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Rather than love, than money, than glory, give me the truth.

Henry David Thoreau

John, it's me!

John, come on! Open the door! Open the door! I have your box.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

It smells good in here!

When did you open a window for the last time?

John, where are you? I don't have much time.

It's dark in here.

Did you ask about the place where Sid Vicious died?

John?

John, are you there?

- What did the letter say? - Honey, I don't know.

What do you mean?

You said you brought it back. at the reception desk.

I didn't say I didn't know.

You just did it. You said, "I don't know."

Rupert, the letter wasn't for you.

The reception made a mistake.

And return it without showing it to me was just irrepressible?

Rupert, that's enough!

This is my first opportunity

to meet him after all these years.

Honey, I know, but you have a big day.

- Did you open the letter? - Yes.

You saw that it wasn't for me....

Yes, I've already apologized.

... and you just brought it back at the reception?

- Yes. - Well....

The reception could not have been successful. send me the wrong letter

if she didn't have one for me.

They sent my letter to the wrong person.

So, a letter is waiting for me at the hotel.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose so.

Get yourself something to eat...

whatever you want,

and I'll call them right away.

Look, we'll go to the hotel,

and I am certain that that a letter will be waiting for you there,

and that you will meet each other this afternoon.

Was it written in green ink?

What? What?

Was it written in green ink?

I don't remember.

Honey, everything will be fine, okay?

We were informed that the actor John Francis Donovan passed away

at the age of 29.

It has gained in importance in the American television industry,

first of all as Adam White in Hellsome High....

I forgot to work on myself.

That's bullshit.

No network. What the fuck year is it?

Damn it.

Hal, it's me.

Don't do this to me. I have a flight to London at 2:30.

My meeting in Paris has been postponed, right?

I got your email this morning.

I couldn't answer that, my router was screwing up.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I came to say hello because I am a civilized woman.

But you can't make me to write an article.

I don't care about that, send another journalist,

postpones the interview.

Robert Turner of my own accord. is not going to fly away!

I don't care if I scratch his name, I won't do it.

I didn't even read his stupid book.

How can I interview someone if I haven't read....

Do you see me writing on a trendy actor

who exhume his past just to boost his career?

I'm better than that.

All right.

Yes, I have nothing more to say to you.

I'm going to do it.

One hour.

If that little brat allows himself the slightest arrogance,

I don't answer for anything.

Yeah. Hi, Hal.

I can't believe they still have of public telephones in 2017.

It's pretty consistent. with the rest of Eastern Europe.

Production gives us rotten cell phones

who are always screwing around.

I'm on the phone and I'll join you for the interview.

I'm really looking forward to it.

I'm going to settle down....

while you're on the phone.

An author and Anglo-American actor

His mother moved in. in England in 2006

"In September 2017, Turner publishes a brief

"containing all his correspondence with Donovan.

"Donovan died of an overdose."

Donovan and Turner have never met.

OF HIS TIME TODAY, TIMELESS TOMORROW

LETTERS TO A YOUNG ACTOR

Selection of texts by Jonathan Francis Donovan

IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER

Please, take your time.

Don't they feed you at the Times?

Just out of curiosity, of course. Don't think of it as arrogant.

The arrogant actor rushes in in the Art Nouveau café,

dishevelled, wearing an old army jacket.

I have a good feeling about it.

I had forgotten that you could smoke in here.

It will be prohibited in a few months, unfortunately.

Did you like the book?

As you know, as you know, I didn't read it.

I wasn't supposed to to do this interview.

But since we're here,

let's get started, I have a plane to catch.

Yesterday afternoon, when I was told it would be you,

I've read some of your articles.

Yesterday afternoon?

You are versatile for a political journalist.

You co-wrote an article on the ecological apocalypse.

On what, again? The West Coast....

- Juan de Fuca's fault. - That's it, that's it.

An earthquake of 9.2 will devastate the West Coast.

And when is it scheduled for again?

We're 50 years behind.

It could be in 20 years,

and we won't have started the interview.

Aren't you recording?

Please? Please?

I would like a very great Americano.

Can I get you anything?

A double espresso, please.

A double decaf espresso for that triple idiot.

Thank you.

She spoke in foreign languages and he was in his power.

I was afraid you wouldn't talk. of you in the third person.

Now, I'd like to get started,

and maybe I'll get my plane.

If you miss it, this device will take you to London.

You want to that I'm writing this article?

Yes ? Good.

We all remember the scandal,

how the letters have been made public, etc.

Can you go back to the beginning,

when it all started with John F. Donovan?

In fact, we know that.

He answered one of your letters.

And an unlikely match followed.

It's the fairy tale version.

We could come back...

At the end of the fairy tale?

If you want.

That was in 2006.

The summer of my 11th birthday.

I can still smell the smell. of the felt pen he was using.

I can still hear the pen. scratch the paper.

Our letters were handwritten, no computer, no emails.

For John, everything fell apart. when it started to take off.

Everyone noticed the little new guy

and said he was going to be a hit.

But for us,

who had been following him from the beginning,

it was obvious that he was already a hit.

Really.

MY LIFE WITH JOHN F. DONOVAN

No, send me a recap of our discussion.

You were great. You were great.

Will we choose the photos?

You really believe in Santa Claus.

What do you mean?

You're at Vanity Fair.

You say you love it and you stop pissing off.

- Rhonda! Rhonda! - Yes, my darling.

Great hay bales. Thank you, beautiful.

- I have oil everywhere. - Trust me, it's a salesman.

The minor background look a little slutty, It works in the Midwest.

Prada delivered the suit, and Mel took it to your house.

Miuccia says "shit" to you,

and she babbled in Italian, I didn't understand anything.

John! John! The end of the season was too stylish.

The hidden cameras and all that. Too good.

That's nice. That's nice.

Are you going to play Jack Harvest?

He's my favorite superhero!

I'm crossing my fingers, it's not safe.

I love you! I love you!

That's all for today.

I love you! I love you!

I'm seeing Chris next week.

He knows George wants you. to play Jack Harvest.

It's looking good, sweetheart.

It's not just for me.

Larry would have loved it if you had come.

- You owe him that much. - I wasn't there.

I love Larry, but I can't clone myself.

Good, otherwise you'd always have your dick in your mouth.

Thank you for this picture.

