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Are you closing?

It's fine. What will it be?

I'll have mineral water.

Cigarettes?

Marlboro Lights.

Five euros.

Here.

Thank you.

Good bye.

Thanks a lot.

Good evening.

Excuse me...

Where I can find a hotel?

There's this.

There are some more down there.

I can show you.

That would be nice.

And your dog?

Your dog?

I don't have one.

I missed my train.

I often miss my trains.

And I lost my cell phone.

Not my lucky night.

It's so quiet.

At night, it's a ghost town.

It's scary.

Country towns.

Do you live here?

I don't know where I live anymore.

Are you okay?

I feel... the same thing happened to both of us.

I'm prying. I'm sorry.

What happened to you?

I don't know why it's always so...

It's always so violent.

Want a cigarette?

Hold on.

Sorry.

Is it someone you love?

It's my turn to pry.

I don't know.

I really like women.

- All women? - Not all women.

Do you have women galore?

It sounds grotesque, but...

I meet them, get to know them...

Meet them where?

All over.

At the movies, in the street...

in churches.

Churches?

At mass.

At funerals.

You can meet tons of women at funerals.

What turns me on when I meet a woman...

is that I tell myself

I'm entering her private life right away.

That's what overwhelms me. The rest doesn't matter.

So with me you're thinking:

"I want to enter her private life right now."

Funny, it's like... we know each other, we met already.

You've probably said that before.

Yeah, I probably have.

This one's not bad.

I'll go see.

I'll wait for you.

Just a minute.

Is it okay?

I need some more fresh air.

Will you come along?

Are you sad?

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Choices to make.

Yes or no answers.

Pretty, isn't it?

I was born here.

It's funny...

staying like this.

Staying like what?

Not doing anything. I'm not used to it.

It's not nice?

It is.

What's your name?

How old are you?

- And you? - The same.

That's it.

It's past midnight.

You okay?

Taken by surprise.

It's your birthday?

Today you're 47?

It's no big deal...

It is.

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

I'd like to go in the desert.

The desert.

To see the sunrise.

Shall we go?

Yes.

We'll meet again.

Where?

When?

Here?

- I can come to Paris. - Okay.

How about next Friday?

At 6 pm.

The Eiffel Tower.

The Jardin des Tuileries. By the fountain.

Okay?

Let's exchange numbers.

I'll be there.

Sylvie...

You made up your mind?

You're not coming?

You haven't decided or you're not coming?

Is that you?

Finally you're not going?

Are you okay?

I went there when he was alive.

To buy a desk from him and a beautiful dresser.

He wouldn't sell.

- It's all for sale now. - Meaning?

Everything in the house.

- Nicolas, you can help. - Sure.

So I met someone.

When?

Last night.

What happened?

Is it serious?

Yes.

Will you see him again?

Will you tell Christophe?

Lot 14, a superb, 18-century sculpted mirror in gilded wood.

Bidding starts at 900 euros.

900, the gentleman.

950, the lady.

1000. We're at 1000 euros.

1050, the gentleman.

1070.

1070. No one's going higher?

I'll stop at 1070.

Going, going, gone for 1070 euros.

- So beautiful. - We'll never sell it.

You always freak out.

Don't worry.

- Is it period? - Yes. 18th century.

Do you have the key?

No, but we can find one.

- I'll take it. - Sure.

I never get it right.

Coming?

- When is Paris? - Friday.

Are you afraid?

Can we drop you off?

Come in, please.

Have a seat.

So...

Mr. Jian Ji Ye and Mr. Xuequin.

I wanted to meet you because I plan...

to audit

your company's earnings over two years.

Okay?

Owners. You two.

Jian Ji Ye.

Which of you is him?

I don't believe it.

Don't you speak some French?

I'll never manage.

Listen... I try, you try.

We all try, okay?

Gao Xuequin. Who is he?

Is he dead? Who is he?

Gao Xuequin, dead. Is someone dead?

Gao Xuequin is someone.

Who is he? Is he dead?

You?

Excuse me...

I have to go.

I'll see you again.

Sir, can you hear me?

You fainted.

What's wrong?

Help me.

Please help me.

You know the speech.

A healthy, balanced diet.

Watch your weight, exercise, no alcohol.

Smoker?

So quit.

Avoid extreme overexertion. Aggravation, stress.

Live a calm life.

Did you finish the audit in the country?

I think it's a shell company.

I'll go back.

Where?

There.

It's good.

What's Minneapolis like?

It's a pretty big city.

Surrounded by farms and forests.

I hear it's really nice. We'll see.

- I'm going to burst. - A little.

The two of you have never been apart.

The three of us.

It's life.

Got a cigarette?

When will you stop bumming cigarettes off me?

I'm quitting.

Really? Why?

No reason.

Don't discourage her.

I smoke them with her.

I'll get the dessert.

Change the plates.

Hurry. I heard the taxi.

- How about the plates? - We have to go.

A small slice.

We have to hurry.

Just a little.

Can you take this?

Goodbye, Mom.

Sophie!

13.5.

Blood pressure a bit high.

What exactly did you feel? Palpitations?

Like being in a vise, as if...

I was being squeezed.

It happens at night.

When it gets dark out.

Stable pulse.

Normal heartbeat.

I think it's in your head.

I'm afraid.

I can't say nothing happened...

Heart attacks are serious.

Try to live normally. Without dwelling on it.

You should be fine.

You okay?

You don't seem to be.

Commercial revenue we somehow didn't declare.

A fiscal year...

that went undertaxed.

I have no idea. My sister did the books.

But it wasn't on purpose. It was a mistake.

It's awful being suspected.

You justify yourself guiltily. It's humiliating.

I'm honest. Honesty matters to me.

I'm honest.

They won't doubt your good faith.

Like me.

Ask the Tax Department to let you pay it off month by month.

I'm sure it's not a huge amount.

Don't worry.

Or get an accountant to help.

I can help with this audit. If you want, I can.

I don't feel right asking.

It's sort of my job.

I'll do a good deed, spare you anguish.

Okay, then.

Sorry. I make a big deal of everything.

Know what we'll do? Friday...

I'll come by. Show me your books.

End of story. Okay?

Afternoon? It'll get me out a little.

- Does that work? - Okay.

Thank you.

See you on Friday.

My address...

Your name?

Sophie.

Marc.

Is Sophie Bergé in?

Someone for you.

Find your bearings?

Just need to put some order in it.

Thanks. It's kind of you.

But I am kind.

You don't seem mean either.

I don't know.

Sophie, someone's here.

I'll leave you.

I'm almost done.

I've done a yearly forecast, okay?

How can I put it?

Declare bankruptcy.

Just kidding. It's nothing.

It was just a joke.

It's nothing at all. Sorry, bad joke.

Spread over 2 years, you won't notice a thing.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Are you okay?

It's tough since my sister left.

I can't manage.

Where did she go?

The United States.

We've never been separated.

She means the most to me.

It's silly.

Without her, it's like anything can happen.

I understand.

- I'm leaving. - Okay, Gabriel.

I'll close up. Good night.

What could happen to you? Nothing.

I don't know.

I always say "I don't know".

So do I.

They call me Mr. I Don't Know at work.

"I don't know"...

I don't know...

I'm like that.

I always imagine the worst.

"Sophie" comes from Greek, for wisdom.

Imagining the worst is wise.

I don't think so.

I have to stop crying all the time.

It's pathetic.

You don't look pathetic.

Very nice mirror.

Want to have dinner?

Unless you have other plans.

We can go to the Laetitia.

I'm not from here. I work in Paris.

I'm here for work. I go back tomorrow.

You don't know the area?

No... well, yes...

I mean, a little.

I love to eat.

But I'm a messy eater. So are you.

You do.

Why antiques? Don't say "I don't know".

I studied Art History.

My sister and I took over our mother's shop.

And your father? What does he do?

No idea.

No idea at all.

You don't want to know?

Where is he?

You're angry.

You judge him.

I don't judge him. I kill him.

And your parents?

Dead.

An orphan now.

Free as the wind.

It's so quiet.

Country towns.

- I'm moving out. - What?

- I met someone. - What?

I can't stay with you.

I've fallen in love.

I can't help it. Sorry.

Who is it?

I have no choice.

We always have a choice.

Excuse me.

Wait...

It's like in high school.

