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["Happy" by C2C playing]

[excited chatter]

[laughter]

[excited chatter continues]

AUGUST 8TH, 1936

["Happy" continues playing]

[woman laughing]

[laughing]

To our first paid vacation!

NICE - FRENCH RIVIERA

All thanks to our prime minister, Mr. Blum!

[all cheer]

-[woman] Thank you, Léon Blum! -[man 1] Love you, Mr. Blum!

[man 2] Let's celebrate!

[laughter continues]

[dramatic music playing]

[singing in French]

Hey.

What are you doing all alone?

Especially a pretty girl like you.

Care to join us?

My friends are over there.

Too bad.

[upbeat percussive music playing]

[seagulls cawing]

[man laughing]

[faint chatter]

[woman laughing]

[gasps]

-[yells] -[glass shatters]

[dramatic music playing]

[man 1] How do you do, sir?

My pleasure, sir.

-[indistinct chatter] -[bell ringing]

[man 2] Oh, my word. Such class.

Ah!

How are you? Please, do come in.

[elevator dings]

[dramatic music playing]

[stairs creaking]

[buzzer sounding]

[buzzing]

[sighs]

[buzzing continues]

[gasps and screams]

[mysterious music playing]

[mysterious music swelling]

SUMMER '36

20 HOURS EARLIER

[indistinct chatter]

[paperboy] France's first paid vacationers arrive in Nice!

Workers hit the beach!

Come and get L'Éclaireur!

France's first paid vacationers arrive in Nice!

Workers hit the beach!

Come and get L'Éclaireur!

[man] Our first paid vacation. This is amazing!

[paperboy] Come and get L'Éclaireur!

Workers hit the beach!

Ladies and gentlemen,

France's first paid vacationers arrive in Nice!

Come and get L'Éclaireur!

Workers hit the beach!

Hey, Jean, look at the color of the water.

-Nicer than swimming in a river. -Oh, it's beautiful.

It isn't too strange for you, coming back here?

It is.

Yeah, it's been forever.

But it's our first vacation. Let's enjoy it.

Hello, Miss.

[chuckles]

-[Jean] Look at him. -[both laugh]

I wouldn't mind adding a rich girl to my trophy shelf.

[Louis] Careful there, uncle.

-[chuckles] -Or you might end up on theirs.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music playing]

[bicycle bell dinging]

[Adrien] Please, stop here. Here's fine.

[seagulls squawking]

Sorry. Pardon me, young man.

You look just like someone I used to know,

and it had me fooled.

Yeah?

It isn't me.

-Shall I help you with that? -No, don't worry. I'm fine, thanks.

Adrien Jacquart.

Louis Berthier.

-Oh, sorry. -Here, please.

-No, it's okay. Thank you. -Please.

I'm good.

Are you traveling alone?

How old are you?

17.

I have to go. My family's waiting.

17?

Yes. Thank you.

-All right. -[trolley bell clanging]

Goodbye, sir.

[frenetic piano music playing]

BERTHIER FAMILY MINA'S BOARDING HOUSE, NICE

[dramatic music playing]

[birds cawing]

[horse hooves clopping]

Hello.

No more visits at this time. I can't let you in.

There's 20 minutes left.

Miss Morel, you know the rules of this prison.

Nothing has changed since your last visit.

Come back tomorrow.

Except that I'm one of yours now.

I'm happy to see you.

I'm happy to be here.

You know who else came to Nice?

Prosecutor Jacquart.

Jacquart's in Nice?

He's staying at the Riviera Hotel. I read it in the news.

I'm going to speak to him.

It's too late, Léonie.

Don't say that.

Besides, now I work at Raven's precinct.

As a police auxiliary.

Captain Raven?

He's the reason I'm in here.

Exactly, which means I'll have full access to your files.

Obviously, he doesn't know I'm your daughter.

Dad, what's the matter?

They're going to execute me in three weeks.

I found out this morning.

Wait, what? In three weeks?

Go back to Paris, Léonie. I don't want you to see any of it.

I am not leaving you behind.

You didn't kill anybody. We'll prove it and get a retrial.

Dad.

I am right here with you.

We're in this together, all right?

