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KEEP IT QUIET

I've made up a room for you on the top floor. The blue room.

The blue room?

Didn't Gregoire tell you?

- He'd have trouble. - Yes.

He gets out soon. He does?

We had the first floor re-done for Magali.

Great.

Put it here.

Magali needs a whole floor?

She has three kids now. They take up space.

They're terrors, too.

Gregoire was glad to have it used, now that you all come so rarely.

Miss? Would you mind...

Yes?

Pass me those scissors.

Shall I open it, Godmother?

Your show on Thursday was very interesting.

Thanks!

Here I am, making you work.

You've had a long drive. Don't you want a rest?

We're 0k.

Come see your room.

We're staying at the Universe Hotel.

To save you trouble. And Veronique's very independent.

- I like the Universe a lot. - It's a good hotel.

Full of memories, too.

- Is the bar crowded? - Almost empty.

- I'm thirsty. - Go ahead.

- You'll send these up? - No problem.

Corning?

- What'll you have? - A beer.

A glass of beer and a carrot juice.

HOW ugly!

- Who is? - Your house.

I didn't say it was pretty.

You're angry that she had it re-done.

You bet. I certainly am.

Does the factory still exist?

Yes, but our family no longer runs it.

- You still own it? - Gregoire does.

You got cut out?

That's the way it went.

True, I got a raw deal... but if I hadn't, I'd be in his shoes

May I have your autograph? My wife worships you.

- What's her name? - Sylvie.

I had beautiful images of that house. Now they're all gone.

Reality's harsh.

It's hideous.

May I have an autograph?

Don't overdo it. It's not that bad.

I need to stretch my legs

Now?

I'm going back to the hotel.

She's not in? Damn!

- He's out. - Who is?

An old teacher of mine... Are you tailing me?

- No, I just wondered... - What?

- Coffee? - No thanks.

I'm illegally parked. Let's go.

Agnes!

I haven't paid.

I'm broke.

No change?

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Hurry. I'll get towed.

- Toad? - They'll tow the car.

Were you waiting long?

I don't know. Ten minutes?

I was on the phone with your lawyer.

You didn't want him to pick you up.

I wanted you to.

How are you?

Okay.

You must be feeling weird.

A bit, yes.

You're very quiet.

I don't know what to say.

- How are the kids? - Fine. Looking forward to seeing you.

Jeancour! Over here! Gregoire! Agnes!

Relax. They won't come in.

- Daddy! - You're all better now?

Yes.

Gosh, you've grown!

Hasn't she grown?

Hello.

Come, kids. Back to breakfast.

Your lawyer's on the phone.

I'll call him back. I'm not taking calls, Domino.

- Did my brother call? - Not this morning.

Looking for something?

Can I help?

Yes. But I don't know what it is.

That makes it more difficult!

You're not changing?

Yes, I will.

You're hungry, Perhaps?

Yes, but it's not unpleasant.

I'll have Mrs. Ravet cook you something.

I think I'll take a bath.

How is he?

Okay.

- Short hair suits you, Domino. - Thanks.

- Coffee? - Yes, please.

- Where is he? - Taking a bath.

We have to move fast.

He must go on TV tonight, but not with us.

Are all the networks after him?

Not yet.

What a nightmare! Just what the tabloids want

I'm sorry to say it, but

life was quieter with him in jail.

What do you suggest?

Misappropriation! Who cares?

Judges do, apparently.

Judges! They don't know shit about the world.

�No corruption!" �Clean money!"

How can money be clean when half the world eats garbage?

Money's dirty!

Mistakes were made.

Oceans of them! Mountains!

We need Grange to interview him.

He's not brilliant but he owes me a favor.

I'll ask Katrine. She's the boss,

though Lambal has the title.

No, I'll ask Lambal. He's the boss, not Katrine.

How's Veronique?

Low. We all are. If Gregoire fouls up,

we'll be even lower!

What's he up to?

- Is he out of the bath yet? - No.

I'll go.

Same old story.

Are you there?

Who's there?

- Louis. - I'm in the tub.

Come in!

- It's locked. -Locked?

- Hang on! - Don't move,

it's okay.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

And you?

I should be asking you. You must be feeling disoriented.

A bit, yes.

I was talking to Agnes. You realize the media

will be gunning for you?

It's no big deal.

But have you thought something up? A game plan?

Have you?

I don't know why I'm coaching you.

You know more than I do.

I think you should stay close to the truth.

