's my daughter.

Is it true?

Yes, she's his daughter.

What's going on?

Eh?

What's going on? Jeanne? Jeanne!

What is this chaos?

Do you want to explain to me what's happening?

The Gestapo took the Saldmanns away.

I tried to save the little one.

And what do we do with it?

What do you want from me?

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

You bunch of cowards!

Traitors!

Scoundrels!

Dirty French!

You should defend us!

Miss,

when I read this letter,

I will also understand why it is anonymous.

At the door,

Mrs. Dubois, who rescued and adopted her eighteen years ago...

he had made a pact with the Gestapo.

...We have some experience now.

In exchange for the denunciation and arrest of his family

she would have had the chance to keep her with her...

because she couldn't have children.

Treasure?

Draw your own conclusions from the case.

Everything OK?

Who gave you this?

The Lord Knight.

It arrived in your mailbox by mistake.

Is it true?

Did you seriously sell them to the Germans?

Did you really do it?

It must be the concierge across the street.

She's always been jealous of me.

My little one.

Don't come any closer!

E fu...

that very morning...

that the apocalypse began.

Good morning!

Good morning!

Good morning.

Sorry for the disturbance,

would you have some water, please?

What?

A drop of water. To drink.

Ah.

Sure, water, please.

Ah, very kind of you, thank you.

Come, come closer, I'll pass you the glass.

Ah, it's hot, huh?

- Here. - Thank you, that's very kind of you, thank you.

And figures.

Oh.

I'm already feeling better, thank you very much.

Come on, come and sit down here in the shade for a bit.

Maybe, as long as you don't disturb her.

No, no problem.

Very kind of you, thank you.

Oh, I'm exhausted.

Yes. It's very hot.

Nail.

Oh, sure, yes.

I'm already better here.

Can I sit down for a moment?

Of course, come in.

Oh, thank you so much.

That's already better.

- It's really hot. - Yeah.

But go on, I don't want to disturb you, I

anyway I'm leaving right now, no problem.

No, don't worry.

I was just writing something, but...

there's no rush.

Ah. Are you a writer?

Well... sпїЅ.

- A novelist. - I thought so.

- Oh s ? - Eh with .

PerchпїЅ?

- I don't know. - Okay.

So he's writing a novel?

- Yes... absolutely. - A novel, an essay, a story?

No, no, I... I'm actually writing... a novel.

And what is he talking about?

Oh.

Does she really care?

Yes, well, just the time...

- A glass of water? - A glass of water, of course.

In the meantime I'm resting.

Okay, sпїЅ.

- But then I'll go, I promise. - No, no, don't worry.

So, talk...

of a concierge.

SпїЅ.

In practice

in '42, during the Winter Velodrome roundup

unfortunately my grandparents

they were arrested by the Gestapo.

SпїЅ.

and...the concierge of the building saved...

at the last moment my mother was still in swaddling clothes.

GiпїЅ.

And so she and her husband, who was a taxi driver,

he raised my mother as if she were his own daughter.

My grandparents never came back.

It's a true story, then.

- Oh, yes, it's a true story, it's... - It's his story.

- It's my story. - His family's story.

- My family history, yes. - Oh, that's interesting, really.

And then... when my mother turned eighteen

received an anonymous letter which said that it had been

the concierge to report my grandparents,

because he wanted to take my mother with him,

She couldn't have children and she wanted to have one so much,

so that day...

he had my grandparents deported, that's it.

Oh no, damn.

I don't even know why I'm telling you this...

No, why? It's exciting, it's really interesting.

- Seriously, пїЅ... - Yes?

continue, please.

So,

my mother took over as the concierge,

because... when her husband discovered that she had reported my grandparents to the Gestapo

he killed his wife and then took his own life.

- Can you hide us? - Security is chasing us.

Years later, in 1968, during the French May...

...No, no, we just need a quiet place for a while,

My mother helped three students who were running away from the police

and...

He can also stop if he wants,

I don't want... I don't want to bring back painful memories.

No, that's what I'm writing.

In practice...

Really, if it's too difficult I understand.

how to say...

those three young people,

they raped my mother. Yep.

Fermi!

and I was born from that violence.

So I tell

or I'm trying to tell this story.

I can imagine how difficult it is for her.

- I'm very sorry. - I... am very sorry.

- Well, then I'll leave her. Thanks. - No, no, I'm fine.

On the other hand, I also have to get back on track.

Do you want more water?

And is she alone on this boat?

My husband should be arriving.