Like you never thought about it.

This is the first time of the Hellsome High season.

I really have a huge chance.

Rupert!

Rupert?

- Rupert! - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I look forward to reading what you have noted.

I'm sure you will. that it will be very complete.

He was on the gay planet!

Cedric, this obsession for sexuality

of your comrade really worries me.

Don't laugh.

You will cite three lists and four stylistic figures

in the list that I gave you on Tuesday.

Please, please, I would like to remind you that

that you need to prepare your presentations by Monday.

Don't forget to choose an object that has emotional value

in real life.

Don't tell me about it. your weekend at Hogwarts.

The school has always had been a refuge for me.

In college, I discovered the ordinary meanness of guys.

I mean, boys.

To survive in the jungle, you had to become an animal.

But I preferred to live in my head and in front of the TV.

Another little white man who survives the harassment.

Of course it is!

No, for years, I was only interested in John

and the series in which he was playing,

my world was all about that, at the time.

Have you ever confided this obsession with someone?

What kind of contact person do you speak?

I don't know, a professional.

I didn't see.... What's the name of the show?

Anyway... keep going.

What was your name again?

- Excuse me? - I forgot your name.

Audrey Newhouse.

Yes, I'm sorry.

That's not a common name, Audrey.

You seem to think that that I'm here to talk about an icon

or a very respectable work of art,

or to promote a cultural event.

But I thought I was thinking that we were going to talk about influence,

identity and TV.

If you are looking for artificial ideas

and stupid quotes to make fun of me,

you're going to be disappointed.

It's not about the job, It's not about art.

It's about a man who saved a child's life.

I don't care about that. that John didn't have any talent.

I don't care about that. that he did shit.

I don't care about his story,

today, seems appalling to you.

I know that I know that I'm not rebuilding Aleppo.

We're on the same side.

And this coffee is decaf, Audrey.

All right, let's move on.

My treasure,

I couldn't see you suffer anymore.

I had to understand.

Mom, I'm 17 years old.

More like 30.

What did I miss? I don't want to miss anything else.

Your shoes. The mother knows about it.

She saw him use it her secret powers, she filmed it.

You could say hello.

What? What? Hello.

Does Mrs. White know about this?

Of course, the hidden cameras at the end of the season!

I can't believe it! Did you see what he did?

He's showing his powers!

Look! Look! Look at the keys! The special effects are too good.

You received a package.

It must be a poster, it's on your bed.

All right.

Honey,

what are you? What are you?

You were right, Mom.

I'm different.

The opening credits are coming up.

That's it. That's it.

I can't believe it!

It's a new power!

This is totally insane!

Rupert, not so loud. We have neighbours.

I don't believe it, I don't believe it. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

I'm so happy.

Mom, are you watching? Wait, it's Hellsome High!

I was born to see this.

That's why I came out of you!

Keep it down.

My father had left when I was 2 years old

and since then, I lived alone with my mother.

Our departure from the United States had precipitated

an impetuous maturity.

My mother and I barely spoke.

But since we got here, I never came out of my room again.

In high school, I was laughed at.

because I was the new guy, and besides, I was an actor.

But from my point of view, all my dreams had vanished.

The only one who survived was....

John.

It's hard, of course,

he doesn't have an accent. or the character of an Englishman.

So, we're looking for roles of American who lives here,

or characters a little apart.

I wouldn't tell you that it helps him. to digest his arrival here.

But he'll adapt.

I've given up a lot of things. on leaving for England,

but the letters followed.

The night I saw the pilot of the show he was on,

I wrote a letter to John.

And to my great surprise, he...

- He answered. - Yes.

And what was not at the beginning that a single exchange

continued for years.

Until his death, actually.

"The style, is to know who you are."

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

And your mother didn't know about it?

How could this have happened? go unnoticed?

She's never seen any of them. of these letters in the mail?

A lot of things have slipped through the cracks. to my mother's attention at the time.

She was out of date, she was never home.

I was in charge of the mail, anyway.

You were intercepting them.

Yes.

Why? Why? Weren't you proud?

I was, but more than that, I was afraid.

Afraid that this special thing to be taken from me.

It was my only connection. with the life I dreamed of.

So I protected him.

Until the day I leave this place to become an actor.

Working with John.

I knew there was a way somewhere a world

in which John lived his life.

Very, very far from mine.

Amy and John had grown up together.

They had always been friends.

Amy was going to New York to direct his dream of being an actress,

and he followed her.

They were surprised that people would believe them together since the beginning of time,

but they were playing along.

And things went on and on.

Especially for John.

He often mentioned loneliness.

I knew there were relationships. that he couldn't afford.

What do you mean, relationships that he couldn't

can afford it?

When you have a life like his,

all things and all people is a risk.

The attention we've so longed for becomes omnipresent

and we'd like to run away.

John often slept in hotels.

In one of the first letters, I asked him why.

He said he felt less alone.

Which is weird, the hotel being synonymous with loneliness.

He said that the feeling of loneliness was relativized by the fact that

that people in the neighbouring rooms were often alone too.

It's pretty big for New York.

You know, it's modest, it's pretty shitty,

but this is my home. for some time now.

It's not too expensive either.

When Amy and I have moved to the city,

we lived in Queens, near Flushing.

A real rat hole.

We couldn't afford electricity for the first few months,

so we had to light the apartment. with candles.

- Shit! Shit! - Yes.

One of the neighbors was complaining that he smelled smoke.

When the firemen arrived,

they must have thought that virgins were being sacrificed.

The virgins never interested us.

Are you working tomorrow? Are you on set?

I'm not working right now.

I must be on the set. from Hellsome at 7:00 a. m.

A crazy day full of waterfalls.

Yes, yes, yes.

I'll have another beer. and I'm leaving.

I have to start studying, anyway....

I auditioned for Hellsome....

I can't do that.

Can't you do that?

I have to get up early tomorrow.

Yes, you should rest, anyway.

7:00 in the morning is early.

Yes, I'm sorry.

It's okay, I'm leaving.

Thanks for the beer.

You know all that. through the letters?

Not everything.

John never wrote anything. that I can't understand.

He didn't talk much about his private life.

Not to me, not to others.

If certain rules were broken, he said it would destroy him.

Mom, are you going to get up or go to bed?