- How's it going? - Fine and you?

- Can I help you? - Sure.

So tell me. What was wrong in the books?

Nothing. I was just confused.

You see...

But without him...

Speak of the devil. We're talking about you.

What does he do?

Tax Department.

What?

He's a tax inspector.

Really?

Want to say hi?

Say hi to Sylvie?

Come back! I didn't see him.

Busy unloading!

He's acting shy.

Please, come in.

Marc.

Go ahead.

They're very cute.

It's true. You look alike.

Pictures all up the staircase.

You know Sylvie?

How did you decide to become a tax inspector?

My father was one.

It's true. And I like it.

It's a job I like.

The image of the evil taxman isn't true.

It's a pleasant job.

You meet lots of people.

You enter their private lives.

Real connections...

are made in an audit, I swear.

You can make friends.

Not with everyone.

You meet women.

I met Sophie at the Tax Center.

She was lost in her figures.

And I stepped in.

I never saw it like that.

The people I met at the Tax Center...

Finished, honey?

...weren't as nice as you.

How nice. It was delicious.

Your mother's beautiful.

- Shall I leave you two? - You mind?

Sit down.

Here we go.

So you live in Paris

and spend weekends here?

Not very practical.

What is this grilling?

You're right.

Not at all practical.

I love being out of Paris.

I asked to be transferred.

Really?

- You're committing... - Wonderful.

I know why I'm committing.

Is it on?

- It's okay. - I'm letting go.

Marc's life is here now, in this small country town.

He and Sophie now barely ever say "I don't know".

What do I do with this?

Nothing. Sit on it.

Tax Center

She picks him up after work.

Or he comes for her.

He is happy.

On weekends they fix up the apartment.

She does so with passion.

They gradually make it a place of their own.

With her, he finds a peace he had never known.

It is a normal life.

I don't know the proper term...

To the bride and groom.

I'm very happy for you.

I'll kiss you too.

My mother always sees big.

I was thinking 50 guests. Something simple.

Not you?

Yes.

I was never good in English.

How do you get by?

I'm making progress.

Go on, say something.

Go on, please.

A long way to go!

You're teasing me.

Look who's talking.

Where is the invisible man?

At work. Want a picture? I have none. Not his thing.

I'll see him for real.

When?

Not bad!

You Okay?

Sophie?

Remember when we imagined our wedding gowns?

Yes.

So what is yours like?

You'll see. When do you get in?

The same day.

With my new job, I can't stay...

I can't stay for long.

- Is Christophe coming? - I don't think so.

Are you two okay?

Where is the ceremony?

In Mom's garden.

You know Mom. I just wanted us. She wants the whole world.

I'm glad for you.

Simon? You got big!

Laetitia.

Thanks for coming.

This is Coline.

My brother, my witness.

Jean-Louis, my mother-in-law's brother.

My mother-in-law.

My brother. He'll be my witness.

Hello, madam.

Hello, miss...You!

Sylvie missed her connection. Delayed!

No problem. She'll join us.

And not be my witness?

She'll sign later. Don't worry.

She'll be your witness.

Marriage, as part of the social fabric, grants you rights,

but duties too,

elaborated in Articles 212 to 215 of Chapter 6 of the Civil Code.

"Marriage is based on the mutual consent of both spouses

"and presupposes the goodwill to behave as husband and wife.

"The spouses are mutually bound to live in matrimony.

"They commit to mutual respect,

"fidelity,

"aid,

"assistance."

Sophie Anne Elisabeth Bergé, do you take as husband

Marc Benoit Beaulieu, before me.

I do.

Marc Benoit Beaulieu, do you take as wife

Sophie Anne Elisabeth Bergé, before me.

I do.

I declare you husband and wife.

They're always talking about audits.

"Good." "No good." The Chinese are clever at that.

To the bride and groom.

And to wine.

Come meet our charming Mayor, Philippe Castan.

My brother, Jean-Louis.

To your happiness.

A gang arrives...

starts robbing the cars.

Two days before Christmas. It was packed.

They threw everything away, bit by bit.

Two-week treasure hunt.

From Valence to Grenoble. We traced them there.

Objects all along the road. I got about half back.

- Not bad. - Yes!

- Just stay here! - We got a hotel.