He had the evidence, he's a musician.

Oh, what?

GiпїЅ.

I'll be here soon.

Until we meet again!

She was really kind.

And figures.

Really.

Thank you for visiting.

And I hope your novel is a great success!!

- How kind of you. I have to write it first, though. - I'm sure I'll be your first reader.

- Really? - Yes.

Well.

Ah, here's my husband!

As I was telling you. The conductor.

Ah! Good morning, sir.

- Good morning to you. - Tomorrow I will play the Requiem.

Laurent.

Good morning, Laurent. Good.

Are these the flowers for me?

No, they're for my wife.

Oh, sure.

Law ?

Ah, I was very thirsty and I took the liberty of asking her for some water,

who kindly offered it to me, we talked for five minutes and now I'm going.

Some water?

I offered him some water.

She was very kind, it was nice of her.

Ok.

So...

is she a conductor?

Yes, yes, a conductor, yes.

I play the trumpet.

As an amateur.

Oh, what?

Come and hear us tomorrow,

we perform the Requiem,

there will be a brass ensemble, choirs.

We play at the church of the Popes' Palace.

Well, why not?

Well, perfect. See you then.

Thank you.

Well,

- see you tomorrow. - Ok.

- Maybe. - See you soon, sir.

- See you soon, thanks. - Yes, have a nice day.

See you soon, and be well!

Yes, thanks again!

HI.

Who would that be?

I do not know.

What does "I don't know" mean?

I told you I don't know.

Thank you so much for the flowers.

What is it that you don't know?

He was passing by here and asked me for some water.

You're not jealous... over a glass of water.

Then he told me that...

Did you want some water?

A glass of water.

And why did he want water?

But how "because he wanted water"?

- He was thirsty, he wanted to drink, it's hot! - Did you let him come up? He came up here?

Avignon, damn it.

Everything starts from refusal,

rejection leads to frustration,

frustration leads to conflict.

Avignon, you do nothing but quarrel with comrades you adore,

with the public you respect,

with your mother who you love, with your girlfriend who you don't love,

but now you have it, what do you want to do?

So you argue with her too!

Avignon, you will leave alone!

You came with dreams and twelve friends,

you will leave alone and barefoot!

Come GesпїЅ.

That's why they built the Popes' Palace here!

Do you know who was in that Palace?

The Pope!

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

Can I help you?

I'm not even sure what I'm looking for.

This is a good thing, because we have a huge selection here.

A shirt to go on the Avignon bridge?

On the Avignon bridge?

SпїЅ.

- We are in Avignon here, right? - We are in Avignon, yes, but...

they are all good for the Avignon bridge.

For example, a model like that seems perfect to me.

It's colorful, the fabric is good, it must be comfortable to wear.

- Yes, it is very comfortable to wear. - What fabric is it?

пїЅ made of cotton. Very soft.

And what is she doing here?

Well... I told him when he came to my farm.

I always come to the Avignon festival.

I also take this opportunity to visit my father,

a kind of philosopher in his spare time,

who puts on shows in his garage.

But it's wonderful.

Don't you want to try on the shirt?

What shirt?

But how? The shirt!

Oh yes, the shirt! Yes, yes, of course. Of course.

It will look great on the Avignon bridge.

The dressing rooms are over there.

Ok.

Let's go?

But... are you two shop assistants here?

Oh, no. I'm alone.

So she's not Manon?

No, I'm not Manon, no.

I'm really going crazy.

Agree.

Do you want to try that one again?

Ah... yes, yes, I'm going to try it, of course.

Nail!

To her.

Nail.

- Good morning, LпїЅa. - Good morning, Laurent.

Everything OK?

It depends on what he's about to tell me.

As I already told you on the phone,

her husband wrote checks...

which seems like good news to me, because it means he's alive.

Okay, but who issued them to?

We have forwarded the information to your investigator.

who provided us with some answers.

Well.

Please, take a seat.

These are the five checks we had to pay,

because her husband is not under guardianship and had every right to issue them.

It's his writing, actually.

The first one is three hundred euros for a psychiatrist.

A psychiatrist? All right.

Maybe he needed treatment.

Then he went to BГ©ziers and bought himself a trumpet

at a flea market.

- A trumpet? - Yes.

He always loved the trumpet.

But the most surprising is this check for five thousand euros

to a peasant woman from Burgundy.

Yes, and according to the investigator they are about to buy a tractor.

- A tractor? - Yes.

Strange, he always hated the countryside.