Faith is coming Friday, if you can free yourself,

and I'm making my Burgundian beef. that you love.

I don't like it.

The 2.

I don't hate....

Since when don't you love it the Burgundian beef, Jonathan?

Since then, since that you don't listen to people anymore.

And please, don't call me Jonathan.

I'll do something else for you.

- The beef will be fine. - Don't you like "Jonathan"?

That's all right. It's okay, I can do something else.

I'll eat beef.

Come on, tell me about it. Don't give me that bullshit.

You didn't drive 100 miles in the middle of the night to spend some time with me.

His name is Will.

- Ah, I see. - Will Jefford Jr.

I knew him this summer. We've met two or three times.

All right.

I don't know.... I like him. I like him.

He's cute. He's cute.

What? What?

Should I have said hard?

He's a hard-on. Such a hot guy is rare.

Shut the fuck up.

What's the plan?

There is no plan.

How many times are you gonna show me pictures with your dreamy smile on your face?

- I don't have a dreamy smile. - Yes, you do that....

What about Amy?

She's used to it.

And she keeps playing the game?

Yeah, me too.

We're used to it, James.

- It's all right. - All right.

You still don't understand.

- No! No! No! - Get out of here.

Jimmy! Jimmy! You little bastard.

Get out of here. You know how it ends.

Are you stupid or what?

Will Jefford Jr.

This guy will die. at least four minutes after me.

Shut the fuck up.

Did you see the seconds he wins by contracting the words?

It's amazing. It's amazing. Does that impress you?

- He's smart. He's smart. - Is that true?

I give it back to you, my prince.

Or rather... "I'm giving it back to you." since we're contracting.

John was going to see Jimmy at his garage. for their ritual for years.

Jimmy told me that.

I think it was one of the only things that made John happy.

Hi! How are you?

Even though we never wrote it to each other,

John and I had reached a point of no return in our lives.

Inviting Will into his world was an unconscious way

to sabotage almost everything what he had built.

Of course, he didn't know it yet.

And you?

- How? How? - And you?

You're saying that you and John each had their own

reaches a point of no return.

I'd like to know what it's like when you're 10 years old.

It can be a lot of things. But that's not the point.

So, what's the important thing? would you mind, Mr. Turner?

The important thing is that they say

to children than they and their dreams

do not exist or do not count, because they're young.

And most of the children will believe whoever tells them that.

I was constantly told about it.

But I decided not to believe it.

Hello, little girl.

Rupert! What are you doing here?

Mom's late.

Did you hurt yourself?

I fell down.

I see.

"You may not embark without your parents, young man!

"Another ship is going to America in three days."

What cruelty!

But I love it!

Here you go.

You play well.

Stop it, I suck.

Keep going.

"I know you don't let anyone to board without a ticket."

"Indeed, no one!"

Sorry, it fell out.

That's all right. It's okay.

Is that a friendship necklace?

I had one.

No, certainly not. My mother has the same one.

I have the initial of his first name, and she has mine.

How beautiful it is!

Yes.

The party's over.

Where have you been? I was scared to death.

You were late, Mrs. Kureishi brought me back.

No problem, I had stayed to correct copies.

Thank you, Mrs. Kureishi.

- Did you hurt yourself? - I fell down.

Come in. Come in. I'll be right there.

In my turn to be scolded, Rupert!

No, not at all.

It didn't bother me, I live nearby.

I have Rupert in English class, in the afternoon....

I know who you are, Mrs. Kureishi.

Thank you very much. for taking care of Rupert.

I want to know, Rupert. Who did this to you?

And stop looking up to the sky.

- You don't know what happened. - I'm not blind.

What's the difference?

Well, it's simple,

if you tell me the names of the kids, I call their parents.

Mom, that's pathetic! You're coming in.

I'm a little kid, I'm new, I'm an actor.

A grown-up, who has three girlfriends

and who plays on the football team, is coming after me.

I admire the originality.

And Mrs. Kureishi says that contempt is the ultimate weapon.

She should write a book.

She likes what she does and she's a very reliable adult.

If I'm not cool enough to help you,

you're on your own, okay?

When you have fears, you have to face them.

Alan Parrish's father said that

and Alan was vacuumed by the game Jumanji.

It will soon be your turn.

You're the one who says that you have to face your fears?

You're the first to run away.

You ran away from Daddy. and your profession as an actress.

And the thing you put on me on the lips tastes like piss!

You little brat!

Oh, my gosh! You became a representative?

- I'm just kidding. - We're late for work.

What a pleasant surprise! I didn't expect it.

Faith, come on!

We had something planned, but it's been cancelled.

Mom, not in the neck.

I can't hold it in, you smell so good.

I love Swiss Army!

Amy, it's been forever!

I changed my perfume.

No! Since when?

Since puberty.

Stop and kiss me.

I've already kissed you.

I know, but I want more.

Come here, you.

You smell good too.

You smell nice.

What's your perfume tonight?

The Air of Time.

Did you buy me some on Canal Street?

They sell turned perfumes.

Who cares, no one can feel it.

My favorite aunt.

- Shit! Shit! - Well, ghosts!

Adam White?

Don't put a spell on me!

Watch your step, he doesn't really like to be kissed,

or to be touched.

Good to see you, Anne.

Me too, darling.

- You smell good! - Thank you.

Amy, what a beautiful coat!

On the road to success!

You said they weren't coming.

I bet he did it on purpose, to get noticed.

Who has ever seen him arrive on time?

It's the story of his life, and his father's.

I'll open the wine.

Here we go.

Fee, fi, fo, fo, fum,

I smell blood. of a Burgundian beef!

By popular demand,

Ina Garten's recipe Burgundian beef

revisited by Grace.

John doesn't eat it, it's not chic enough for him anymore.

But the others, help yourself,

I bring the gratin. of potatoes.

And I'll warm up a little something for you.

I told you not to do anything special.

Don't worry, it's nothing at all.

Just spaghetti bolognese, with broccoli

and bacon.

I was making you some. when you were playing hockey.

Faith? You can tell me if you need to add salt?

I can never dirty enough.

I walked past the stadium from your college the other day.

And I was wondering....

You're still thinking about hockey, Do you have any regrets?

That's an excellent question. Let's examine it.

You regret for becoming rich and famous?

I suppose so, yes.

