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Spouse's name: Mrs. Marion Ferront,
née Marion Chabard will not keep the use

of her husband's name,

but will reclaim her own name, Chabard.

Mr. and Mrs. Ferront have already been
living apart since December 20th, 2002.

Mr. Ferront moved out, as outlined
in the provisional agreement.

Liquidation of marital rights:

Mr. and Mrs. Ferront don't own
any property together.

Mrs. Ferront keeps the apartment,
and assumes responsibility for the rent.

Mr. and Mrs. Ferront agreed
to the allocation of furniture

as indicated by the list
in the annex to the provisional agreement.

Both spouses declare being in possession
of their clothes, personal effects,

jewelry, and family heirlooms.

There is no joint outstanding loan,
or debt incurred during their marriage.

As for the kids:

It is reiterated that the spouses
had one child together, Nicolas Ferront,

born on the 15th of November 1999,
in Paris.

The parents have decided to use
their parental authority jointly.

So, any decision about the future of
the child will have to be made together,

in accordance with the practice
of mutual dialogue.

Nicolas lives with his mother.

Considering his age, his father is free
to visit and accommodate him,

allowing them both to decide
when they meet.

If no better agreement is found,
that right will be as follows:

The 1st, 3rd and eventual 5th weekends
from Friday night,

or Saturday after school
until Sunday 7 p.m.,

the father has to pick up and bring back
the child to his mother's.

The first half of all school holidays
in odd years

and the second half
of the same holidays in even years.

Mr. Ferront will pay 300€ of child support
every month,

for his son's upbringing and care.

The spouses declare
there is no significant disparity

in their living conditions,
so no alimony is needed.

According to article 268
of the civil code,

Mr. and Mrs. Ferront revoke
all contributions made to life insurance,

and all donations made to each other
during their marriage.

As for the as yet unknown taxes for 2002,

the spouses agree to pay them
according to their incomes,

in relation to the taxable income
of the couple.

As for the divorce procedure,
the fees will be split in half,

and so will the lawyer's fees.

-Do you have anything to add?
-No, your honor.

You should ask my clients.

Madam, do you agree with what we've read?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ferront?

Yes.

-Do you agree?
-Yes, that's right.

Today, the 17th of February 2003,
I now declare you officially divorced.

If you please, could you sign, madam?

Mr. Ferront.

Please initial the first two pages.

Do you want to close the curtains?

There's no need.

-Are you coming?
-Yes.

Did you gain weight?

So you're wearing a towel
because we're not married anymore?

I don't know.

Sorry.

It's my phone.

Yes? Yes.

Ah, shit, I wanted…

No, I can't.

Yes. Yes, it went well.

I'll call you back. I'm with Gilles.

No, we're at a cafe. Take care. Yes.

-It was my mom.
-Really?

I had lunch with her. I wanted…

-How is she?
-As usual.

And with your dad?

-They don't talk anymore.
-Did he leave?

No, he's still there.

They will never break up.

Kiss me.

Why are you closing your eyes?

You don't want to see my face?

Well?

Listen, this is ridiculous.

I should never have come here.
This is pointless.

Come on.

Stop it. Let's stop.

-What's wrong?
-I don't want it.

Stop it. Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Do you think I could kill myself for you?

Asshole.

I'm leaving.

Stay. I need to talk.

Please.

What did you want to discuss
about Nicolas?

The holidays.

You want me to take him?

Won't you be working?

I can get time off.

I wanted to send him to my mom's.

Did you ask him what he wanted?

No.

-Where would you go with him?
-I don't know.

Skiing, maybe.

Fred rented a cabin.

Isn't he too young for skiing?

They learn younger now.

It will be good for him.

I need to talk to him.

-I'll call you.
-Are you seeing anyone?

No, I've already told you.

Don't you miss it?

No.

It feels good being alone.

Any affairs?

Nothing serious.

Do I know them?

Are you still with Christine?

Yeah.

How is it? Is it good?

It's not easy for me, either.

Really? You don't look so bad.

I'm happy it's over.

"Happy."

-Happy is good.
-What's wrong?

Nothing. You're strong, that's all.

Strong how?

I don't know. You undress,
you get fucked, you're happy.

-Yeah, go get fucked somewhere else.
-Stop it!

You won.

I'll wait for your call about Nicolas.

I have neither won nor lost.

-It's over, that's all.
-You're right, as usual.

It's over. There's nothing else to say.

Marion.

Don't you want to try again?

…Take out the trash.

There's a man…

Open the garage.

Yes, great!

Mommy's here.

-Hi!
-We're here!

Hello, my loves. Hello.

Hi.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I bought a cake.

-Good.
-You did everything? It looks good.

-I'm a bit fed up.
-Daddy…

-One last effort.
-I had a hard day. I'm exhausted.

Can you take care of him?
I'll take a shower.

Yes, I'll redo my makeup
and I'll let you go.

But you're ready.

I'll be quick.

Do you want more pasta?

Not really. You want dessert?

-No.
-No dessert?

It tickles.

Who's…

You're getting dolled up for them?

I'm overwhelmed.

-Isn't mommy beautiful?
-Yes.

Take him.

I'm beautiful for him, too.
Right love? Let's go read a story.

Come on.

The Little Mermaid?

And one afternoon,
when she was making a paper plane…

She's watering flowers.

Right? They're beautiful?

One afternoon,

when she was making a paper plane,

the door opened.

Who is it?

Léon.

Hello, here I am. Léon!
What are they doing?

What are they doing?

They're kissing.

He hasn't closed the door.

He was so happy he forgot to close it.

They're here.

-Good evening!
-How are you?

Great, and you?

-You're alone?
-He's not here yet?

No.

You didn't come together?

He had something to do.
He asked me for the address.

-I hope he won't cancel.
-If he didn't say so, he'll come.

Yes. You know, he's so unpredictable.

-Gilles isn't here either?
-He's taking a shower.

-Is it better between you two?
-Yes, we'll talk later.

-What do you want to drink?
-A gin, please.

That dress is beautiful.

It suits you. Where did you get it?

-It was my mom's.
-Really?

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How are you?
-Well, and you?

All right.

-Thanks. Nicolas is in bed?
-Yes.

-Did he cry?
-Barely.

I have to tell you:
I have two lesbian friends

who just had a baby.

I went to see him at the hospital…

-So cute. I want one, too.
-How did they do it?

With a spoon, with a friend,
it's the most efficient way.

-With a spoon?
-Yes.

The guy was gay. He jerked off,

and the girl put the sperm in her vagina

with a spoon.

-That's a bit weird.
-As long as it works.

What do you tell your kid
when he grows up?

-The truth.
-Good luck with that.

Marion, you're a bit conservative,

because the sperm spoon

is the future. Way better
than a straight husband.

Nonsense.

I wanted to ask your wife to be
my surrogate mother, but I think…

-that won't happen.
-Your boyfriend isn't coming?

He should be.
I don't know what he's doing.

Should I call him?

No, he'll be here.

I don't believe in faithfulness.

It's not possible, and…

It's useless.

-Do you agree, