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May I clear the table, Madam?

Yes please, Celeste.

Make it tighter, Huguette, ... I need to be held in.

Madam!

Thank you.

- It's alright, I'm fine. - You should eat something, Madam.

Mr Mayor, can you remind me of his first names?

Vauthier, Eugène, Pierre-François.

Please don't call me mayor.

Only my profession. Pharmacist.

Please excuse me.

- Good morning, Desgranges. - Good morning, Mr Boisvaillant.

Ah, Huguette...

please stop that noise from my mother.

I've been there four times this morning. I'm going.

Celeste.

See to her.

Take her cane.

I'm sorry, Madam, Sir asked me to.

Excuse me.

Huguette told me that you felt unwell.

It's nothing. Probably the heat.

You need to rest...

...to take care of yourself.

Though nothing really tires me.

You're so beautiful, my little wife.

How can you read such nonsense?

It is, but...

Alright.

Mum, may I ask if it will be like this every morning?

I need to get ready.

Tomorrow, will it be a hunting horn, a trombone?

I'll keep quiet. Lest it gives you ideas.

Listen, I want you to stop harassing Huguette.

You love it when she massages your back.

But staying so long in the water, will surely make you ill.

You'll tell me we'll be rid of her. Well, I'm fed up.

Understood?

"When are you going to give me a child?"

First things first...

in the right way.

You don't love me completely.

But I do. Why?

More than enough.

"Enough"?

Isn't it enough?

I'm the one who's had enough.

I could be wicked, you know.

I'd have the right to be.

And I'm supposed to be nice?

You're the one who prefers to sleep alone...

to smoke your pipe.

That suits you just fine.

Look at me!

Is even that asking too much?

Look at me!

Do you love me?

Of course I do.

You'll have to wait for me a little while.

I need...

I assure you, I'll be sensitive.

Much more so than I have been.

What's this?

It's Madame's herbal tea.

Thank you.

Thank you, Marie... Er...

Celeste. Sorry.

It's been a year, and you still call her Marie?

I confuse her with the old one. I can't get used to her.

You poor thing.

Oh, it's alright...

It's not like I'm traumatizing her.

Herbal tea, now?

You'll be getting up during the night.

What's it matter to you? You sleep alone.

No, please, not tonight.

You'll spill my cup.

Here, don't forget your newspaper.

Did I scare you?

Yes, Sir.

Are you coming?

Come closer.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, that feels good!

Me, I'm fine with ordinary business.

Buying and selling, you quickly get tired of it.

But creating something, initiating it...

Here...

A mine in Venezuela.

I don't even know where it is.

I bought it 2 years ago.

Digging hadn't started.

My dear, you look pale.

Is everything alright?

Oh, yes.

Is everything working properly?

How old are you?

I'm 24.

My God, already 24?

Worthy of an acrobat.

What a shame to have given up the flute.

Was the the strictness of your aunt, that turned you away from it?

I haven't given up.

Music comes and goes.

It's still a wonderful refuge.

You were so talented... Especially with...

Haydn.

Haydn is rhetorical grace personified.

A small, quavering melody...

of an elderly powdered grandfather.

And Beethoven, then...

Beethoven, that's...

power, strength...

...in serene pain.

And then, there's Rossini.

Obviously, a natural gift.

So cheerful, free, mocking the world.

He's not my favourite.

But...

What an amazing character, all the same...

...in the abundance of his genius.

André...

You have in your eyes

the worry you had when you were a little boy.

I knew him well when he was knee-high to a grasshopper.

Loyalty to childhood.

The heart of existence.

About which...

How is that sweet mother of yours?

She's recovering...

Slowly.

But things won't be the same as before.

Are you talking about Alphonse Lajardie?

What are you accusing me of?

I don't like it when he gropes you.

I don't like his eyes.

He sees you as a piece of meat.

What? He could be my grandfather.

There's no shame in a friendship between...

Friendship? He wanted to marry you.

I refused. That's all in the past.

Was he your lover?

Stop it!

Why argue? You won the pot.

What are you complaining about?

Was he your lover?

I only had one lover before you. I told you that.

Your cousin Edgar.

So improbable.

Not at all improbable.

It only happened once. I've got bad memories of it.

Anyway....

Can't you imagine any little tenderness...

other than in bed?

You admit that there is tenderness

between Alphonse Lajardie and you?

Absolutely.

And quite a bit.

Sorry.

Sorry.

You deserved it.

Lajardie disgusts me, with his yellow teeth...

...and breath that smelled like a rabbit hutch.

He's always looked down on my father...

With his aristocratic airs.

Okay, that's enough.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

I've been so overworked.

I can't control my nerves anymore.

I'm sleeping badly.

I miss you.

You smell so good.

All these layers...

I've never seen you completely naked.

Oh, shut up.

What, have I already ruined everything?

No, no.

Come on.

I think that's it.

Yes.

Oh, that was quick.

No?

I prefer it when it doesn't last long.

Many good people blame the selling off of property.

Say it's immoral.

They accuse it of destroying family ties.

But you have good children...

Honest, hardworking.

With them, there's no danger of regretting it one day.

Have you decided on the amount?

What's wrong? You're pale.

I've caught a cold. I slept badly.

Where's the laundry?

Downstairs. I picked it up.

I'll iron it right away.

Take care of the pike, I'm going downstairs.

Yes, Madam.

Get dressed.

Get out. Don't you dare search my things again.

Don't send me away, Madam. I beg you.

Oh, my God!

How long has it been?

What, Madam?

Don't make fun of me.

How long and whose?

Leave.

This discussion is not over.

Ah, there you are.

Carry on with this.

I have to take this to the old lady.

That's enough, you're freezing.

You must see Sarah Bernhardt on stage.

It was incredible.

As if she was expressing what's deep inside me.

I no longer want to be called Odette, but Sarah.

Odette is out.

And your corset too.

I'd had enough.

Her manners can be a bit whimsical, but she knows how to adapt.

She can dine equally at the table of a peasant and an ambassador.

Her tricks don't stop there, if you know what I mean.

She taught me...

Even me.

And tireless too. A thoroughbred.

She's well-put-together, old chum.

Did you see the purity of the attachments?

80 km/h?

- You want to drive her? - No thanks.

I'll give you a lesson. It's very easy.

- No thanks. - Oh, come on, Victoire!

- Impossible, I don't dare. - Oh come on!

Is he still here?

It's almost dangerous. In full view of everyone.

The only thing Victoire hid from her mother.

She likes looking at it every day.

If that's not indecent...

I know what it's worth.

A small fortune.

Not like the so-called Corot... Trying to make me believe it was real...

That daub you swiped from the widow Michaud.

Shut up, it's a good reproduction.

You have to take the water from the springs...

Before it gets polluted.

It's pumped up, using machines,

into reservoirs at the Château des Tourelles.

Following the slopes of the Seine, it would flow all the way to Le Havre.

Obviously, there would be some work involved.

But these springs belong to no one.

No compensation to be paid to factory owners.

The case presents itself under such conditions

that it will make the promoters rich.

What I don't understand is how I can help you in this matter.

By drawing up the articles of incorporation of our company.

Then, under certain conditions, by negotiating the purchase

of land bordering the rivers.

Do you have your board-members?

A certain number, who will bring others.

Anyway, rest assured...

...that this is a serious matter, very well thought out,

with big profits at stake.

Hey, I was wondering about something.

Do you have many Jewish clients?

A few, yes.

It's going very well.

I'm quite happy.

The hardest part,

is persuading my clients that I'm reducing their costs,

which is true in detail...

but then false in the total.

What a scoundrel you are!

By the way, don't you know the latest?

Celeste, our little maid...

is pregnant.

What...

Stupid girl!

For once, it wasn't me.

Old chum, you never miss a thing!

Yeah. It's nothing.

Celeste is pregnant.

Knowing by whom is none of your business.

This pregnancy dishonours our house,

and it goes without saying that it cannot go to term.

Isn't that right, Celeste?

So it's agreed.

Huguette, get Mrs Berthon here as soon as possible.

Her reputation precedes her. She'll sort this out...

with all necessary discretion.

You can go back to work.

Why didn't you tell me?

How could you dare?

It was the master, wasn't it? Is that right?

Already?

It it work out alright?

Madam, there's nothing I can do.

Your maid is more than 6 months pregnant.

Come in.

My dear... what is it?

I need to see you.

- Wait... I can... - I need to talk to you.

Very well.

About the situation.

The situation? What do you mean?

What I mean.

What are you talking about?

Let's stop wasting time.

You know, and you know that I know.

You also know that I could get a divorce.

Victoire... my darling...

Don't you think I'd be capable of it?

And able to face the judgmental stares of others?

You?

I called in Mrs Berthon.

Mrs Berthon?

Who is she?

Shall we stop playing games?

You know very well what Mrs Berthon does.

You mean it's settled?

Celeste is pregnant by more than 6 months.

I was starting to think I was sterile.

Well...

- We'll have to get rid of it. - Good heavens!

Don't you understand what I'm suggesting?

But on one condition.

Which is?

That you never come near my bed again.

Celeste?

Is that you, Madam?

Don't get up.

My dear, don't worry, we mean you no harm.

Everything will be alright.

"Everything will be alright", but how, Madam?

Celeste...

We're not going to send you away.

We would like to keep the child.

Really? But...

Madam... but...

I had this idea, for your own good.

For mine too.

I suggest you take care of the child,

stay here.

But please let André and I raise him.

You'll see.

You'll be here, you'll see him growing up close to you.

But he will be ours.

He'll never know that I'm his mother?

Think of any other solution.

Think about it.

I agree.

Thank you.

We'll take care of him.

It's settled.

Victoire is pregnant.

There you are.

The doctor saw her this afternoon.

It's already been six months.

She hadn't realised it.

She just thought that her corset was too tight,

and that she'd put on weight.

And here I was telling her to eat more...

That's why it took us so long to realise.

Are you happy now, at least?

She's resting.

Doctor's recommendation.

She's coming to see you.

Can't we see her?

What a shame.

Sorry, Mr Lajardie, she's resting.

Doctor's instructions.

Oh, Dr Claude?

No, Dr Ballard.

From Rouen. An old family friend.

Ballard... Ballard...

But...

Is everything alright?

Everything's going great. Yes.

I can't offer you a cognac, I have clients.

A hellish day.

And how is your lovely mother?

Lovely as ever.

- May I clear the table, Madam? - Yes, thank you, Celeste.

Thank you.

If it's a boy,

I want him to be called André.

Like you?

- Why? - Why not?

I don't know.

Wouldn't it be better if he had his own identity.

Don't you think so?

On the contrary.

I'd have liked to reconnect with that tradition.

It's dying out, which is a real shame.

Or else, Felix.

Like my father.

I prefer Félicien, it's softer.

Félix is ​​elegant, but harsh, it's too sharp.

Félicien is so old-fashioned.

I gave in on André, I won't give in on Félix.

Or Félicie, if it's a girl.

I'm not hungry anymore.

"The dust,

"a sky of azure and light,

"the burning walls, the long evenings,

"and nothing green.

"Hardly anything remains, but a reddish glow adorns it."

"the tall trees with their black branches.

"This beautiful weather weighs on me and bores me.

"It is only after days of rain

"that spring, greening and pink, must emerge in a painting

"like a newly hatched nymph

"who, smiling, emerges from the water."

I have the feeling that I'm boring you.

I am mute, not blind.

Oh, well...

Would you prefer to read alone?

I understand.

I'll leave you the book.

You'll see, there are some striking passages.

Excuse me?