- And then... - What else is there?

the last two checks are...

- Exactly. - from the famous Avignon Festival.

There's one of three hundred and fifty for some clothes...

and five hundred euros for some flowers.

So the last two were issued in Avignon.

Yes, at the Avignon Festival.

Ok to the Avignon festival.

For now we are in the middle of the Festival.

You made me want to leave with you.

Finish it.

Do you think I don't need to listen to myself?

I need it too.

If I could, Michel, I would take you with me, I would ask you to come.

You are my best friend.

Do you know what what you told me made me think of?

No.

It made me think

to that guy's story

who enters a shoe shop

and asks for a thirty-seven.

The saleswoman says to him: "But sir

she will bring at least the forty-two,

maybe forty-three, can't carry a thirty-seven."

He replies: "Leave me alone and give me a thirty-seven,"

- "But sign-", - "Do you want a slap?

Do you want a slap?

She gives him thirty-seven.

He's showing his feet, you can't imagine how much he suffers to put them on

in those shoes.

They are all huddled together, suffering the pains of hell.

He goes to the checkout like this, limping,

and while he's paying the cashier says to him:

"Sir, don't get angry, I'm asking you this out of simple curiosity,

but why did he buy a thirty-seven

if she wears at least a size forty-two?"

And he: "Try to understand me, madam:

my kids are a pain in the ass,

I hate my job,

I would like to kill my wife,

the only moment of pleasure I have left

пїЅ when I take off my fucking shoes!

Is it clear now?"

Exact!

That's right, that's right!

Yes, that's exactly it!

I feel like taking off my shoes, Michel.

I'm just like that guy who asks for thirty-seven.

I feel

too squashed, I have to take these damn shoes off!

Yes! Long live the newlyweds!

Long live the newlyweds!

Hurray!

SпїЅ!

Like "A river runs through it."

Look at her. She looks like a professional.

Have you seen this man?

SпїЅ.

- Ah. - Yes, I remember that.

This gentleman came a few days ago

to buy a shirt to go to the Avignon bridge.

On the Avignon bridge?

So...

so he told her that?

SпїЅ.

Maybe he's still here.

No?

And you didn't notice anything special about him?

What condition was she in? Did something hit her? Her eyes or something.

No, it seemed normal to me.

So let's go.

Ok.

Thank you very much. Very kind.

Excuse me, but are you LпїЅa Massaro?

SпїЅ.

Oh, would you mind taking a picture with me?

No, go ahead, I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Did he take a shirt to go to the Avignon bridge?

Well, look here.

Perfect.

- Perfect. - Thank you.

A thousand thanks.

And figures.

Thank you.

Well...

I hope you find it again soon.

Thank you.

I can't see anything, these binoculars are shit.

Let's ask them.

- It's a gentleman with a beard. - Have you seen a bald gentleman...

Can I buy you a drink?

Eh?

Oh, gladly, thank you.

Don't you recognize me?

Now.

don't you recognize me?

No.

You avoided me

twenty years in prison. Quite a coup.

Oh, no, no.

Yes, sir.

No, I'm sorry, it's not me.

Patience.

But... thanks for the champagne, anyway.

Nail.

HI.

Michel, if you knew how much I resent him!

How much I resent him!

Ah!

Do you hear it?

Listen.

What?

It's his trumpet, right?

Listen, yes, it's his trumpet.

It's his trumpet, I'm sure, it's his trumpet.

I'm sure too.

Wait, where is this from?

Let's go, it's over there, it's over there.

Come with me.

Maybe over there?

Over there?

SпїЅ.

At that time?

We didn't find it.

We looked for him in all the streets of Avignon, neighborhoods, alleys

At one point we even heard a trumpet,

we thought it was him, but it wasn't.

Could you bring me some tea, Silvia? Thank you.

Yes, right away.

Didn't you find it?

No, I told you.

I don't know, he seems to have vanished into thin air.

Anyway, that was his trumpet. I'm sure of it.

How can you tell?

Because I know how it sounds.

I know him, period, it was him.

No, Dad. No, no, no!

Not you, I'll spare you.

Because I'm going to need a good lawyer.

The man who today

пїЅ in the dock

my friend,

my client, my colleague

He's now back to his senses

and he knows that madness has turned him into a murderer.

Life will have no meaning

but it has a direction: the cemetery.

Be born,

It's not about starting to live, it's about starting to die.

This eternal contradiction

caused his first act of madness.

He threw his phone into the water.

as if it were a pebble in the shoe.