That's for sure.

Don't get trapped. Stick to the facts.

Describe the food!

I want to say how happy I am to be back with my family.

That's good!

You're not guilty, okay?

Responsible, maybe. Not guilty.

How's Veronique?

Okay. So-so.

If you're too defensive, you'll implicate Seys.

Unless you want to.

I'm guilty but not responsible.

You always covered for everyone.

Would you rather I kept quiet?

That would be a laugh!

Look, I can't stay. Sorry.

Got to go.

Louis!

- Where is she? - In the kitchen.

Thank you.

Hello, Mrs. Ravet.

- Hello, Mr. Louis. - I'm going.

I'll see you out.

- Did you have a word with him? - Two or three.

- And? - We'll see.

Did it go well with Louis?

Yes.

You agreed on a plan?

None.

I had the feeling... he's afraid for his career.

I'm very fond of Louis.

We're brothers, after all.

Why would I want to hurt him?

Not on purpose.

Our interests are the same.

I've no reason to jeopardize them.

It's only natural to defend them. We do it all our lives.

It can get tedious.

Agnes?

What?

You took away the photo of you in the Arras Arcade?

Yes.

Why?

I didn't like it.

How could you bear living with someone like me?

I forced myself.

- I'm not joking. - I realize that.

- I don't understand. - Understand what?

The meaning of life? Join the club.

Don't say you thought there was one.

I'm going shopping, then to the hairdresser.

Agnes!

You think I'm an idiot, don't you?

I know what you're up to.

Come on! Time to get up!

There's no rush.

Yes there is.

Come on! I'm out in 15 minutes. Get dressed.

- How about a little coffee? -We'll get it outside.

- Not too cool, are you? - No, I'm not.

What's the matter?

I want to go out.

Feeling guilty?

You got it. Guilty as hell.

I'm sorry.

I don't even know your name.

Christophe.

- Sorry, Christophe. - It's okay.

Morning, ma'am.

A little late, as usual.

I know. My fault.

Well?

Well what?

Somebody's moody!

What's the matter? You want the full story?

We fucked. Satisfied?

Don't come crying to me.

God, I hate sex when I'm not in love.

Stephanie!

For you.

For you?

No, I just wasn't expecting...

Yes, I'm happy. Of course!

Twelve o'clock?

Twelve-thirty, okay.

See you then.

Was it William?

- You're not happy? - Yes. Very.

We're meeting at the Stella at 12:30.

Will you come?

- After you blew me off? - I'll buy lunch.

- What will he say? - No idea. I'm nervous.

Why? Because of last night?

Yes.

He was in jail, so? You're not a nun.

Now he's out!

Look, Nathalie...

- You mind being seen with your ex? - Not a bit.

Besides, you're not my ex.

- Greg0ire's out of jail. - I know.

- Three months, was it? - Four. Four months!

- How is he? - Weird.

A mixture.

I don't buy it.

Ultra-altruistic.

Like, �Everything I have is yours.

Now watch me grab it!"

- He already got yours. - Mystics are vampires.

- You're jealous he did time? - Yes, definitely.

It's not hard to be jailed if you want to.

Should I kill Veronique?

Or Gregoire?

I have a lunch date at the Stella. Join us.

No, I'd rather not.

You okay?

I said I'd have lunch with Barbara.

Sorry we're late. My client wouldn't let me go.

No problem.

You learned English there?

Been home yet?

Where's your stuff?

You're not happy to be out?

No.

Thanks for the compliment.

I ordered a scotch.

- Can I? - Smoke your own.

What charming friends you have.

Look who's here.

I wonder what's so funny.

Maybe it's us.

- Where are you going? - Lay off!

Steak tartare and salad.

Good idea. Tartare and fries.

Tenderloin, medium.

Chilled Brouilly, Vichy water. Okay?

Perfect.

See the game on Saturday?

No, I left town with Veronique.

- Left town? - Up north.

Any news of your brother?

Go ahead, if it helps.

Feel better?

Well?

Well what?

What's the next topic? Let's get to it.

Well?

I've been waiting hours!

What's up, girls? Got your period?

Sorry, Luigi.

- Why are you so upset? - Forget it.

Be that way! I'm getting some Chinese.

Hello, Madam.

Did you see anything you like?

Certainly. Come this way.

- Mrs. Jeancour! How are you? - Fine. Sorry I'm early.

- Why, no! - Rather than sit in a caf�...