Yes, when you could be have a head injury.

Pat, we've told you a hundred times, he hurt himself.

You were a great player. You have a sporty nature.

I didn't say anything, Mom.

Faith?

We need salt.

- Just a little bit. - I knew it. I knew it.

Do you need some more wine?

Are you all right? No, I'll get some.

So, what's the big news?

You're gonna make me miss my sauce.

It's not official....

He's going to play Jack Harvest.

Jimmy, damn it.

Who cares about that?

The whole world.

It's bad luck to say it.

No, damn it, you're as good as a beast!

Jack Harvest, who is he?

I'm betting that he's a famous Democrat,

that they're making a documentary. on his life.

He's a comic book character,

some kind of superhero.

I see.

That's great! That's great!

These films work well right now, right?

But it won't last, will it?

And it's going well?

Nothing's going on. I don't have the part yet.

- The director loves you. - He chose me.

The studio will probably agree.

- We wait... - The whole world, serious.

They're going to negotiate.

Nothing is done.

You're gonna get it, It's folded, it's okay.

I missed the sauce, it's too liquid.

But it's okay.

Don didn't know that Sissy's lover

was hidden in the closet.

He comes home early, pumped up,

at the idea of going skiing.

He opens the closet door. to get his things.

and go skiing.

Sissy still remembers of the face he made.

And her boyfriend left in slalom.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

It reminds me of when you caught your bastard husband

in the cabin with this girl.

I never trusted him,

but then I thought to myself that I was really right.

This is crazy.

I'm going to have some water.

Good idea.

Mom, if you let go of Jimmy

and that you were helping Aunt Faith to bring water?

Jonathan, don't take me down.

I'm not taking you down, Grace.

Yes, it is.

Who wants water?

Water? Do you think this is a church?

Anne, can I get you a glass of water?

Yes, thank you.

You may be the only one to want to drink.

I think we've had enough to drink.

We're adults.

Okay, so.....

everyone wants whiskey, except Anne and John.

Null. And Amy.

Null.

It's better if you don't drink, with your treatment.

Smart.

We'll stop there.

Why? Why?

There's still whiskey left, Jimmy.

Thanks for the support, Patrick.

Fuck you! Fuck you!

I have an idea! Why don't you stay and sleep?

I have cinnamon rolls. to the freezer for tomorrow.

I think we're going to go.

Is it a hotel party?

You know, Pat,

John loves to go to a hotel, from time to time.

You're not coming. to buy an apartment

to a billion dollars?

Yes, but you know, sometimes, he needs peace and quiet.

What for? What for?

Careful, Amy.

Like father like son.

That's enough, Mom.

Grace, I'm going to go.

Can you be careful with people? To your sister, to Jimmy,

to me.

To everything but that shitty whiskey!

I'm not a kid!

I spend my life to give you my attention.

Except for you, everyone else likes my Burgundian beef.

Everyone loves my coffee.

So stop being such a snob. and sit down.

You're making a fool of yourself.

All right, take it easy.

Relax, Brad Pitt.

Shut the fuck up!

You're the one who's going to shut the fuck up!

Oh, my God, how do you talk to your elders?

You're not telling me to shut the fuck up,

and you don't talk to your mother. in that tone.

After what you put her through.

The pills, the bills, doctors, shrinks,

the school fights.

You and your shitty hockey,

not to mention your scumbag father.

Shut the fuck up!

It's not my style. to believe in synchronicity,

to destiny, to horoscopes or that kind of crap.

Oh, no?

But that night,

something in the universe....

obviously clicked.

What do you mean, exactly?

This kind of synchronicity is no coincidence.

I didn't know anything about John's life

and I wouldn't have guessed that our mutual mistakes

would coincide in such a spectacular way.

It's the fucking keum. of the killer series!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

A latte coffee?

My heart is going to explode.

No, I promise you that.

Thank you.

Don't you recognize me, actually?

That was a long time ago. Before last summer.

Long before that.

I come from Pleasant Gap.

Near the University Park campus.

Are you kidding me?

It was your college, wasn't it?

You were playing with the Raging Badgers.

I followed your exploits.

I was reading about you. in the newspapers.

Until you exploded.

Actually, it's kind of you. that made me want to be an actor.

I broke up with my boyfriend. Well, my ex, now.

It didn't go well.

I never thought I'd see you again.

That's funny, that's funny.

Yeah, it's funny.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know, I thought...

I don't know....

That you forgot about me

or that you would like to that I've forgotten you.

I don't know. I don't know.

How is your mother?

She came to see you play.

She was laughing really hard.

It was fun. It was fun.

She's fine. She's fine.

What about your brother? Jimmy, right?

Jimmy?

I can't do that.

I can't go on now.

Look, Will....

You're nice, but.....

You're really nice, but....

I can't do that.

It's not good, it's not going to end well.

I can't afford it.

You're adorable.

You too.

You're nice, but.....

Thanks for the coffee.

I didn't understand his rules, but now it's clear.

How can we live constantly in the lie?

You have to escape.

There comes a time when the mask

cracks, right?

I'm sorry, Mr. Turner...

I just returned from Islamabad. I'll be in Nigeria in eight days.

This whole conversation seems to me

very far from my world.

Is it hard to bear?

Yes, very hard.

I am... How can I say it kindly?

I have a lot of respect for you, honestly,

and I would like so much to feel sorry for Mr. Donovan.

I think these are little problems of the rich.

What are you doing in Prague?

I live here and in London.

No, I'm sorry, I meant..... Where are you from?

You're not coming Congo, DRC?

I think I read that yesterday.

It's hard to know who interviews who.

I was born in Bukavu. But we're getting off topic.

No, we're stopping the pipe.

You think we're not coming from the same planet?

That is not true.

Why would you fight for the truth,

and me, for nothing?

I see you took it the wrong way.

Do you think the stories don't travel?

The story of a kid.

You're not a kid anymore....

So don't treat me like a child.

It's a story. that tells the story of intolerance

of an industry so afraid of losing an audience

that she considers ignorant and obtuse,

that she keeps him in this state for decades.

It's about us.

What kind of society do we want?

What do we want? How is that abstract or unworthy?

I didn't want to upset you.

No, you risk your life for the truth,

and we're playing it cool. with our problems as rich people.