Living badly is worse than dying.

And it's the cause

which brought it directly

to this suicidal madness.

And...

before that,

had to eliminate

who, for love or friendship, had

made to believe he was happy.

On the chessboard of life he thought he was a king

while he was just a madman.

Why, Mr. President?

We are all crazy. She is, they are, I am,

you are crazy too,

everyone is crazy, I am, we live in a world of crazy people.

GiпїЅ,

and that's what we want

the electric current, but not the pylons,

security, but not the police,

or the high-speed train, but not the tracks,

Oh vaccines, but not injections.

Nowadays, you can admire a beautiful landscape,

It's an insult to the blind.

Listening to music is an insult to the deaf.

The restaurants

an insult to anorexics

and hairdressers are an insult to bald people!

пїЅ to escape

to this sea of ​​absurdities

that my friend

my client, my colleague

has undertaken

a pilgrimage without any destination.

A pilgrimage

that brought him here.

Here you are.

I pass the ball to you.

But be careful

because it's explosive.

Because I have to tell you: in life,

there is health, always first of all;

love,

cross and delight.

friendship,

that is, love without the hassle;

the family, which is complicated;

and then there is the grain, the money,

a wild card that allows you to buy on sale

let it be love,

what a friendship

and sometimes even health.

And it is precisely declining health

which brought Lino Massaro here before us.

There are only the songs

to tell the truth

what is the madness of feelings

How could we live otherwise?

if not in madness

of feelings

Good morning.

I am Lino Massaro's wife.

He was taken to intensive care last night.

Yes, he's still in intensive care, third floor.

- Where should we go? - Good morning. I was waiting for you,

I'll take you there.

Agree.

Sir, if you can hear me, open your eyes.

Mr. Massaro?

There's also your family who just arrived, sir.

Can you hear me?

Marie, keep talking to him, sooner or later he will wake up.

Mr. Massaro?

His family just arrived.

First of all, he was very lucky.

If it hadn't been for those fishermen who recovered it

he would have succeeded in taking his own life.

And what would the prognosis be?

I can't make any diagnosis at the moment, but

I can only tell you that you have to be patient and wait.

And while he waits, he raves.

I have to tell you that in his delirium he is convinced that he has killed you all, that he has

exterminated his entire family.

He seems to have it in for the whole world.

Meanwhile his frontotemporal dementia

it just gets worse.

But will he regain consciousness?

SпїЅ,

I'm really very optimistic about this

There are signs.

And then I always talk to him, and...

Can we... go hug him?

Um... no, ma'am, it's not time yet.

It would not be appropriate now.

Yes, for now... we have to wait a little longer.

Life, Love, Death

to love one more day

to the point of torment

adventure will always be adventure

The earth, the sea, the sky

Saturn, Mercury, the Sun

to change the sails

adventure will always be adventure

Time, Hope, Fear

anguish, thrill, happiness

What did he tell you?

He wanted to be left alone.

Everything,

what we do in life...

Hmm hmm.

пїЅ to love or to be loved.

And actresses even more than others.

Why, and you?

You too need to love and be loved.

Why always actresses, actresses?

Hey, how's it going? Everything okay?

They all came.

How do you feel now?

Not bad.

Yes, it's interesting.

SпїЅ.

Oh, really.

It's still a little weak.

- It still needs time. - The important thing is that he gets better.

Exactly, exactly like that.

That's what they told us.

Yes, let's hope so.

- The worst is behind us now. - Yes, that's true.

Ok.

I apologize.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Are you Sandrine Massaro?

SпїЅ.

What happens?

Exploitation of prostitution.

Do you have a warrant?

So? Is everything okay?

SпїЅ.

Until tomorrow?

Until tomorrow.

Until we meet again.

Did you see? Good job, you almost made it.

Now it's my turn though. Let's see if I can beat you.

SANDRINE MASSARO AND HER FAMOUS ESCORT AGENCY ON TRIAL!

Good morning.

Good morning.

Is the healer here?

Oh, no.

It's a little further ahead.

He is watering the flowers.

Oh, yes, here it is. Thank you.

Good morning!

Good morning!

Do you remember me?

SпїЅ.

The suicide of Mont Saint-Michel.

GiпїЅ.

Is he better now?

Thanks to her, much better.

But I preferred the way I was before.

When I was feeling less well.

It would make me

go back to how it was before?

And,

the book of life is read only once.

I will be forced to do what...

I used to do it before and I couldn't stand it.