[dramatic music playing]

[elevator dings]

[inaudible chatter]

-Welcome to the Riviera. -Thank you.

-Ma'am. -Hello.

[phones ringing]

Mr. Pontavice-Caron.

What a delight to see you back at the Riviera.

Hello, Edgar. So, how's the new owner?

We haven't seen him yet.

Luckily, the Riviera can run on its own perfectly.

Hmm.

[Edgar] Miss Meunier-Dauphin, always a pleasure to have you here.

Thank you, Edgar.

Welcome.

Oh, Giulia.

How nice to see you again.

Hello, Mrs. Ackerman.

Mrs. Pontavice-Caron, did you have a pleasant trip?

It was awful. I didn't sleep a wink.

Oh dear Marthe, it's not as if you were assaulted.

[Marthe] No, but factory men on vacation?

Mark my words, Henri, soon no one in this country will want to work.

Marthe…

He's here too?

I thought he went on vacation in July?

Ah. Prosecutor, hello.

The rooms are ready.

[Henri] Please don't start with Jacquart, hmm?

It's been 17 years now.

Come on, Grandmother, a broken engagement isn't big news anymore.

And that's what you call progress?

Mind your business, Angèle.

Come on. Let's go put our bathing suits on.

-Yes. -Come, Anne-Marie.

Let's get changed.

Coming to swim with us, Grandmother?

I will absolutely not.

Bathing is private.

I only take baths in my tub.

[dramatic music playing]

One moment, I'll be right back.

[bell dinging]

-Hello, Henri. -Hello, Adrien.

Mrs. Ackerman.

Will you be in Nice all August?

Just for a week.

Justice has no time to go on vacation. Too many files.

The rooms are ready. Here's your key, Prosecutor.

Thank you, Edgar.

-Are you attending the concert tonight? -Of course.

-[Giulia] Champagne? -We'll see you there.

-Thank you, Giulia. -I'm good, thank you.

-Oh! -[Giulia] And you sir?

[both laugh]

-How are you? -Good.

Still busy as always?

Work, work and more work is my life's story.

[chuckles]

Henri, nice to see you.

See you later. I have friends to greet.

-Giulia, would you help me with my bags? -Of course, madam.

[telephone ringing]

[Adrien] Look at you.

It would appear the head housekeeper has caught your eye.

Wait for me here. We need to talk about something.

[dramatic music playing]

Henri, I heard you landed the Paris-Mediterranean rail contract.

Fifteen thousand kilometers long.

An unexpected order for your factory.

Thank you.

Did you consider my proposal?

I've already told you, Raoul.

The company Pontavice-Caron is a family business.

I have no intention of taking on a partner.

Well, the business has already suffered enough from the crisis.

And unfortunately, you have no heir.

You need fresh blood, Henri.

Otherwise, your company won't survive.

Even with your very miraculous contract.

My company survived the Great War.

And it'll survive this.

[elevator dings]

[Blanche] Here, put this away, Giulia.

[door opens and closes]

-Thank you. -I'm done. Can we go now?

Edouard, can you go to the beach with Angèle, please?

I'm not done unpacking.

We can wait for you?

[Blanche] No, no, go without me.

I think I'm getting a migraine.

-Come on, honey. -Mm. See you later, Mom!

[Blanche] See you later.

[foreboding music playing]

It's rather busy here today for this special occasion.

Up the stairs you'll find two rooms at the end of the hall.

Perfect.

-Need help with your bags? -[Eugénie] We're fine. Thank you.

[Mina] Mina. Everyone calls me Mina.

-Mina. -[both chuckle]

[Eugénie] Ah, you found the place.

-Yes. -[Mina] Hello.

-Hello, there. -This is Léonie.

We met on the train coming here, and she has nowhere to sleep.

Everything is booked, and I'm starting a new job tomorrow.

-Thank you. -You don't happen to have a little room?

All I have left is a small storage room with a camp cot.

That will do just fine. I'll take it.

I'll adjust the price accordingly.

-[Léonie] Thank you. -Follow me. I'll show you the rooms.

-I'll be right back. -Thank you so much.

-This way. -Thank you.

Come on.