It's a boy.

No. Madam wants to see him right away.

Come on, come on, come on.

Be quiet, shh.

Felix...

Be quiet. Just be quiet!

Be quiet!

- Is everything alright, Madam? - Yes, everything is fine.

Leave us alone.

Really. Thank you so much.

Calm down.

Come on...

Huguette?

Huguette!

Do something. I don't know what to do anymore.

You're not being reasonable. Call a wet nurse.

I don't want a wet nurse.

Celeste surely has milk.

No, he needs to get used to me.

He's just eaten.

Did the doctor come for Celeste?

Huguette?

Yes, the fever's almost gone. She's staying in bed.

The midwife will come back on Thursday.

At first we gave him sugar water. Then we used Robert bottles.

He grew so much in a week, you wouldn't recognise him.

What are Robert bottles?

They're the best.

And the most expensive.

He's eating less and less.

Eat something.

I thought you had tuberculosis.

I really thought you were going to die.

I could see myself getting frantic, to warn your family.

Aren't your parents from around here?

No.

They're from Alsace.

Oh yeah?

Are you a German?

No, I'm not.

- Where's Dr Claude? - Not here.

At an emergency. He'll be here tomorrow.

Oh, my God.

Is he going to take Félix to Rouen?

Listen, let's wait until tomorrow.

- Did he eat, finally? - Just a little.

Don't worry. Tomorrow will be another day.

- Huguette? - Madam?

You can go to bed.

Madam?

You'll catch cold.

Get under the covers.

No, I'm alright.

- Good morning, Madam. - Good morning, Huguette.

- The little chap seems like an early bird. - Oh yes.

He's much better.

He was fine before. You're making him cry.

You don't know how to handle him.

It's a woman's issue, at this stage,

But when he's talking and walking,

I'll be there for him.

Here, take him.

Your arm under his head.

Little man, come on...

Make an effort.

You can see he's not well.

You can see that.

Say hello to your grandma.

Do you think I know how to fool?

That's fair game, isn't it?

Go on, see Dad...

Who will never know Felix.

And that's very sad.

You loved your father too much.

Why "too much"?

I loved my father, yes.

I adored him.

Do you remember? He said...

"What I like about hunting, isn't the trophy,

"but the preparation.

"The pack that follows us.

"Nature awakening."

"Early morning. The spectacle of changing colours."

He said: "One feels both man and animal."

You must have liked that.

The animal-man... Your kind of thing.

And yet...

Me, I don't want to know anything more.

I don't care who it is.

It doesn't change anything.

It never has.

One last one... one last one for the road.

It's not very difficult.

You had two lovers.

The Marquis de Saint Aubain and Pierrot,

the coachman from Les Ruchettes.

One died on a pile of gold.

The other ended up in prison, for armed robbery.

You know what? I'm fine with both.

I know I'm rambling...

but I know what I've been taught.

I know what I've built.

I was a real son.

And I had a real father.

And the rest...

is just crumbs of brioche.

What a doormat you are

I've always wondered...

where did this wickedness come from?

This wickedness that runs in your veins.

Was it your only recourse?

Your only way...

to be free?

You've become quite ugly.

That must be a change for you.

What I wanted to tell you,

is that today, you're not going to lecture me.

Look what Desgrange brought you back from Le Havre.

That's too kind, Mr Desgranges.

Funny, isn't it?

It's a doll for boys.

It's called a "Teddy Bear".

They make the same ones in Germany. This one is American.

"Bear" means bear.

It's almost bigger than him.

Hello, Felix?

Do you like your bear?

Do you like it?

I'm giving you a baby kiss.

He's happy...

It's extraordinary.

It tickles.

Felix?

My aunt Yvonne forbade me to read novels.

She said to my father...

"The little girl must keep her ignorance."

When she saw André, she told me:

"When a man is brutal,

"it's because he loves you."

"There's always a way

"to put him in his place in a gentle way."

It's strange.