The idea that being privileged determines what can be said,

and that you have to have a rotten life to be able to sympathize,

It's a fucking plague!

That's where I come from.

Here.

You and me, we want to make a difference,

have an impact about people's fears,

on ignorance, bigotry,

sexism, racism, homophobia, etc.

You thought you had the monopoly of these fights?

Where were we at?

Where were we at?

So....

Go ahead, Rupert. We're all ears.

I started documenting myself on John F. Donovan five years ago.

And I found out that we had a lot in common.

For example,

the fact that we have relationships complicated with our fathers,

and that we had a dream to be an actor from childhood.

I wrote him a letter.

I was crazy to think that he would answer me,

but he did it.

Because you are both gay.

Cedric, second warning.

He answered.

And that's the object I chose to talk about.

For almost six years,

John F. Donovan and I, we write to each other

once or twice a month.

He tells me everything on his shoots, on the 7th art,

and explains its complexity to me.

He tells his previews, his "press junkets"...

It's a press conference. with a lot of reporters.

How he knew his wife Amy,

his difficulties with his mother,

and what she thinks about her career.

But that was before that he's not really famous.

He never stopped writing.

I'm only 11 years old,

but later on, I'll be like him. and we'll tour together.

John, whom I prefer to call "J."

often quotes Gore Vidal, great author, critic and essayist.

"Style is about knowing who you are."

John knows exactly who he is

and I know who I am.

I'm an actor,

and I'm John F. Donovan's friend.

That's a big lie.

That's enough. That's enough. You're going out.

Madam, recognize him,

that's a big lie.

That's not bullshit, asshole.

Stop this rude talk!

You little liar.

I have his letters here, dumb-ass. You're just jealous.

Shut up, bitch. Shut up.

Outside, quickly.

Actually, I think she's telling you to go fuck yourself!

Rupert, you stay here.

Cedric, I'll punish you tomorrow.

I will not tolerate incivility in my class.

Come on, come on!

Let's get busy.

Rupert, come here. Come on. Come on.

You know, I'm gonna put you a bad grade.

- Wasn't it good? - Yes, excellent.

It would have been perfect. for your September essay.

You have a real writing talent.

But I was very clear as to the criteria for the exercise.

- A true story. - John is true.

Yes, you're right.

But you made that up.

Not at all.

You know I appreciate your creativity.

Mrs. Kureishi, it's true!

- Rupert. - I swear it! I swear it!

I have the letters,

but it rang the bell. and I couldn't show them.

Can I see them?

So?

Shit.

Oh, my God, the letters! Thank you very much.

Beautiful! Beautiful!

Dad, are you listening to me or not?

Just a moment.

Dad! Dad!

Jesus, Mary, Joseph!

Who are you? Who are you?

Hi, Phil!

How are you doing? How are you? Did you have a good weekend?

- Yeah! Yeah! - Yeah?

Gil, how are you doing?

It's good to see you.

I think we're done here.

Okay, fine. Perfect.

I don't know what's going on.

They would have met in a bar.

It's been months. that they're together.

What? What?

- It's been going on for a long time. - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

You met him! You met him! It's the blond one. who came to the set.

It seems that that there's an article online.

- Oh, yeah? - Yes, I haven't read it yet....

Here you go, Johnny.

"I am happy. It's really a great part."

You have no right to to read the letters.

Don't worry, buddy.

We will respect your privacy.

And my fundamental rights. Thank you.

You want us to wrap them up for you?

Excuse me, sir....

My son was arrested?

Liz, can I talk to you for a second?

I'm going to the canteen.

Yes, the thing is, the thing is....

I need a coffee too. Come on. Come on.

What's going on here?

What? What?

It must be spam.

Besides, you weren't with Will Jefford Jr. this weekend.

If?

You managed to disappoint me so much. in a single evening

that it commands admiration, Rupert Turner.

I'm amazing.

You lie to your teachers.

You're forcing me to quit my job to come to the police station

after you were arrested in the act of breaking and entering.

What's wrong, Rupert?

I'm sorry, Mom.

No, it's too easy.

I want an explanation. right away.

I have a match. with John F. Donovan.

The actor of the show?

Yes, I've been writing to him for five years.

He replied to the first letter, the one we wrote together.

- Did he answer? - Yes.

You never told me that!

What was he writing to you?

Nothing, just stuff about movies, his family and friends.

His game.

- How many letters? - A lot.

That is? 5, 10, 20, how many?

About a hundred.

What? What? Oh, my God, that's not true!

What's the matter with you? Do you hate me that much?

Why did you lie to me?

- I've never lied before. - Stop it. Stop it.

You're a liar, like your father.

I didn't say anything, that's all.

I'm sorry for my lack of time. of vocabulary.

You've been lying for years.

I refuse to be treated as a stranger, I'm your mother.

Are you sure about that?

You never asked me for anything.

You never ask me for anything. on my playing or my auditions.

Cut the crap, it's a disgrace.

It's a shame we left America to come here.

For what? For what? For whom? For whom?

Dad doesn't even have time to see me.

So, what's the point to be in England?

Except lying to yourself on your new super life

that you're imposing on me away from my friends, of my life, and of my college.

Because you realized that that you missed everything.

So, no, I never mentioned the letters.

because you probably would have freaked out and you would have forbidden me

to write to the only person who seems to be interested in me.

in this rotten life of a banality to cry about,

and I can't wait to leave.

Away from you, away from this apartment,

away from your little dreams and your mediocrity.

You can say goodbye at your audition in London.

Well, what a surprise!

I must miss everything, like you.

Rupert, shut up!

It's probably Scotland Yard.

Since when did your son written to John F. Donovan?

Does he write often? What does he write?

Shit! Shit!

Tom, what's going on? a very strange story in Harrow.

How does a TV star and an 11-year-old child

are involved in an incident forcing the police to intervene?

Can you shed some light on this?

Are you sure about the age, Mike? 11 years is bullshit.

Go ahead, Rhys. Richard wrote it.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! That's a bit of a problem for me.

I'm 18 years old, I have needs, I need you to help me.

I have visions all the time.

The ones you had when I healed you?

Sarah.... That's normal.

When I saved you, our souls have bonded,

I don't know why....

Shit! Shit!

What? What?

You had a busy weekend, Johnny!

You're all over it, aren't you?

Yeah.