- Sleep here. - We leave early.

Eric, wait up...

We never get together.

We should more often.

I know. It sucks. Take care, Marc.

Careful on the road!

...V for Vintner on the capsule.

Often you can't see it because the waiter removes it.

So you can't know if it's vintner, merchant or harvester.

It's important...

Go to bed.

Can I help?

I'll be fine.

You're hiding an alcohol problem? Anything else?

Yes.

What?

I smoke... I smoke in your office.

I hide out. I smoke.

Really? But why do you hide?

I have no husband. He left.

He's upstairs resting.

You came without Christophe?

I want you to see him.

- She'll see him later. - I want her to come now.

Waking up?

Did we scare you?

Can't see a thing.

Say hello. You're like two ghosts.

Marc reorganized the books.

It was about time.

Thank you.

Back to work already? How promising!

I have a hangover.

I need some fresh air.

Go on.

Tax Center

Excuse me.

Is anyone working today? - Yes, there.

I didn't tell Mom.

I'm pregnant.

Once again, life goes on.

3 or 4 years go by. Sylvie never returns to France.

She still lives with Christophe in Minneapolis, USA.

Did we win?

Win what?

- What's that? - A rock.

Let's go.

Hector, eat. Stop playing with your food.

- To the galaxies! - It's a shark.

Perhaps Marc thought too much of Sylvie.

Not anymore.

He leads this life.

Mom is turning 60, and Sylvie 40.

She had her young.

She was in love.

Why don't we throw a big party for both of them?

Something unforgettable.

What can we do?

I don't know.

He is such a pain! Here!

I can't, sorry.

I can't get her on Skype. She's never there.

If she can't, she can't.

If she can't, it's not worth it.

We'll do it without her.

I shouldn't tell you but...

I checked out the Mayor's tax returns.

Something's fishy.

Castan? Cheating on his taxes?

Keep it to yourselves.

I'm going to investigate a bit.

- You'll summon him? - Before elections?

No taxpayer is above the law.

You said you hate tax auditors on crusades.

- He married us. - So what?

You do your job conscientiously and it is to your credit.

Maybe a few mistakes or rough guesses,

and I'm willing to help.

Trust my good faith.

Given the sums involved,

good faith has its limits.

Do you really think I'd risk my situation?

My reputation, all I've put into this city?

I don't know.

I've seen so much in this job.

Money defies rationality.

People play with fire, risk everything for nothing.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

You know, life teaches us to be reasonable.

I'm attached to what I've fought for.

Why risk losing it?

Why...

Thank you for coming.

I was in New York.

In fact, I think I'm going to move there.

It's better for work.

And Christophe?

We barely see each other.

You'll tell me.

It's there.

What's under your bed?

She's coming.

Here it is.

Sylvie's coming.

I'm so happy. You get to meet Aunt Sylvie.

At Grandma's birthday.

Because it's her birthday too.

Know what we'll do tomorrow?

We'll buy colored candles.

And then you'll draw them nice pictures.

Yeah, right!

How's the food?

You don't miss Paris?

At all?

You don't want to come back?

As far as your gardening goes...

I'll ask you to slice it.

A plate, please.

Marc, come on.

Between the sisters.

Now I have everyone's face.

It seems perfect.

You're all in frame. 1, 2, 3, go!

It's not a funeral.

Smile.

Mom?

- We'll eat it in there. - Think so?

From the top?

Once more!

Where are you going? Come for the candles.

Happy birthday.

A song! A song!

Go on...

At the crystal fountain

where we would run and skip

I found the water so nice I decided to take a dip

I've loved you for ages

Never I will forget you

I feel good with her here.

It's silly.

When is she leaving?

Tomorrow.

It's a war zone here.

There's champagne left. Anyone?

We drank too much yesterday. And ate too much.

So what's it like?

Turning 40?

I don't know... Nothing.

Is work going well for Christophe?

He was made head of sales.

Of the entire east coast.

Very good.

If you want to have kids there, you need money.

You don't miss France?

I do.

Hold on!

Coming for a walk in the woods?

- I'm exhausted. - And you, Mom?

Is that a pig or a wild boar?

A pig!

A pig...

Let's go!

- Let's go. - You don't want one?