Of the wedding day,

I remember almost nothing.

I was very cold, I was shivering under my veil.

Before saying yes, I looked at my father.

He was already coughing a lot.

He died a few months later.

And then,

the music, the banquet,

the bawdy allusions...

And finally, the wedding night...

...when I was hurt.

And you men?

Was André the first?

Like that, yes.

There were fumblings from someone I met through a brother.

It didn't hurt me as much as it hurt him.

Do you have many brothers and sisters?

Eight, altogether.

My parents are from Alsace.

Do you speak German?

I understand a little.

My sister married a German.

As a result, they were forced out.

Because of the war?

Who forced them out?

My father.

They crossed the Ardennes and took the boat to Canada.

Aren't you sick and tired of preventing me from living?

What is it you want?

You're unbearable.

No, it hasn't even been an hour since you called Huguette.

Stop making such a racket. She'll be here soon.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, it's just keeping me awake.

Why do you have to be awake at this hour?

Simply so I can sleep even better.

Sir?

Don't get up.

Does your back hurt?

It's the camp bed.

It's old and worn out. So, naturally...

But it's okay.

I'm atoning for my sin.

Not the sin of getting Celeste pregnant...

but the sin of having hidden behind my supposed infertility.

Infertility that you were convinced about.

How strange these paths are, within you.

Good night.

Huguette will be here soon.

Don't worry, it's still early.

Daylight makes me frightened.

Me too.

I'm afraid we'll be overheard.

Really? We're talking so quietly.

Have you ever heard André and me talking?

There's nothing wrong with that, you know.

Sometimes...

Sometimes, we hear, without listening.

When André's angry, he doesn't know how to whisper.

That's for sure!

Once, he was jealous...

About an old gentleman...

Alphonse Lajardie.

Yes, that was it...

I guessed you were lying to him.

I understood right away.

To have some peace, I did the same thing with my father.

Is that really true? He was your lover?

Yes and no.

There was a...

A kind of embrace between us.

He couldn't...

He couldn't get stiff.

He was too old.

Too tired, at least.

He was very apologetic.

And I, deep down, was very relieved.

I didn't really know what I was doing there.

I, I...

I obeyed.

But he was very fragile.

It's rare to see someone's fragility so closely.

I see yours.

I know.

This is land that was still worth 5,000 per hectare...

and is now only worth 1,500 today.

My father used to say that.

I couldn't see myself living in Paris...

All that excess...

We'll end up losing sight of the value of things.

Isn't that right, darling?

Yes, probably.

You don't like rabbit, Mr Bouillaud?

Regarding Le Havre, my friend Joseph...

introduced me to his partners this morning.

The deal is looking very promising.

Victoire?

Victoire, my darling...

Why have you locked the door?

Victoire?

Are you locking yourself in now?

Victoire!

André?

What do you want?

To see you.

- I want to talk to you. - You're waking the baby.

Listen, open the door. I'm still your husband.

There was a pact between us, a contract.

Contract, my foot. Open up. Open up!

- Open up. - André, stop.

Open this door!

Stop, André, please!

Open up!

- André, stop! - Open up, I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy!

Open this door!

Open this door!

Please, stop!

Which one? Huh?

Saint Aubain or Pierrot?

Tell me. The Marquis or the coachman?

Tell me! Damn it!

I know that Dad was sterile. So tell me.

No...

No.

That's not true.

Alphonse Lajardie

I have to go.

- What is it...? - I don't know.

Celeste is looking for the spare key.

Mr Boisvaillant?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I'll be with you shortly.

Huguette, give us a minute.

Bring me a large cup of coffee to the study.

This door will remain unlocked at all times.

If you divorce,

I'll take Felix with me.

Do you know I have the power to do that?

You leave me no other choice.

Huguette, you can come back.

Celeste... don't come back to my bedroom tonight.

And, tomorrow?

No, you mustn't come again.

Squeeze my fingers.

Harder.

Hold tight.