- Billy! Billy! - You all right, man?

We're rehearsing.

Excuse me, Miss Jones.

This guy's a real jerk.

Adam. What about Diego?

He asks questions. He knows about it.

We'll send Bella to visit her dreams and erase his memory.

Fuck! Fuck! Won't it stop?

Are we going to see the doctor on set?

Let's go to the hospital, it'll be discreet.

Did you write those letters?

- Speak up louder. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What is it? What is it? this whole letter thing?

What letters?

You write letters to a kid?

That's cute....

Repeat, we have time.

They make the adjustments. You have 20 minutes....

Thank you.

What did he say? I didn't hear anything.

Entertainment Weekly

People Magazine

From Barbara: "No nonsense. I'll wait for you outside."

Can you read me Barbara's text?

My eyes hurt too much. Strong, but not too strong.

"Letters to a child and risky sexual intercourse

"lift the veil on JFD's great secret."

We should rehearse.

"The case was revealed after a high school fight has escalated

"in Harrow, near London, in England.

"Rupert Turner, 11 years old, broke into a house

"to take up letters from it that a comrade stole from him.

"Letters that would have been written by John F. Donovan.

"This occurs shortly after the announcement

"of his involvement in a case of male prostitutes,

"with actor Will Jefford Jr.

"No connection to the letters..."

Do you have any pills?

- What? What? - Pills.

Clonazepam, xanax.

You didn't....

lithium, by any chance?

- What? What? - Pills.

I need some fucking pills. Do you have any?

I only have natural stuff.

Damn it.

You want some Rescue?

Out of 10, what grade do you give me? Tell me something.

These morons say that you won't give me more than five.

Billy, you're really annoying right now.

Say, what is it? this bullshit with the English kid?

Are you writing to a kid? Wow!! Busy weekend, huh?

Are you all right?

You're busy, Johnny! That's a bit of a problem for me.

You want to know what I did this weekend, asshole?

Do you think that I want to tell you?

Don't fucking touch me!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Johnny, I'm sorry.

Are you fucking calling me Johnny?

Who the fuck do you think I am?

Who the fuck are you?

Come on, Brian. Come on. Johnny's freaking out. Shut up. Shut up.

I thought we were friends.

No, we're not friends!

We're not fucking friends!

I come here, I say my text, but you don't know who I am.

You don't know my life or my past, or my fucking secrets!

And I have to tell you about my weekend.

because if not, you're going to tell

that I'm a pretentious asshole.

"He's like us, that bastard, he shits every morning!"

That's right, Billy. Of course he shits.

And he is so grateful, so nice,

and most importantly, he's so happy

that he's going to tell you everything. on his fucking weekend!

Shit! Shit!

Then what?

The word "correspondent", I believe.

- This one's my favorite. - It's a good one.

He's so good that I want to to hear the question.

So, do you have a correspondent?

A child, too. Do your job. Do your job.

Do you answer with a child in England?

And why not?

Why not England? He speaks English, so do I.

We belong together. Keep going! Keep going!

Do you exchange letters

with a child actor, in England?

Do we write to each other for years?

It was in the article I read, I read them all.

You'd better!

Yes, if not how would I know what I'm doing?

And I do a lot of things!

That's terrible.

Yeah, it wasn't great.

And then he wrote to apologize, or to explain?

Of course it is.

But that he ignored me, it wasn't the most painful.

I understood that he had no choice.

Even if it was painful.

But the consequences,

with the boys and my teacher, were going to be horrible.

Are you going to miss your flight?

We can end up by email if you prefer.

No, don't worry about it. It's all right.

How much do I owe you? for that smile?

- Fuck you, man. Fuck you. - Call an ambulance.

Excuse me, excuse me. Is there a doctor on the plane?

This behaviour is unusual, maybe the beginning of a stroke.

Audrey, does it smell like burnt?

Are you all right?

- Come on, let's get to work. - Let's get to work.

What happened next?

You're going to the retirement home, today.

And I read in your calendar that you have to wear the uniform.

Then I'll help you.

It's gonna be fun.

Nice and healthy.

You're going to do a good deed

and it'll change you a little bit. of all this madness.

Your feet.

He said he didn't have writes the letters.

They're going to smash me.

Everyone will laugh at me.

I want to stay here with you.

Please don't do this to me.

Don't let me down.

You will never write to this man again.

Do you understand me? Whether it is true or not....

That's true.

See what he's doing to you?

He let you go without hesitation and he will do it again if necessary.

It always goes like this in this environment.

I know you like this job.

But we have to get down to earth.

Think about your notes.

You can have a girlfriend, or a friend.

You have to forget all this.

Today's hearing could change everything.

For once, it was an American movie.

You'll have auditions. at the end of the year, this summer.

If you disappear for a while, you never come back.

Like you.

That's true.

That would be great.

if you didn't remind me all the time.

I know you think that I have no ambition,

and that I'm not strong.

Are you happy now?

But if a kid mocks you or hurts you,

or if an adult makes you look like a fool,

me,

I'll be the killjoy. of service, tiny,

who will come to protect you, okay?

I've never been afraid of missing my career or losing your father.

But I will always be afraid that you're being hurt.

Not today, not tomorrow,

probably not for a very long time,

but one day,

you'll understand.

Hello, Olga. Hello, Catherine.

Timothy, Rodrigue, Kamal.

Celeste, pretty dress.

Cedric, giant shark.

Is anyone missing?

Where's Rupert?

Rupert Donovan is missing!

Cedric! First warning.

No !

Sarah! Sarah!

That's not true....

What's going on? What's going on?

No, it's all right.

Can I come in?

All right, why not?

Rupert dropped this off at school, this morning.

What? What?

"Mrs. Kureishi, don't worry, I'm in London for an audition."

I forbade him to to go to that audition.

Mrs. Turner,

I'm sure I'm sure. that you defended him....

It's okay, I'm not stupid, okay?

You're going to be fine, aren't you? Does he have a cell phone?

- Call him. Call him. - He wanted one.

But he's a little boy.

On the other hand, he knows London.

He's going to see his father. every month, alone.

I mean, he's been there a lot.

I have a conference. to Bracknell this afternoon,

I'm going to call his father,

he'll put it back on the train. for Harrow.

All right.

Thank you, Mrs. Kureishi.