[dramatic music playing]

[Mina] After the stairs, the room will be on your right.

[Eugénie] Thank you.

-[Louis] Thank you. -[Gabriel] Thank you very much.

[dramatic music continues]

Don't change a thing. You're beautiful the way you are.

He's the one who needs to change, not you.

I know.

[sighs]

Seeing him after all these years…

Don't go then.

But he's ill, Jean.

-I couldn't possibly refuse. -Yeah, ill.

[laughs]

Should I come too?

No.

It's all right.

[footsteps thudding]

Hey, lovebirds.

-[Jean] Mm! -We're off to the beach.

Come watch little Louis go for his first swim.

It's your first swim too!

-Of course I'll come. -Go on, yeah.

-Yeah? -I'll join you later.

All right. Let's go!

-Ah! -[all laughing]

[chuckles]

[dramatic music playing]

[zipper rasps]

Don't tell me you're going to spend your vacation working?

Marthe, vacation is for employees.

I, for one, have a company to run.

What good is the company if it costs you your health?

My health?

I'm perfectly healthy.

[chuckles] It's a figure of speech, Henri.

Must you always take things so literally?

But you do look slightly tired.

-Would you like me to stay with you? -No, no, you go enjoy the beach.

Let me work. I'm fine.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[knock on door]

A message for you.

[Adrien] Please come in.

It's from Miss Blanche Ackerman.

Thank you.

[clucks tongue]

What about our deal?

It's quite a lot of money.

I need a little more time.

It's been three months already.

You know poker rules as well as I do.

You went all in and lost, so now you must pay.

It's a matter of principle.

Just give me another week.

Tomorrow morning.

Final deadline.

Otherwise, I'll have no choice

but to speak to your manager and show him this.

That promissory note is between you and me.

It's none of his business.

It is, actually.

An employee of his hotel owing that much money to a guest

is his business.

I'll pay you tomorrow.

Yes, you will. See you tomorrow.

[sighs]

Is there an issue with Mr. Jacquart?

[Giulia sighs]

Instead of loitering in the corridors,

retrieve the dress from Room 202 at the laundry.

The lady has rung twice.

And button your blouse.

-This is a palace, not a provincial inn. -Yes, Mrs. Vincent.

[dramatic music playing]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[Raven] Hmm.

You're late.

Where's your uniform?

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain Raven.

I forgot my bag in the train. But I'll get it back soon enough, sir.

All right listen, we don't have any emergencies today,

so you'll just help Madeleine with the files, hmm?

I don't need any help.

Fine, then sharpen the pencils and fill the inkwells, then we'll see.

Yes, sir.

Did you hear from Bouvier? Is he coming back?

He broke his leg.

He's out for four weeks.

[Raven sighs]

[Raven] Now really isn't the time for that.

[dramatic music playing]

[knock on door]

One moment.

[sighs]

Yes, come in.

Eugénie.

Hello, Father.

[Henri] I'm glad you came.

In your letter, you said that you were ill.

I'll get to that. Have a seat.

[sighs]

I wish to talk about Louis.

How do you know his name?

Surely you didn't believe I would neglect to remain informed

about your life all these years?

A life you've disapproved of

with my husband, a common laborer.

We've all made our mistakes.

What matters now is my grandson.

Care to explain?

Louis is 17 years old. He's a Pontavice-Caron.

He belongs by my side.

Excuse me?

I intend to make him my successor.

To give him what is rightfully his.

No.

Eugénie.

Uh…

-I haven't much time left. -Enough.

You haven't changed.

Your so-called illness was nothing more than a pretext to get what you wanted.

Jean was right.

You let a man tell you what to think now?

[dramatic music playing]

My son does not belong to you.

And for the record, his name isn't Pontavice-Caron.

It's Berthier.

[foreboding music playing]

Hello, Eugénie.

Hello, Adrien.

I saw you this morning.

I saw your son.

Looks just like I did at his age.

-My family's waiting. -Hold on.

[man] Would you like to go to the beach? I can walk you there.

-Mr. Prosecutor. -Hello.

-[woman] Hello. -[man] Please.

Shall we speak somewhere more private?

I have nothing to say.