Of course! Unfortunately, Luigi's at lunch.

- I'll wait. -Of course, if you wish.

Or else, would you mind being taken by Stephanie?

I don't know her, but if you recommend her...

She has my full confidence.

- This is Stephanie. - Hello, Stephanie.

- I was with a client... - I'll take over.

- Everything alright? - Yes, fine.

- More coffee? - No, thank you.

Is there anything else you'd like?

You must be very relieved about your husband.

Sorry?

Yes. Very.

It's a very great relief.

- It was on the radio. - Yes. He got out today.

A dreadful ordeal for him, of course. And for...

- And for you. - Exactly.

How is he?

Fine.

A bit shaken. Prison is horrible.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Is Mrs. Guerin nice? A little nosy, maybe?

- You don't seem nosy. - Not really.

Live and let live.

You're right.

Have the children had supper?

They're still at school!

Aren't you cold in here?

I'm freezing.

We should turn on the heating.

Did you buy all that cassoulet?

Those two big cans? No.

Do you know where my husband is?

He moved into the back room.

- Back room? - You know, the storage room.

He did?

We moved some furniture in.

Take this.

- You're moving in here? - Yes.

Are you dropping everything?

No.

You're not going on TV?

Yes, I am.

Can I help at all?

They say it often happens.

These sudden changes.

So they say. You've changed your hair.

Won't you sit down?

Take a seat.

We don't talk often.

Don't worry, I'll be there tonight.

It's all set up?

All set up. I even have notes.

Good. But it's not a lecture. They'll question you.

It may not be a lecture, but I have a lot to say.

I don't even know where to start.

Where's Louis? Who's interviewing you?

Who cares? They all know their jobs.

May I read you my notes?

Not now.

Just an excerpt. I want your opinion.

I want to say I love you.

And what I want most of all...

is to give courage to those who've lost love.

However much they shield themselves, love is much stronger.

I know you think the desire to be loved

is a gigantic handicap.

I'll keep quiet if you want.

Do what you like

but think of the children.

Spare them the sight of a lunatic father.

Louis? He wanted to talk to you.

No. He's working.

I don't think he'll go. So much the better.

I can't talk now. El0i's here.

See you. Bye.

Are you listening in?

Listening in?

Pork's in the oven. Ready in 2O minutes.

Roast pork?

What are you doing?

Getting undressed. I feel like a shower.

- A shower? - Yes.

- Did I tell you about Gregoire? - No.

- He's a bit off balance. - No wonder.

- Are you naked? - Almost.

Can you massage me, here?

Does it hurt?

A lot.

Here?

That feels good.

- You really are naked. - Louis!

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Aren't you overdoing the sun lamp?

Is something wrong?

It bothers you that he's out?

I'm taking my shower.

Don't go.

You're not seeing me.

- You're picturing Nathalie. - What do you mean?

Nathalie's body. Nathalie's pussy.

Be quiet!

You like that?

Yes.

You're not talking.

Let it ring.

I'll put him on.

Hello.

Guislain?

Not at all.

What? Which channel?

I didn't know, but...

Agnes - his wife - said he wasn't going.

I'll call you back.

Gregoire Jeancour. Frankly, how did things get so out of hand?

How do you feel?

About everything you've been through?

Thank you for coming here.

At such a difficult time for you.

I'm sure that our viewers will understand that sometimes

silence speaks louder than words.

Is it good?

Very good.

Would you like a daughter?

With who?

From me, of course!

Yes, Gielen.

I wouldn't say great, but..

He didn't say one word?

No, I'm not doing him. Let's discuss it tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Evening, Mr. Jeancour.

It's some time since we saw you.

Yes it is. Antoine's not here?

He's off today.

I'll have a Martini. Over there.

- Been waiting long? - No, I just arrived.

- I'm double parked. - Not again! Take a seat.

Would you like a drink?

Glass of champagne?

No. I'd prefer a screwdriver, but it can wait.

- It's Jeancour. - The TV guy?

- No, his brother. - That's not him.

- I tell you it is. - That was good, keeping silent.

I didn't mean to.

Lots of people phoned to congratulate you. Seys, your lawyer,

the Chief Secretary, what's his name?

A screwdriver, please.

- I just saw him on the TV news. - I couldn't believe his gall!

- What can I bring you? - A Coke.

We can't stay long. We're invited for 9.

- A mainstream. - Let's change tables.

- It's a famous cocktail. - I'm sorry, we don't know it.