SпїЅ.

But I'll do it differently.

Differently?

Differently?

Well...

Good morning.

Good morning.

A strange place for a first meeting, don't you think?

SпїЅ.

Maybe, shall we try to address each other informally?

Yes, if you want.

Sit down.

Nail.

You look a bit like dad.

With a few less hairs.

Yes... indeed.

You, on the other hand, have his smile.

Oh, what?

You have a beautiful smile, like hers.

GiпїЅ.

You are very beautiful.

Thank you.

Well.

Tell me everything.

But above all tell me about your mother.

that I have not had the fortune of knowing.

Well, let's say that my mother fought all her life for...

to defend the rights of prostitutes.

PROSTITUTES OF ALL COUNTRIES UNITE!

He wanted...

to have their profession recognized,

build kindergartens for children,

guarantee them a pension,

to have their right to paid holidays recognized,

to unemployment and...

to sick leave.

He wanted,

to bring out the so-called women of easy virtue

from their world of shame and slavery.

How dead I couldn't

abandon everything.

so i took the baton

and the house

and...

the troubles that come with it.

You are married?

No.

On the other hand,

I recently experienced a great love story

which didn't last long.

PerchпїЅ?

Because... he was sick.

But I knew it, so

I allowed myself this parenthesis.

I think about it often.

Very often.

I miss him so much.

And you?

If I'm not mistaken, you've been married twice, right?

Yes. The first time with a female lawyer.

Now I'm with a famous actress you surely know.

Oh, what?

LпїЅa Massaro.

- Of course, of course. - You hadn't connected the name?

- No! - Eh with .

Incredible.

And I have two children,

the first, or rather, the first with my first wife, the lawyer.

She dreams of being a singer.

A-ah.

He sings very well.

пїЅ a talent.

And then...

I also have a son, with LпїЅa.

He would like to become a film director.

He's currently filming the whole family.

And what illness... did you have?

Ah.

Because your mother seemed to me...

SпїЅ.

very worried.

...the loss of filters.

It means I tell everything,

everything that passes through my mind, I have no filters anymore,

this,

I alternate moments of madness with moments of lucidity

and suddenly I say what I think.

If someone seems like a monster to me, I tell them.

Are you telling him?

If I can't stand someone, I tell them, even if I know them.

It's unbelievable.

I would love to be like that.

Frontotemporal degeneration.

But anyway, are you lucid?

Are you OK?

CioпїЅ...

Was I right to choose you as my lawyer?

Will you get me out of this mess?

Luckily I met a healer

which perhaps cured me.

Oh, what?

How many...

are these the girls who work for you?

They don't work for me.

I protect them.

This is what you will have to explain carefully to everyone.

Well.

During this process

the accusation,

he called a host of witnesses before the court

often embarrassed,

sometimes repentant, all men,

who accuse themselves of having experienced a moment of love.

Well, the defense decided to seek the truth from a single source.

An expert source. I am referring to

to the accused,

to whom, with the permission of the court, I would ask a question.

Go ahead, lawyer.

Mrs. Massaro,

Could you explain to us exactly what your job consists of?

Hmm...

how can i say

I am a love merchant.

A... middleman in a sense.

A businesswoman?

Yes, let's say that.

So the girls who work for her,

they are artists.

No, they never work for me.

They render services to men to whom...

which is missing something.

You know, they called my mother the cardiologist.

Because he knew how to heal men's hearts better than anyone else.

I would like that too

that prostitution... did not exist,

that men and women could unite

to satisfy the need for love together.

So what do you propose?

The problem with prostitution is... pimps who don't protect.

But in fact she is not accused of prostitution, but of exploitation.

No, I am mostly accused of helping a little

the case and...

people who struggle to say I love you.

This is why it is the oldest profession in the world.

And it's very successful.

So,

if I understand correctly,

he took over an agency that was run by his mother.

Yes. My mother...

she has always fought

for women's rights.

He always told me that

these women give it their all...

and everything is taken away from him.

Isn't that right, sir?

We live in a world where anything can happen.

And when I say everything,

I'm optimistic, it could be worse.

Whoever,

male...

пїЅ...

from adolescence and in any season

pervaded by a sexual desire

who urgently needs...

to satisfy or to share.

And it's a very strong desire.

A biological desire.

At this point two questions arise:

come...

and with whom.

The randomness of the encounters provides

to a large extent, but

what about the millions instead

of those forgotten by the great galпїЅ of love,

of those excluded from the great adventures for two?