[door closes]

Then maybe I'll come visit you at Mina's boarding house.

Would you like that?

Tonight, ten o'clock. The Regent Café.

I look forward to it.

[ominous music playing]

Sir, I was hoping you might give me an advance.

Another one? You were paid last week.

I know. This'll be the last time.

Oh really? I remember you saying that last month.

Is it for your daughter again?

Listen, Giulia, that boarding school is far beyond your means.

Your daughter is 13 now.

I can put her to work.

We're in need of a laundress.

Thank you, sir. But that won't be necessary.

[indistinct chatter]

["Happy" by C2C playing]

[excited chatter]

-[woman] Hurry! Quick! -[man 1] Throw it!

-[man 2] I got it! -[girl] Hey, Mom, look at me!

[boy] Hey!

Really, do they have to be so noisy?

[Anne-Marie] Oh Marthe, they're happy.

Well, I too am happy,

but you don't see me bellowing, do you?

Here, I brought two with me.

Oh no, thank you.

My doctor prescribed me sun, sun and more sun.

[Angèle] Good for you, Auntie.

You should try that too, Grandmother.

[Marthe] What is that?

Ambre Solaire.

It protects your skin. It's new.

You let her use that?

[Anne-Marie] Leave her alone. She's 16 now.

HITLER GREETS HIS ATHLETES

[Angèle] A tan is quite the fashion these days.

Sweetie, you'll come to understand that we set the fashion.

Be happy, then, I'm taking the reins.

That girl has quite the attitude.

She takes after her grandma. You're both alike.

[Marthe chuckles]

[waves crashing]

[elevator dings]

-[man] Please. -[woman] Thank you.

Good morning, ma'am.

[man] Ma'am.

Shall I have a cab sent for?

[gasps softly]

[keys rattling]

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

PUBLIC PROSECUTOR

REJECTED

SIR, I WRITE TO YOU WITHOUT HASTE.

BUT YOU ARE MISTAKEN. THIS IS NOT A MATTER OF REVENGE.

ONE WORD SUFFICES TO DESCRIBE YOU: MURDERER.

YOU OUGHT TO PAY WITH YOUR LIFE.

-[keys rattling] -[door lock tumbles]

[door opening]

[door closes]

[Blanche breathing heavily]

Are you all right?

-Yeah. Yes. -Where were you?

The front desk.

A small matter to settle.

[breathing heavily]

What are you doing with those?

Why do you have threatening letters?

It's nothing serious.

The sort of thing that turns up after a trial.

Pay it no mind.

-[chuckles] -I missed you.

I missed you so much.

We saw each other three days ago in Paris.

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

Nothing, it's just that your husband and your family are here too, so it's…

They don't matter.

The only thing I care about is us.

And you.

[panting]

[seductive music playing]

[distant voices chattering excitedly]

I have a work meeting.

See you later.

I have trouble believing he has a work meeting in August.

He's a man, sweetie. We don't question them.

[waves crashing]

I have a fitting. Do you want to come with me?

-A fitting? For what? -My outfit for the gala.

Ah.

No, you go ahead. I'll stay here with Angèle.

-See you later. -[man] Hey, watch this!

Angèle, do you mind if I borrow some of that Ambre Solaire?

Thank you.

Mm, it smells good.

[man] How's the water?

Going for a swim.

[excited chatter]

[boy laughing]

[grunts]

[gasps]

Can't you go play somewhere else?

The sea isn't private property.

If you don't like it, ask your hotel to extend its barrier into the water.

Where you come from, you swim with clothes on?

[chuckles] Yeah.

-Where I'm from, we do as we please. -Is that so?

Yeah.

[door opens and closes]

How do you file the investigation records?

They're properly indexed and stored downstairs by alphabetical order.

-All of them? -Of course. I make sure of it.

-[man] Let go of me. -[officer] Hey, sir, calm down.

-Is the boss here? -Yes, he's in his office.

We found him sleeping on the beach, completely drunk.

No papers on him. He was unable to state his name.

And he reeks of liquor.

Maybe not just liquor, if you ask me.

What's happening here? I see. All right.

Put him in the drunk tank, gentlemen.

Hold on.