Don't know your job, you mean!

Get me the manager.

I'll see what I can do, Sir.

Why don't you order something else?

I can't believe they don't know it.

No need to make a scene.

Let's leave, if it bothers you.

I'm sorry.

Those people are so awful, it's fascinating.

So obnoxious, when it's so easy not to be!

- They're just vulgar. - Yes. it makes them almost likable.

It's as if they had absolutely no need to be loved!

Like you, perhaps, in the end.

Don't start that again.

As you like. But I can't be speechless forever.

Sometimes I need to say what I feel.

You never stop.

I haven't said one word about prison yet.

Not so loud. I hate being stared at.

You care too much what people think.

Look at those pricks.

Look at those pricks!

Let go.

What did you think about in prison?

I thought about you.

What else?

Why I'd been put there. How society is organized.

- You blame society? - Yes, very much.

It was good to you, until recently.

Yes, I took it for granted

that some people have it all, while others freeze.

And now you don't?

No.

And I don't see why society

has to put its henchmen, like me,

in jail, as if society were blameless.

Excuse me. I'm going off duty.

You're welcome.

It's expensive.

There may be a mistake.

No, it's right. But it's very expensive.

Don't you agree?

Guislain just called.

What do you think? I don't know.

What do I think about what?

Guislain thinks it might be good if you and I did something

on my show tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Okay.

Are you still there?

I'm still here. Keep talking.

Do you remember? You spent whole days

either in silence, or vomiting.

Yes, you did.

Remember when Dad smashed that plate on the floor?

You vomited for three days.

I sometimes miss Arras.

You wouldn't, of course.

How old were you when we left?

I'm 5 years younger than you.

I went there on Saturday with Veronique.

Yes, two days ago.

Why didn't I tell you? I didn't think you cared.

No, we stayed at the Universe because Godmother

has moved in her daughter upstairs.

With your permission.

She was upset. Disappointed. She'd pictured it so differently.

She spent half the night trying to recall her mental image of it.

And didn't succeed?

No, I didn't hate Dad.

No! I did not hate Dad.

I wasn't jealous.

I know he preferred you.

Let's save some subjects for your show.

My Show?

It's why you called.

Yes, it is.

I brought Mrs. Jeanc0ur's scarf back. She left it at the salon.

I'm her hairdresser.

Can I give it to her myself?

I'm her manicurist.

Come in.

This way.

Sit down.

I've brought back the scarf you left.

Scarf? I don't wear scarves.

I haven't for ages.

It's very pretty, But it's not mine.

Maybe I'll go back to them.

Do you want it?

Are you offering it to me?

If you like it...

- But it's not yours? - No.

Ifs a pity.

It would go well with your coat.

- Is there anything else? - No.

My friend just got out of jail.

That makes two of us.

Yes, except mine's gone already.

Gone?

I don't know where he is.

He'll be back.

He wants to be sure he can live without you.

Mine's the opposite.

He can't live without me. He's here all day.

He asks where I'm going. He fears I'll go off and forget him.

In jail, they fear that.

You think he'll come back?

You seem like a difficult person to leave. That must worry him.

- He wants freedom. - I don't spy on him.

Let him stray for a while. Maybe my husband will start going out!

It'll be hard to choose between you and Luigi.

I like my new hairstyle.

Goodbye, Stephanie. Very nice of you to come.

No trouble. It was on my way.

See you soon.

- I'm going out for a bit. - Someone just left.

- So? - Nothing.

You're a friend of my wife's?

No, just her hairdresser.

I brought back a thing she left behind.

A thing?

I thought it was hers, but...

it wasn't.

- You got the wrong client. - Yes.

Yes.

Forgive me if I talk. I'm rather claustrophobic.

Do you mind?

It's silly for claustrophobes to use elevators, I know.

I just got out of jail.

You're not surprised?

Yes, I am.

It's the new trend.

Jail the bosses.

You know about this trend?

Yes.

Do you approve of it?

I don't know.

Why do you talk to me like I'm an idiot?

Good question. Why do I?

I guess I've always talked like that to everyone.

That's sad.

Goodbye.

Come as you are. Perfect.

No need. Goodbye.

- Who was it? - Your brother...

You were curt.

...asking what to wear tonight. - You found me that tape?

It's loaded, ready to play.

I know what's happening. We can deal with it sensibly and

face the future. The future is competition.

Everything else is just words. Demagoguery.