Let's go! Fast!

We didn't lose them.

Sylvie!

Sylvie!

In here.

Sylvie's not well, don't you think?

I wonder if she's happy there.

She mustn't waste her life.

She's capable of so much. Wonderful things.

Stop it!

Stop with "wonderful". Everything's wonderful with you.

Everything!

Accusing my client of tax fraud is very serious.

Your assumptions are very vague.

It doesn't hold up.

Counselor,

there are too many mistakes, too many omissions

in Mr. Castan's tax declarations.

Year after year.

I'm requesting an audit and an adjustment.

During the municipal campaign?

You're doing him great harm. A swipe at his reputation.

I question the innocence of your motivations.

- We could sue for libel. - Go on.

If my suspicions of embezzlement,

misuse of funds, conflict of interest are proved true,

it will be out of my hands.

It will be a legal matter.

The file will go to the prosecutor.

- What are you after? - Nothing.

I do my job.

It doesn't sicken you?

What sickens me, Mr. Castan,

is that you make more and more money

and pay less and less in taxes.

That's unfair.

Yes, I'm rich. How evil.

I can see you at your wedding. Lost. Wavering.

Thinking of taking flight.

When your wife put you to bed like a child,

it was moving.

All well at home?

Find marriage disappointing?

Keeping busy?

The law is the same for everyone.

You've cheated enough.

Now it's time to pay.

I won't let go.

Listen to this prick lecturing me!

Who doesn't cheat?

Who is blameless?

You? I'll pay, but so will you.

- Threatening me? - Warning you.

I'm concerned about you.

Think it over.

Think it over.

Mr. Beaulieu.

I'll keep you informed.

I'm not going to feed you.

You can eat by yourself.

Come on.

Can you wash my hands?

Finish eating first.

Then I'll wash them.

Some of this?

A yoghurt?

Vanilla or chocolate?

Vanilla.

Yeah, that's it. That is vanilla.

I'm coming

What do you want to eat?

I'm not too hungry.

When?

I have to answer.

Now?

What do you think of Hector?

Cute, isn't he?

When are you leaving?

Tomorrow.

You smoke too much.

I know.

I'm going to bed.

Yes

Drive, drive!

Where are we going?

I don't know.

About that time in Paris...

I don't want to know.

- I went. - I don't want to know.

You have to know.

I had a coronary thing.

I had a heart attack.

I almost died.

I made it there. But you'd already left.

You believe me?

Say you believe me.

It's not my fault.

Say you believe me.

Wait!

Is your heart better now?

I don't know.

It'll be better if you stayed.

Where are you? Worried

Why did you choose her?

I didn't choose her.

Sophie means the most to me in the world.

You understand?

If she finds out, I die.

Are you going to tell her?

Swear to me.

Swear you'll never tell her.

I beg of you. I beg of you, never tell her.

We'll never meet again.

Come away with me.

We'll go somewhere. I'll see to everything.

Afterwards, we'll see.

Okay?

Okay.

That way, it will be full, full.

Try to blow a little.

You're here?

Want to try?

- Hi, Daddy. - I'm putting soap on you.

Check this out.

I'm putting soap on you.

You okay?

Are you tired?

I have to go to Paris, to see my superiors.

Is it serious?

Christophe called again.

You're three days late.

No news. He's panicking.

- I'll call him. - You won't.

I will.

When are you going back?

I need to make a trip first.

Not long. A few days.

Then I'll see.

I'm going to bed.

They fly away. Far and fast.

In secret.

They come back.

Mom?

It's me.

Where are you going?

What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong.

What's going on?

If your mom hadn't warned me...

I'm going to tell Sophie.

She has to know!

Know what?

- Don't tell her. - Tell her what?

Don't tell her what?

Forgive me!

I'll die if you tell her.

It's Sylvie. I'm not here. Leave a message.

It's Marc. Call me back.

You may go in.

Can we speak in private?

I began the procedure.

God be with us, Mr. Beaulieu.

It's Sylvie. I'm not here. Leave a message.

Call me.

Is Sylvie here?

Where did she go?

Leave her alone now.

It's Sylvie. I'm not here. Leave a message.

You're back early.

You okay?

I'm leaving.

Marc?

Sylvie?

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