[dramatic music playing]

-He has calluses on his fingers. -What?

[Léonie] And the fingernails on his right hand are longer.

Sir, do you play guitar?

Because I saw posters all over town for Jo Simone's concert.

So is it possible that you…

Huh?

Do you know of Jo Simone?

No.

Um, "Les Amourettes."

"Viens donc chez moi ce soir."

"Quand ça va pas, ça va quand même."

[singing in French]

♪ Problème… ♪

Ah yes, Jo Simone.

Um…

Guitarist.

Max Bardou. My name is Max Bardou.

Whatever. Check everything he's saying.

-Yes, sir. -Um, I'm a guitarist.

By, uh, passion.

But I'm trained as a lawyer.

So, that being said, you cannot…

keep me here.

All right, okay. Where are you staying?

Uh… the Riviera, with the rest of the band.

At the Grand Riviera Hotel.

Should I bring him myself?

-Why? -For his own sake.

Fine, sure. All right.

Thank you, gentlemen.

[door closes]

Are you all right?

[dramatic music playing]

Louis, future head of the Pontavice-Caron factory.

Your father really has some nerve.

[Eugénie] How could I have ever believed that he had changed?

There's no way he's meeting Louis.

Here.

-I brought you lunch. -[Jean] Thank you.

But at the same time, this could be leverage.

What do you mean?

All the French industrial employers will be at the Riviera gala.

And your father's the president.

A hell of an opportunity.

You can't be serious.

To get them to stop hiring kids at the factory?

Oh, I'm serious.

We need to get invited to the party.

And in return, we let my father see Louis?

No.

I won't drag him into that kind of dirty play.

Yeah, well, if your father was in your shoes--

That's exactly the point!

I swore I would never be like my father.

Hey, forget what I said.

What is it?

Nothing.

I know you.

You're upset.

No.

I'm going for a swim.

Thank you for bringing him back. We were getting worried.

You're welcome, Mr. Simone.

Where were you?

At the beach… apparently.

Yes, at the beach.

Listen, I'd like to invite you to the concert tonight.

Me?

Yes.

I would love that!

I know all of your songs by heart.

Félix, Mr. Jacquart wants a bottle of champagne

and two glasses sent to his room.

[Félix] Of course.

Prosecutor Jacquart?

That's right. Do you know him?

I do. A family acquaintance.

I have a message to deliver to him. Room 409, right?

215.

[laughs] 215, indeed.

Okay, well, thanks, Félix.

You're most welcome, miss.

I'm Léonie.

Enchanté, Léonie.

Likewise.

See you tonight, Mr. Simone. Thank you.

[Jo] See you tonight.

Champagne!

-Where's the champagne? -It's coming.

I'm Léonie Morel, and I'd like to talk about my father, Pierre Farget.

What?

He was convicted two years ago for the murder of his employer,

the printer Goiran.

You were the prosecutor in Nice at the time.

I have nothing to say to you.

A petition for review has been filed.

We need you to give it your support, or he'll face the guillotine.

May I come in and explain everything to you?

-No, certainly not. -Please!

It's a miscarriage of justice.

Take your foot off my door.

Sir, please.

Take your foot off my damn door.

[exhales]

[sighs]

What are you doing here?

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey there, sis.

You look so happy to see me. How nice.

Come with me, please.

Police auxiliary?

What's this all about?

I work with Captain Raven in Nice.

You're helping his case?

If we don't, he'll be executed in three weeks.

We need to get him out.

I couldn't care less.

But he's our father, Giulia.

And the grandfather of your daughter who doesn't even know he exists.

He stopped being my father the day he left with your mother.

Whatever happens to him, it isn't my problem.

I know you must resent him.

But to let an innocent man go to the guillotine, really?

He's convinced you he's innocent.

But who knows?

[buzzer sounding]

[dramatic music playing]

[elevator dings]

You seem troubled. What's wrong?

It's nothing. Just a delicate matter to settle.

Here.

[Delaunay] Thank you.

I must admit, I do wonder why you're so fascinated

by the head housekeeper.

-I have plans for her. -So I gather.

Buying up a 10,000-franc gambling debt, quite the plan indeed.