The competition's huge. I believe in my workers,

I believe in training and investment I want to be a killer.

A killer of unemployment.

It doesn't suit me.

Too bad. Nothing suits me.

Pity. We had a dinner date. My husband will have to go alone.

It's not your fault, but

You asked for a soft look.

- Soft! You said it! -You'd like more shape?

No!

That'll be fine.

Sir?

Hello. Excuse me.

I'd like to see the young lady who does my wife's hair.

Your wife?

Yes, my wife. Agnes Jeancour.

I'm sorry! Mr. Jeancour. You must mean Stephanie.

I don't know her name.

But I don't think your wife has an appointment today.

Mr. Jeancour wants to speak to you.

About the scarf I left with your concierge?

- What scarf? - The one Mrs. Jeancour forgot.

I delivered it to her house.

Stephanie! For you.

Excuse me.

- Your wife left a scarf? - It's unimportant.

I've walked for miles. May I sit down for a minute?

Of course.

I took a walk in the woods. Very pleasant.

I wish I had more time to walk.

It's a big responsibility, tending people's faces.

Yes, it's...

All-important, even.

Yes, they're important.

They're all we think about.

I care a lot about my looks, though I'm not wild about them.

But some days, of course,

I think I'm very good-looking and I want to show the world.

You must, too.

- I used to. - Why �used to�?

I think you're very beautiful.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

You wanted to talk?

I think so...

About what I said in the elevator?

Yes.

You shouldn't take things so seriously.

I have to get back to work.

What?

- Are you okay? - Yes, yes.

I'll see you out.

Pardon me.

Feeling better?

I have things to tell you, but not yet.

Let's meet later, if you like.

How?

The bar across the street at seven.

Right.

- Would you like to move? - Yes, please.

Over there?

- Take your pick. - Here's okay.

Ever tried apologizing?

Sorry?

You stuck your coat in my face, jerk!

Do you have to be so rude?

- Let it go. - He didn't realize, okay?

I realized. What I don't understand...

- Understand this? - Take it easy!

- Where to? - We haven't decided yet. Just drive.

We'll tell you later.

I'll take you home.

Would you mind that?

It's not that.

What is it?

Where do you live?

Levallois.

Levallois is a big place.

By the metro station.

Are you okay?

I should be asking you that.

I picked a real tough guy!

Dry my face.

He's disappeared. No car phone, even.

- Maybe he's on foot. - Hope so.

So what do we do?

Keep Marianne talking.

Eight minutes to air.

Stop at the next corner, please.

Not at the metro?

- What are you doing? - Paying.

Don't be silly.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

- May I walk with you? - Sure.

I'd like to spend the evening with you.

But please don't think...

That you want to screw me?

Sorry, but I have a date.

Who with?

Who?

Tell him

Tell him to come along.

You're a cool one!

Louis, test your mike.

One, two.

You want that chair out? We need it.

Thirty seconds.

- Relax, it'll be okay. - Do we have any files on him?

An obituary?

I don't think we have one ready.

Another mike test, please.

She knows she'll have to fill in?

Relax, okay?

Ten seconds.

Roll music.

Want it in the bottle?

In a glass.

With foam at the bottom!

You're a riot, man. Pass the J. What's with the shades?

Hi. How you doing, Steph?

Hi, Jamil.

We're watching TV. It's cool!

I noticed.

Can you open a window? The stairs stink of pot.

You heard. Open a window, stinkpot. Go on!

- What am I, your dog? - You're touchy, man.

- You too. - You're a riot.

It's mellow.

Shit. Hold this.

Time to face the music.

Get out.

Chill, Steph.

I'll ask Jamil to leave.

I cheated on you.

That sounds scary.

It is scary.

If these men decide

that democracy interferes with profits

they won't hesitate. Remember Krupp.

He didn't hesitate. He chose the Third Reich.

So by pressing charges, these judges protect democracy?

Not necessarily. A judges' republic is worrying, too.

In the US, there's a democratic drift

that could lead to democratic totalitarianism.

But then

Any idea pushed to the limit is a monster.

Every idea is a possible monster.

You'd like a ban on ideas?

In a way, yes. Any unchallenged idea is scary.

Marianne Ferrare, thank you.

Your book title, again: �The Policy of Forgetfulness...

Good night.

Great! Much better not to mention him.

His ghost was there.

By the end, I was scared he'd show up.

Are you okay?

I'll drive you home.

No, I'll walk. I need some fresh air.

Lorraine?