Please, please, please.

I'm going to go now.

- Mrs. Turner? - Yes?

Yes ?

I'm looking at Rupert,

and he has such a bright future. that awaits him.

You see....

This is not the case of the majority of my students.

Let's just say I see a future for them,

but I rarely see

a destiny.

That's the reason why, I think I came,

instead of calling.

I know my son is different. I'm not blind.

Rupert must be so ashamed of himself of me.

He has to tell a lot of things about me,

to make fun of me with all his friends.

Rupert is a very lonely child.

He doesn't confide much.

Before, he confided.

I was going through their written assignments, the other night,

and I saw that you didn't have signed its drafting,

the one on the models.

Rupert exchanged letters with a 30-year-old guy

for five years without us knowing it,

I understand that he didn't hold up. to make me read his essay.

I don't see why.

Have a good day.

Choosing your mother or father as a model

probably lacks originality.

But the person I know and admire most,

this is my mother, Sam Turner.

In the last few years, we moved away from each other,

but you'll tell me, that's life.

Sam was pregnant with me,

my father left her. for another one shortly after

and settled in England.

So she raised me alone.

And for a while, It worked well.

My son Rupert had an appointment at 1:30 p. m.

I was taking care of her. and I even called it "my love",

it made me feel like to be an adult.

But the truth is,

it was only my best friend.

She called me Larry. instead of Rupert,

and we watched movies together.

I think we saw The Secret Garden. a billion times.

She quit the theater. and I started auditioning.

I thought she'd be proud. that I do one thing

to which she had aspired.

Over the years, Sam has been disappointed to see his dreams vanish,

and we arrived here in search of other dreams.

I'm sorry, my son is here...

It's hard for me,

but I understand why she wanted to be someone else.

It's just hard to admit it.

I know I have instituted this distance between us.

Sometimes I would like to that our problems

and the invisible wall between us disappear.

That we both get together,

without having to worry about anything,

without pride and lies.

Then I'll tell him the truth.

I'll tell him how much I love him.

Mom! Mom!

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I'm an idiot! - Aren't you angry?

- I'm an idiot. - No, you're not stupid.

Your teacher came, I knew I was wrong.

Then I read your essay.

Is that true?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

and I'm sorry. that you think I'm stubborn.

You're not stubborn. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

We're going to do it.

You, my Rupy, will be an actor.

I will be there. to support you, okay?

I guess you expected that, didn't you?

Barbara, it's a joke.

We've been through so much together.

I need you and...

Say it. Say it.

Do I need you?

I don't need anyone.

I carefully avoid the need to people for 40 years.

John, my boy,

look around you.

Look at the paintings on the walls, the carpet.

The chair you're sitting in.

I chose this life.

She could have been different,

completely different.

I could have had it all.

If you only knew how many times I refused to work

with extraordinary actors,

of the artists.

I could have been a partner. to prestigious agencies.

I'm sure you will.

I'm not finished yet.

I chose this life.

Not for lack of ambition, I like money.

and everything he brings, I like it.

But I chose this life, because it's the one I can live with,

the one where I'm proud of myself to do my job well.

I couldn't handle careers as businessmen.

Not for lack of esteem or respect.

I can meet them, meet them.

But I can't be them.

I'm not a liar.

And if you become someone like that,

if you hire models to be seen in restaurants,

or at charity evenings...

If you become someone who despises others,

who tells the kids that they don't exist,

I won't follow you in that direction.

It's a dead end, I know that.

I'm not an idiot,

I know you can do it, I'm sure you will.

If that's what you want.

But I won't do that with you.

I've seen too many friends get lost in this spiral,

this black hole of the bluster

which is only a waste of talent.

And time never makes up for it.

I'm done here.

I have Eileen O'Neal on line one.

You'll find another agent. It's better for you.

I'll tell everyone that you fired me.

Put her on the phone, Melanie.

What if I don't want to change?

Talk to your therapist about it.

Eileen, how are you?

I know, I wanted to call you.

I'm swamped. It's going very well.

Kids, are you all right?

At Disneyworld?

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Shit, I should have called.

That's all right. It's okay.

They came by bus,

I'll bring them back tomorrow. for my brother's birthday.

That's great.

I can come by later.

If they sleep at your place, we can go get a beer.

I need to talk.

With me?

Yes.

No, you don't say anything.

Look, I think I'm

that all this....

John, I like you,

but all this, all this history,

this whole picture thing,

it's a little... I don't know.

You're ashamed, aren't you?

No.

But you do, though.

I wish you'd called me.

It wasn't the right time.

That's all right. It's okay.

Connor needs you!

Just a second, Mom.

Sorry, I'm on my way.

Do what you have to do.

I am young.

I know what I want.

and who I am.

Being someone's secret lover,

it's not part of my plans.

All right?

I'd let you in, but....

I understand.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I sent my book to Will, but I never heard from him.

John spoke of him with affection in his letters,

but no one really knows what he's become.

I heard he came home. and that he does everything but the actor.

Barbara Haggermaker said in an interview

for an article on women of power

that his great failure wasn't for firing John.

No ?

It was not knowing him.

When his illness, his past, when everything was revealed,

a lot of people have felt that way.

But do you need to know an artist?

What should it reveal about him?

Why is this important to us?

Derek O'Brien answers Harvest's role at Disney.

And John, what happened to him?

He just disappeared.

They sold the apartment.

I think he's back in business.

the life he was leading a short time before.

Hellsome High shipped Adam White on a spiritual journey to Africa

in the middle of the sixth season.

I remember that episode.

It was called The Departure.

It was appropriate.

The guy John assaulted on the set filed a complaint.

There was an out-of-court settlement and that's when it ended.

He wrote to you during these months of....

What was it, you know?

These months of isolation, addiction, depression?

I have no idea, he didn't write at that time.

I wish I could have been there for John.

I lived far away, and we weren't in the same world.

Life went on.

John had kept this habit

to eat in the kitchen from a restaurant he liked,

and where he had written to me so many times from.

He had not cut all the bridges.

After the London episode,

my mother allowed me to resume the hearings.

A series of happy accidents and an audition

had earned me to be called back to New York.

Of course, I was delighted,

but mostly because, as we had planned,

I'd see John. for the first time.

In five years of correspondence.

But isn't that Hellsome High?