Tell me, were you able to cancel my summons?

No, my friend, not this time.

I'm afraid I can't.

-You owe me one, Adrien. -I'm aware of that.

But this is too serious.

I cannot take that risk.

I'm sorry.

[dramatic music playing]

-[applause] -[Jo] Welcome to the Nice Casino!

All right boys, hit it!

-[woman] Good evening. -[man] Good evening.

[band playing jazzy music]

-Good evening. -Good evening.

[in French] ♪ Yesterday morning The alarm didn't go off ♪

♪ I jump out of bed, I slip on the cat ♪

♪ My hot coffee spills on my underwear ♪

♪ I tell myself "Too bad, that's the game, my boy" ♪

♪ When things go wrong, it's still okay ♪

♪ Keep the rhythm, there's no problem ♪

♪ A little smile, a bit of a song ♪

♪ It sets the course, the direction ♪

♪ I slammed the door of my apartment ♪

♪ Of course, I forgot my shoes inside ♪

♪ A seagull drops a gift on my forehead ♪

♪ It's a sign, it's all about intention ♪

♪ When things go wrong, it's still okay ♪

♪ Keep the rhythm, there's no problem ♪

♪ Keep the faith, your convictions ♪

-[waiter] Good evening, madam. -Hello.

[waiter] May I show you to your table? Follow me.

♪ …my apartment ♪

♪ Of course, I forgot my shoes inside ♪

♪ A seagull drops a gift on my forehead ♪

♪ It's a sign, it's all about intention ♪

♪ When things go wrong, it's still okay ♪

♪ Keep the rhythm, there's no problem ♪

♪ Keep the faith, your convictions ♪

[continues singing indistinctly]

♪ When things go wrong, it's still okay ♪

♪ As long as you're not dead That's the main thing ♪

♪ Keep hope, keep the tone ♪

♪ Even in a storm, in any season ♪

-[applause] -[Jo, in English] Thank you!

One, two, three.

[band plays upbeat song]

[ominous music playing]

-Hello, Adrien. -Mm.

Blanche.

[patrons chattering indistinctly]

Mr. Prosecutor.

How are you?

I'm well.

-Now if you'd please excuse us. -Of course.

[ominous music continues]

[Henri] Let's toast. To our vacation.

Pardon me.

[sighs] This party is killing me.

All I want is to be alone with you.

But Blanche, not here.

-Oh, I'm not afraid. -[Jo] Thank you, mesdames et messieurs!

-Adrien. -[patrons applauding]

I'm leaving my husband.

Tomorrow, let's leave together.

Or even tonight, if you want. I'm leaving with you.

-Compose yourself, Blanche. -What?

You cannot make such decisions in a moment of distress.

Distress?

At 17, I was already in love with you.

You should have been engaged to me, not Eugénie.

And your family?

Don't sacrifice that for me.

It's my decision. I'm the one who decides.

Adrien!

[Adrien] Blanche, listen.

[cigarette sizzling]

Let's discuss this later.

-Wait, what's wrong, Adrien? -Blanche, please.

Talk to me.

-I have to go. -Where? What's going on? Adrien?

Adrien!

[patrons laughing]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

-[yells] -[glass shatters]

[grunts]

I'm sorry. There you are, miss. I'm very sorry.

It's all right.

Mr. Prosecutor!

You again?

-Leave me alone. -My father is innocent.

The case relies on the victim's son's testimony.

-There was no real investigation. -Listen, that's enough.

I've already made up my mind about your father's retrial.

I'm going to reject it.

He must pay for what he did.

[lighter scratching]

[breathes heavily]

[Félix] Are you all right?

You seem troubled.

No, I'm just going over what's left to be done,

and it's been a long day.

[sighs]

[papers rustling]

It's quiet in here. I'll go to the cellar to stock up on champagne.

Could you mind the bar for five minutes?

-Sure. -Thanks.

[sighs]

[door creaks open]

[door closes]

[dramatic music playing]

[closes drawer]

[exhales softly]

[sighs]

[Jean] Louis, it's your turn.

[Gabriel] Come on, Louis. Play.

There.

My turn. And I won.

-No! -[Gabriel laughing] Yes.