- What? - Can I get into your bed?

No!

- What are you doing here? - I had a nightmare.

Really?

- What was it about? - Coffins.

What was in the coffins?

I don't know.

You want some hot milk?

Hot milk's good.

We'll all die one day.

It's sad, but true.

Granny died.

But she was old.

It's far, far away. Best not to think about it.

You're thinking about Daddy?

He's out working.

He'll kiss you goodnight if he's not home too late.

But don't wait up for him.

Is he back in jail?

Who's talking about jail? He wasn't in jail.

You too? What's up?

He woke me up. Now I can't sleep.

He came to your room?

Are there boarding schools for brats?

- Now, now... - It's true! He's such a brat!

I think I'll go back to sleep.

Damn!

You looking for something?

Please forgive me.

You scared me!

I wondered who it was, so late.

Am I intruding?

You can't make it, is that it?

- To what? - Veronique didn't tell you?

No. What is it?

I'm giving a little dinner party.

Nice.

I'm glad your brother's out of jail.

Who wouldn't be?

I'm not sure everybody is.

So the dinner's for him?

No. The day after tomorrow is March 20th.

Didn't you give up birthday parties, Ma?

I said that.

At my age, another year is no fun.

But I like having you all around me.

Do you think Gregoire's gone insane?

No. Not at all.

Many people think so.

It suits them to.

He doesn't mind.

He doesn't mind anything much.

Louis...

Why did you want him to look silly on your show?

I've got to go, Ma.

You hoped he'd stoop to making excuses?

I hoped nothing.

He stood by you when you were down.

Bye, Ma.

Don't I get a kiss?

I wish you'd give me some grandchildren, too. You!

See you in two days.

Think it over.

Yes, Ma.

Your sister will be here.

- Yes? - Laure, it's Louis.

- Can I come in? - I'm not alone.

Can I see Ines?

- She's staying with a friend. - Shit.

You could have phoned.

Yes.

- How is she? - She's fine.

Come in for a minute.

This is Fran�ois.

Where's her friend's house?

You'd better not go. She won't understand

and you'll embarrass the parents.

I wanted to surprise her.

Laure?

What?

Maybe I should go.

You want me to go?

What should I do?

- Is there a bar? - In the Arcade.

- Arcade?

HOW long?

I'll put the bathroom light on.

When you see it, come back.

- Who's he? - A friend.

That's depressing.

- You got my latest check? - Yes.

- I want to see my daughter grow. - I let you.

I'm going to acknowledge her.

I don't want some...

jock thinking he's her father.

- You're a fine one... - Sorry.

Veronique wasn't how I imagined her.

You met Veronique?

She dropped by when you two were in town.

What?

Barbara!

- Morning ma'am! - Morning, Aurelie.

Ask the florist to bring some fresh flowers.

Yes, ma'am.

And no carnations this time! The clients hate them.

Mr. Jeancour!

I brought some champagne to thank you for your hospitality.

How kind!

It's early for drinks, for me,

but why not?

Would you all gather around?

Yes! Luigi! Girls! Come, everyone!

Neat! Tomorrow's my birthday.

- How old? - Never ask a lady her age.

I'm 22. So what?

Luigi, see what Stephanie's up to. Tell her to join us.

I'd like to propose a toast

- to Mrs... - Guerin.

Here's to Mrs. Guerin.

I had some things to say, but...

I don't think it's worth it.

It's up to you, but...

Maybe just a word?

Hear, hear! Speech!

I wanted to say I feel good among you.

This place has a special appeal to me,

probably because of...

the work that you...

do here.

Excuse me.

Here.

I'm sorry. I thought I was in love with you. I was so happy.

I couldn't sleep.

You don't love me.

That's it.

Go on. Don't mind me.

I can't play with someone listening.

Just this once.

You see?

I was going to bed when you came in. I'm worn out.

You're staying here?

I wish I knew what's wrong.

If you don't shape up, it'll be even worse for you,

and us, and your workers.

They work for you. 8,000 of them.

I know. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

Can I get into your bed?

You're not 4 years old, Gregoire.

- Would you like toast? - No thanks, Mrs. Ravet.

You're very kind. Have a nice day.

Thank you.

- Okay, Jean-Jacques? - Yes thank you, Sir.

Genevieve?

Genevieve, this is Jeancour.

Would you ask Seys and Lascaux to come to my office, please?

In ten minutes.

Thanks.

Is Avenue Poincar� one-way these days?