Thank you again, for your trouble, Doctor.

Watch out for her, she's a prankster!

Not such a pranksterer after all. Especially after two attacks.

Her headaches have lasted for several weeks.

She may be a rock, but she's very tired.

No shock, recently, or emotional events?

Emotional?

My mother?

It's not really her territory.

I'm so glad to see you again, my darling.

I'm not naive.

I know it will take time.

Maybe a lot of time.

I value the great harmony between us.

Harmony...

is better than happiness.

Right?

There was a moment I thought I'd never smile again.

I've been thinking about Celeste a lot, you know.

She did us an immense service.

Unforgettable.

But the situation is becoming frankly worrying.

We'll have to resign ourselves to getting rid of her one of these days.

I will compensate her accordingly.

That seems like an elegant solution, don't you think?

One could say... humain?

Come on...

No, not tonight.

Please.

And I would like you to undress completely.

But who is the father?

André.

My dear, you are neither the first

nor the last, but believe me,

for the peace of your home, you must get rid of that maid.

She is a needless temptation for your husband

and she will always want to see Felix again.

Be careful, Victoire.

Others have been too kind-hearted

and have bitterly regretted it.

Celeste has given me everything.

You mean has taken everything.

But she is nothing but love.

She...

Victoire, I've known you for so long...

Trust me.

Your soul is troubled.

This discovery of motherhood is a moment of fragility for you...

There is something else.

Yes?

Beware, Victoire, Our Lord sees everything.

He knows the words that you cannot say.

You must set them free.

Have you thought about your parents?

They are watching you from their place in heaven.

Pull yourself together, Victoire.

Raise Félix.

And get closer to André.

God has united you.

He will guide you towards happiness, true happiness.

You have enough strength of character

to get through this.

Your faith will be strengthened.

Your home too.

Looking back, you will be happy

to have overcome vice.

You will even wonder how it could have led you astray.

Hello.

I would like to go to Saint-Ferreux.

The pastry shop.

Isn't everything ready yet?

It will be, Madam.

It's not even one o'clock.

- There you are. - Sorry, I took so long.

I found some more pastries.

There are enough for an army already.

They looked good.

How's your mother?

She's a pain in the neck.

I calculated the compensation for Celeste.

I wanted to show it to you.

The guests are arriving.

We'll see about that later.

People don't think anymore. They just comment.

Come on, Felix.

Oh, how bright he is!

And those incredibly fine lines. It's amazing.

It looks like a Chinese drawing.

Thank you.

Wasn't she pregnant?

Yes, we took care of it.

Sir.

A telegram for Madam.

Thank you.

Wait, it's not over yet.

I'm very sorry... I have to stop here.

- That's beyond my capabilities. - No, it isn't.

I'm sparing you a disaster.

We applaud you anyway.

Is the music over already?

We can't just stop like that.

My little chick.

Would you like some more cakes?

Yes, help yourself.

I received this telegram for you. From Dr Louvier.

Your Aunt Yvonne is very ill.

My Aunt Yvonne?

What does it say?

See for yourself.

Play us a little Chopin, Marianne.

Chopin makes me cry, I'll try to hold myself together.

Oh, my God...

Excuse me a moment.

- What's going on? - Everything's fine, I'll be right back.

Play, Madam, play.

You said she was very strict.

That's no excuse.

You know I have more than she does.

That's kind of you.

What's the connection?

You're my husband, with nothing to do with it.

Is that true?

Am I still your husband?

Would you like us to go there?

Ah, that would be...

Let's leave tomorrow, after the sale of the Fouans' house.

I'll be able to reorganise my week.

Tomorrow? I'm afraid it will be too late.

When did this telegram come?

This morning.

Frankly, leaving today seems impossible.

- We're can't abandon our guests. - Yes, that's for sure.

But...

- What? - Unless...

- You're not going alone. - Why not?

You know what I'd like?

For you to join me tomorrow morning with Felix.

So she can meet him.