I'm going for a stroll.

-This late? -I just need some air.

Wait, hold on. I'll come along.

-[Gabriel] We haven't finished the game. -Finish the game. I'll be back shortly.

[Gabriel] That's right. One hundred points for Louis.

-And I still have six points. -Finish without me.

[Gabriel] No, Jean!

He can't take being beat.

It's my turn?

[percussive dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

The die is cast.

No more bets.

[roulette ball clatters]

Twenty-five, red.

-Odd and high. -[woman] What luck.

-[woman laughs] -Ha!

That's right. Oh, wow. That's quite impressive.

[dealer] Ladies and gentlemen, ante up.

-[player 1] Check. -[dealer] Check.

And you, sir?

-[player 2] Check. -[dealer] Check.

-One hundred fifty. -[player 1] I fold.

-[dealer] Fold. -[player 3] I fold as well.

Fold.

-[player 4] I fold. -[dealer] And fold.

The lady wins the hand.

[synthetic music playing]

[sighs]

Louis has a father. It's Jean.

I have nothing else to say.

Louis is 17, Eugénie. Enough.

At the time, we were together.

I'm his father and you know it.

You never truly loved me, did you?

You left me for Berthier.

The two of you left together a month before our wedding.

But Louis is my son.

-You cannot deny me the right to know him. -If you go near him--

What?

Huh?

What are you gonna do?

I'll acknowledge him publicly.

Louis has a right to know the truth.

What truth?

[tense music playing]

[dealer] Ma'am?

-[player 1] I fold. -[player 2] I fold.

[player 3] I fold as well.

One card for me.

-[dealer] One card. -[player 4] Hmm.

[dealer] The lady has a full house.

[man] What did I say?

-[dealer] Ma'am? -Two cards.

-[dealer] Two cards. -[player 5] Very well.

All right, then I raise.

-[dealer] Raise. Five Hundred. -There.

[synthetic music playing]

-I'm all in. -[dealer] The lady is all in.

[man] Remarkable.

-I fold. -[dealer] Fold.

-[player 6] Fold. -[dealer] Fold.

Sir?

Mm. I call.

[dealer] Call.

Ma'am, your hand, if you please.

-[man] Oh, wow. -[dealer] Straight.

[man 1] Bravo. Bravo.

[man 2] Well done.

-[man 3] A flush. -[dealer] Flush. The gentleman wins.

Sorry.

That's why I hate playing cards with women.

Hard to enjoy a win like that.

[men laughing]

[heavy guitar music playing]

[Eugénie] Jean.

[bicycle bell dinging]

-Jean-- -Leave me alone!

[breathing heavily]

[wistful music playing]

Adrien.

It's over? Your husband left you?

Stay away from my family.

Tomorrow, I'm speaking to Louis.

He'll have the life he deserves.

If you speak to my son,

you will pay dearly.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[shallow breathing]

[excited chatter]

[dramatic music continues]

[bird cawing]

Mr. Prosecutor.

I can't pay you tomorrow.

I need another day or two.

-Really, I promise. -Spare me the details.

It's not my problem.

[dramatic music continues]

[keys rattling]

-Blanche? -[Blache gasps]

-Adrien. -Why are you here?

[keys jiggling]

Now listen, I mean it. Now is not the time.

-Tomorrow. -No!

-Tomorrow! -No! Right now.

Tell me what's wrong. Adrien, please.

Blanche, I saw your sister today.

Eugénie?

She's here, in Nice?

I saw her and realized she was the one I was chasing.

No!

No, don't say that.

-I also saw her son. -[gasps]

-My son, Blanche. -[whimpering]

I'm turning my life around.

-He's my priority, Blanche. -No!

-You know everything now. -No, Adrien, please.

-Farewell. -No! Adrien! Stop! Please!

-Farewell. -No! No! No!

[cries]

[gasps]

[whimpering]

[panting]

[dour music playing]

[buzzer sounding]

[clock ticking]

[light clicks on]

[light clicks off]

[insects chirping]

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music continues]

[ominous music intensifying]

[ominous music fades]

[synthetic music playing]

[woman vocalizing]

[woman singing in foreign language]