Not that I know of.

So why go this way?

Just for a change? Yes, you're right.

- Can't you pull over? - I won't be long.

I'm going to stretch my legs.

This is stupid. It's so close, I'll walk.

He said he won't be long.

I won't get mugged. And I'm dying for a coffee.

Tonight, 7 p.m.

Gregoire Jeancour Out of Jail

Have a nice day.

See you soon.

Nice day, gentlemen.

Do I know you?

Could it be... we met in prison?

- Want a drink? - I wouldn't mind.

Come on. Mind if we use first names?

No problem.

- What'll it be? - Cappuccino.

Two cappuccinos.

When did you...get out?

Tuesday.

I got out on Tuesday, too.

Tuesday, seven a.m.

You're Gregoire Jeancour?

I'm all for jailing guys like you.

All of us, then.

Yes. Everyone responsible.

I'm not responsible, I'm guilty.

- Everyone guilty. - Scram.

- Like to sit? - Yeah.

Did we ever speak?

Once, in the yard. I saw you smoking Camels.

L gave you one?

Yes, But that wasn't it.

I collect the packs. I cut out the camels and paste them in a book.

I asked you to save the pack.

Did we meet again?

No, the bastards moved me upstairs.

- You still have the book? - Yes.

Every camel has a name.

One's �Gregoire Jeancour�...

Sorry, I have to go. I start work again today.

- How much? - Let me.

Really, let me!

Okay, but it's my turn next time.

Your turn next time.

I get off at 7. Are you busy then?

I don't know.

- Want to meet here at seven? - Yeah, you're on.

Excellent.

We'll talk camels.

I may be with my girlfriend.

I'd rather play down the camel thing.

See you at seven.

Genevieve? He's coming up.

Why haven't you told her?

- I kept putting it off. - Why are you telling me?

I always tell you. You're the one I tell everything.

And Veronique, you tell nothing?

I guess not. Can you see me telling her?

"I've got some news. I have a 7-year-old daughter."

That's not how it happens.

It doesn't happen at all.

Besides, how do I know if your kids are all Gregoire's?

Right. You don't.

Miss! Bring me an �clair.

- Coffee or chocolate? - Chocolate. No.

- Coffee.

- You're hungry? - They're good here.

You're right. Fuck it all.

I'll have one, too.

Did I say something wrong?

No, nothing.

Tell me. Is it about Gregoire?

No, it's about me.

Veronique must be all alone, suffering.

She may not be suffering at all.

True. Maybe she's not. Did she tell you that?

No.

But you sensed it.

If she left, I couldn't stand it.

I love Ines. I can't do without her.

- That's new. - No, I always have.

But I love her more and more. And Veronique.

And I still love Nathalie.

I'm very full of love these days.

It's genetic. Are you coming to your mother's?

- All alone? - You'll have to be.

And tell them Veronique left when she heard about Ines?

Thank you.

- Know where she is? - I can't tell you.

So it goes on.

There's no �why?" about it.

Go home? Go home?

- Just go home! - I can't.

My friend!

I can't stay long. I have a...

- Time for a drink, at least? - Okay, a quick one.

You know this man?

Hello.

- What'll you have? - Anything.

Beer, then.

I'm not allowed to drink.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Wait! Meet the ladies.

I've got to go. Sorry.

- Aren't we friends? - Sure.

So come on.

- I can't miss my mother's party. - Just five minutes.

Meet Gregoire Jeancour, buccaneer and ex-con.

- Sit down. - Sorry, I can't.

Sit down!

Meet my girlfriend.

I have to...

- Excuse me. - 5 minutes!

Let him go.

Tell your mom Happy Birthday from Martine.

- Why push him? - I didn't.

You did. That's not you. What'll you have?

Nothing.

Don't let us keep you.

You're not keeping us. We're okay.

- Sit down. - I'd rather stand.

I hope we don't scare you.

You? No.

That's good. I hope not!

- You're plastered. - Not me. It takes more than 3 Pernods

How many did you get?

Pernods?

No! Months in jail!

Fourteen.

- That's long! - No, it's not.

Say! Is it true what they say about homosexual activity behind bars?

Absolutely. We bugger each other all day.

You're funny! I bet you kept them laughing.

I'm leaving.

- What? - I'm going home.

See you in a bit.

Is there any food?

- For how many? - Us two.

I'll get wine. We'll do pasta, okay?

Are we invited?

NOT by me!