It's not such a long trip.

Me, traveling alone with the little one...?

Okay, I'll take him today.

And you'll join us.

You can't alone, with Félix.

Unless...

Unless Huguette goes with you.

Excellent idea.

Huguette?

No, listen, I'll manage.

It's alright thanks, Huguette.

Very well.

I'll go alone with him, you can join us tomorrow.

Huguette must stay with your mother.

I'll have all the help I need, when we get there.

They have five maids.

Five maids? Is that a veiled reproach?

Tomorrow, try to arrive in time for lunch.

Celeste?

Celeste?

Ah, Celeste.

Go get Gaston. We'll need him.

Aren't you afraid of being too burdened?

Are you taking your jewellery?

I'm afraid to part with it.

Perhaps Celeste

could put my luggage in the carriage?

Send her to me.

No, Madam, I'll get Gaston to do it.

Celeste is with the guests.

One is extravagant. But seven...

A whole tribe.

It seems that this is the departure.

Huguette.

I'm really embarrassed...

to abandon you.

Are you kidding?

I gave you some money.

There are carriages at the station.

Very well.

- Do you have the baby's diapers? - Yes, in the suitcase.

I've got the bottles.

Be careful, Huguette.

Please drive slowly, Gaston.

Take care.

All my best wishes to your aunt.

All our thoughts are with you.

Have a good trip. Don't worry too much.

See you tomorrow, Felix.

Family problems happen even among notaries.

I thought they'd never leave.

Huguette...

Would you warm up the rest of the rabbit for me?

Yes, sir.

Huguette?

- Huguette? - Yes, sir?

Did you move the elephant?

No, sir.

How come? But...

Celeste?

Can you explain to me why the elephant disappeared?

What? It's disappeared?

How...

It was here just now.

During the concert.

I dusted it this morning along with the rest.

No, I must be dreaming...

If you have something to confess to me,

now is the time.

I'm listening.

I'll know the truth, sooner or later!

Unless...

that...

Tell me...

the elephant in the living room,

made of gold, set with rubies and diamonds...

You know the one...

It's disappeared.

Another one of your pranks?

To get Huguette sacked, perhaps?

Do you mind if I search?

Don't you two have anything to say to me?

No, sir.

I swear before God.

And you, do you swear?

Yes, me too.

You too? I can't hear you.

Is it enough to say "Me too"?

Eh?

Come with me.

Go ahead. Hurry up.

Go on up!

Would you have been stupid enough to have hidden it in your room?

It wasn't me.

Do you imagine I'd believe you?

I know why.

Because you've been eavesdropping.

You know Madam and I decided to kick you out!

To kick me out?

Yes, you know that very well.

Now tell me where it is!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir...

I think she's gone.

I beg your pardon, Celeste.

Please wait.

I'm not a monster.

I was lost.

Lost, you understand?

Tell me you understand.

Come closer for a second, please.

You no longer have any reason to be afraid tonight.

Come closer.

Despite what I said...

I'd like you to stay where you are, here.

For you to stay.

I want you to stay with me tonight.

But I won't force you.

I want you to hold me in your arms.

I want you to sleep with me.

I want it to be tender.

I can't stay all alone.

With your mum in the house?

Do you forgive me?

Please tell me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to turn off the lights, downstairs.

I'll be right back.

Close your eyes.

Where did you sleep?

Right across the street.

At the inn.

How is he?

He's fine.

He's the one who watched over me.

Did everything go well?

Didn't he notice you left?

At this point, I don't know.

As for the elephant, he saw it very quickly.

How did you do it?

Wait.

I have to tell you.

His mother died last night.

It happened suddenly.

After the fake telegram incident...

I was afraid that...

What's wrong?

Are you thinking about him?

You know we'll never come back here again, right?

You understand that, right?

You understand that too, right?

It's 4,600 km.

Between Le Havre and Canada.

I had never loved anyone.

What did you say?

I said we'll make it.

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