It's you, isn't it?

I'm sorry, I know that that's not your name.

No... it's a high school.

- My name is.... - John F. Donovan.

I'm not that old.

That must piss you off, but....

my grandson is one of your big fans.

I was with him. on Canal Street the other day,

he saw the poster for your series, and he couldn't hold his place anymore.

He just stood there. for five minutes.

He wants to be like you, when he grows up.

Magic powers included, of course.

Oh, yeah?

I assure you.

I'm not disturbing you any more.

No, you're not disturbing me. Stay here.

You're very kind.

You're moving in here. to be a little quiet.

and an old fool comes along by yelling.

No, really, it's...

We are waiting for your next extraordinary adventure.

I don't know, sir.

What? What?

I don't know anymore.

I have the impression.... Sorry....

I have the impression....

Talk to me, please.

I feel like

that I ruined everything.

Do you understand?

I keep thinking to myself...

What if I don't have anything to do here?

What if I stole someone else's place?

Say something. Say something.

Make fun of me.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Who am I to collect these confessions?

I know. I know.

I'm sorry, you should leave, I shouldn't have bothered you.

In my opinion,

things are simple.

People, on the other hand,

have a mysterious propensity

to make them complicated.

You already know that you made a mistake,

what makes you different of most people.

Personally, I'm looking at you,

and everything I see,

he's a young man whose my grandson appreciates the work.

How did you choose to repair your mistakes

is your business and God's.

But the question is....

How could you possibly stealing a place

that was created especially for you?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I've never seen you here before.

You see me now.

Oh, my God, I think I should go.

Go home, go home.

You are too young to eat alone in shabby kitchens.

Mom! Mom!

What are you doing here?

I have to say, it's really

the perfect evening.

So, is Amy okay?

That's because did you meet anyone?

Anyone else? Anyone else?

No !

You're not gonna do that to me. Stop it. Stop it.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - You're not leaving already!

In the middle of the game. Are you kidding me?

I have to get going. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't know....

I'm not fucking good at this.

You know, John,

I read a lot of things about you.

Everyone passes me articles. I read everything.

I see everything you do,

all emissions, your work, everything.

I am your career and...

There's something you said....

Mom, what did you read?

You said it a few times.

You said that....

You said we're.....

that we weren't coming. from the same planet.

I come from this planet.

And you,

you are coming

of me.

And I know that....

I don't think a mother is supposed to be her son's friend,

but I know you.

And I was the first.

So, we're playing cards, okay?

Mom?

You could run me a bath.

and ask me to spell words, as before?

If you want to.

Can I sleep here?

My darling, you can stay for the rest of your life.

So much fun!

Stop it! Stop it!

You should try it.

Stop jumping on that bed.

You're gonna break it, you're gonna break everything, and you're gonna break a bone.

Who can dry their hair in that blue light?

Do you want to go back to England?

- Mom? - Yes?

Do you think John answered to my letter?

The reception promised to call.

Look on the bright side, darling.

It's a full moon.

It's probably a sign.

I suppose so.

It'll be hard to avoid the smoke. between mother and son on my Myspace.

This one looks pretty good.

Prandrial?

What the hell is this thing? Preprandial.

It's easy. It's easy.

P-R-E-P-P-R-A-N-D-D-I-A-L.

"Which occurs before the meal."

What a nerd!

Is that it? Is that it?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What? What?

That's how you spell it, right?

Honey, how are you?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Are you sure about that?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

There are a few things that will change, that's all.

It's a little scary, but you know, all you have to do is....

you just have to be yourself.

The horrible thing!

Shut up, you little prick!

What the fuck is wrong with you? Fucker! Fucker!

- Watch out, boys! Watch out! - Turn up the sound.

- Die. Die. - I love this song.

- Go ahead. - Seriously?

I know what it is.

It's a great song!

I think that....

My story ends about here, Audrey.

Is that true?

From what Grace Donovan told me,

this is the last time than she and Jimmy,

and anyone else they know of, saw John.

In that case, if I can ask one last question,

how did you know about it?

Yes ?

Yes, bring it in.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

If my son sees the letter now,

it's gonna drive him crazy.

Is that from Mr. Donovan?

No, I don't think so, Mrs. Turner.

A young man dropped her off

by saying only to give it to Rupert Turner.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Thank you.

Have a good day.

"Dear Rupert,

"I haven't slept in a long time, maybe several months.

"I'll have to find some time to sleep and to think.

"You know, I gave it my all in my life.

"I took care of my job, of my career, of my reputation.

"I took care of of my friends and family.

"And I was so busy that I forgot to work on myself.

"Just as the boys have become men,

"I became famous.

"Rupert,

"I wish you to live a life

"full of success and accomplishments.

"But above all, I wish you to live.

"Live before you lie.

"It all boils down to this, fatally.

"Some lies are the most beautiful interpretations of an artist.

"And some lies are

"of pure beauty.

"But you're too pure to lie now.

"Because I know your dreams,

"because I know your desires,

"I also know disappointment,

"the loneliness you will experience inevitably.

"Rupert,

"I can't imagine a young man more impressive than you.

"I can't dream of a more attentive confidant,

"a more unusual friend.

"I was thinking to myself

"that the greatest success of our friendship,

"is that no one

"will really understand it

"until you decide to do so otherwise.

"I will find a way to join you, I promise.

"Soon, I will surface again."

John, it's me.

"But for the moment,

"I must sleep,

"I want to sleep and start all over again.

"Your friend.

"John."

I won't hide it from you, after all this,

I'm a little curious. to know if....

What if he killed himself?

We'll never really know.

I don't know anything else. than what he wrote to me.

Perhaps that...

he killed himself. because he had dived in.

in deep despair, etc.

It's a little easy, isn't it?

Either he really wanted to sleep

and he made a very serious mistake.

In his last letter, he looks hopeful.

And you will understand that, for obvious reasons,

this is the version that I have chosen to believe.

All right, Rupert.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about this bad start.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of the check.

- I'm being picked up. - Go ahead. Go ahead.

- Good luck with that. - I just have a scene.

No, I'm not talking about today.

I mean.....

in your career,

your life.

I hope you will have whatever you want.

I already have what I want.

Good for you.

See you soon.

Adaptation: Isabelle Audinot

Subtitles: ECLAIR