We just sat down and here you are!

Glad you didn't wait. Hello everyone.

Hello.

- It's all right, sweetie. - I know, I'm silly.

- Hello, mother. - Hello, darling.

- Sorry, I'm empty-handed. - Who cares?

Let's not lecture him tonight.

I wasn't!

Don't start bickering.

We're not! Alice thought I was criticizing Gregoire.

Isn't Louis here yet?

Your place is here, Gregoire.

She wanted me to see that play

with the famous actress...

She's been in a lot of films.

- Genevieve Page? - No, no.

What's the play called?

You know, Veronique... Names, at my age...

- How's Louis? - Okay.

Are you sure?

Yes, he's fine.

- Trouble between you? - I can't go into it.

How's his health?

He's fine! I'll tell you later.

What are you two plotting?

Nothing of interest to you, Uncle.

How do you know?

About the convent.

You see? I'm very interested.

You're interested? In what?

Everything.

A convent's routine never varies.

Even so, things must happen, like everywhere else.

Conflicts? Rivalries?

Yes! We're always squabbling.

- We fight over the TV. - You watch TV?

Why not? I love it.

What's the point?

- To keep in touch. - Yes...

I know what you're thinking: I've gone astray.

No. You pray for us.

Don't make fun of me.

You act tough, but you're the best of us all.

What?

Cecile's right. Veronique's the best of us all...

and a gorgeous companion. Louis is very lucky.

By the way, where is he?

Could he have forgotten?

- I don't think so. - We'll start without him.

- Jean? - Yes, ma'am.

- You may begin. - Aye.

How are you, old boy?

- Recovering? - I'm okay.

A bit out of sync, but I guess that's normal.

Absolutely normal.

How about you, Agnes?

It can't have been easy for you, either.

Not very, no.

I imagine you were hounded by reporters. Were you in hiding?

No, not really.

They even came to the convent trying to question me.

Here he is!

Sorry. I couldn't get away.

Thank you, darling.

How lovely! Thank you.

- You're here? - Yes.

E998 mimosa!

Leave it there. We'll help ourselves.

Okay?

I'm... sorry about the show.

Doesn't matter.

- I completely forgot. - It went fine without you.

You? On Louis' show?

As it happened, I completely forgot.

I got mixed up in a very strange story.

I can't even describe it.

In the elevator with Agnes's hairdresser...

Telling her my life story...

Kissing her in the street in Levallois...

You kissed Stephanie?

Why tell us?

To relax Agnes, maybe.

He's right. Telling us is unfair to Agnes.

But I have no secrets from Agnes,

or anyone.

She may, from you.

Probably. She's very secretive.

She likes closed doors.

It reminds me of that time in Tarbes...

Edmond! Not the Tarbes story.

You're talking?

He's talking! What do you mean?

You didn't see him on TV.

Baring yourself to millions...

All this tasteless exhibitionism...

I know, Ma! My job is shit.

I think it's wonderful.

You think everything is!

Everything and everyone.

Big, small, fat, thin, morons...

You're a saint... and a pain in the ass.

You're mad at me.

No, I'm not.

It wouldn't matter, but I can see it hurts you.

Anger is always a sign of self-hate.

Self-hate! Can't you drop that stupid pious tone?

Sorry, Cecile.

Forgive me, Louis.

You don't care about anyone.

Not quite.

He doesn't care about his loved ones.

Because of the unloved ones

Unloved ones!

Why? Don't you believe in them?

Yes, you put them before us.

Never in my life!

Stay right there!

I have to say something.

I have a daughter. She's seven. Her name is Ines.

And you never told us?

Here's to Ines.

Here's to Ines.

Pretty name, Ines.

Thanks.

I know that my stories always annoy my sister, but...

- Fran�ois' second cousin... - Philippe.

Little Philippe, Albert's godson...

was actually Albert's son.

The kid never knew it.

What's the difference?

I'm not bound by principles,

but a son and a godson are not the same thing.

You're going?

Can't you stay? I want to talk about all this.

Louis, I know I'm selfish, I see a world beyond my family,

but it's not against you. Or them.

It's just a fact.

It doesn't matter.

You've no idea how much I love you.

Put your coat on.

They made up, but Louis is crying.

- Leave it to me. - They almost killed each other!

I told you not to tell them.

Do you want me to lie beside you?

Go after him.

- Where's Gregoire? - He took the metro.

Subtitles: Nigel Palmer and Andrew Leigh

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