Will these neglected men not be tempted to...

to look for what life has not offered them?

That is to say,

a hug

reconciler with celestial harmony.

And in this sense,

Escort agencies are nothing but

of small marriage agencies, Your Honor.

пїЅ cosпїЅ...

that the professionals of love,

play their regulatory role.

In my opinion, we need to move away from judicial rigor to enter

in the domain,

of emotions and desire.

And why not, pleasure.

We are all old enough to know that a hug,

even... fleeting,

It can relieve a lot of pain.

It's a... infallible cure

against that widespread and painful disease,

called loneliness.

The pharmacists,

Are those who sell anti-stress products exploiters?

When an agency...

connects people with affection deficiencies,

with others who have them at will,

it's not a... at all

bad to blame,

It's a good thing... to be hoped for.

No, it's all your fault, thank you.

Thank you, thank you so much.

Congratulations. Well done.

Thank you, Michel.

Good morning.

What do I prepare for her?

And coffee.

Thank you.

Why did she run away like that?

I don't know, there were his friends, his family,

I was a little scared.

And how's the tractor going?

The tractor is fine, thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

In the misty ocean of my uncertainties I am very happy to see her.

I don't know who said it, but I'm happy to tell you.

Are your children well?

SпїЅ.

Ah.

The situation is complicated.

And all this because of the tractor?

SпїЅ.

I could never explain where that check came from.

It is the incredible fertility of chaos.

Do you have many phrases like this, ready to use?

Oh, yes.

Lots. For example

"the worst is never disappointing,

ladies and gentlemen of the jury."

There's another one I say often.

What happens to us in life,

пїЅ for our own good,

even if it hurts a lot there.

It's my second hit.

It's the B-side.

Do you like it?

- Not bad, not bad. - You always have to have hits.

Come Jean-Jacques Goldman.

I am Jean-Jacques Goldman

from the forum.

And is he also the lawyer of life?

Life could really use a lawyer.

In the end.

In the end, yes.

It was...

His speech was really beautiful.

I had never seen anyone...

to argue in that way, it was impressive,

Really.

She's my stepsister.

- His stepsister? - Sandrine, yes.

Oh, how?

пїЅ that I have...

a somewhat bizarre family.

Oh, and so you...

do you have a dad or a mom or... in common?

Oh, he's a dad, sure.

Linus Massaro.

He committed quite a few crimes several years ago.

And that's how he met my mother.

Ah.

SпїЅ.

she became a lawyer while he was...

I decided to do it because

I used to visit my father in prison when I was little.

And I said I wanted to become a lawyer

to get him out of there.

Unfortunately he died the following year.

And...

I decided to become one also to defend other fathers.

This...

I have re-watched The Bridges of Madison County several times.

And what is your favorite scene from the movie?

When Meryl Streep is on the phone and meanwhile...

she fixes his shirt collar.

Yes, are you aware of the moment?

Here I am.

It may seem silly, but that way he has of

I don't know, to fix that shirt collar...

So if I may...

- Okay. - Here,

It's just a little bit

- Excuse me, here you go. - Oh, you're welcome.

пїЅ the story of an old piano

who had fallen in love with a trumpet

who happened to be passing by

how you pass in front of the shop windows

You think

what a lucky day

somewhere in France.

In the end

money didn't matter anymore

In the end

heaven was childhood

In the end

there is nothing left to regret

The winter

it was as beautiful as summer

In the end

fatality and coincidences

In the end

they were just correspondences

In the end

everything falls apart and becomes bare

Love has run its course despite us

Now

time erases

our looks

in front of the mirror

Now

the heart gets tired,

life goes by

and hugs us,

kisses us and replaces us

gently

In the end

singing is better than silence

In the end

one last glass,

one last dance

In the end

each one in front of his own score

How well those violins did

In the end

we no longer remember being born

In the end

where did all those years go?

In the end

the end

it will never end

Love was how we loved each other

Now

time erases

our looks

in front of the mirror

Now

the heart gets tired,

life goes by

and hugs us,

kisses us and replaces us

gently

In the end

each of us has had our chance

In the end

everyone had to deal with the absence

In the end

the liars

they had the elegance

of not telling us the truth

Oh, the liars

they had elegance.

not to tell us

- Don't tell us - Don't...

say...

la veritпїЅ - the veritпїЅ.

In the end, it's better to have trouble than to be bored.

In the end.

WRITTEN, PRODUCED AND DIRECTED BY CLAUDE LELOUCH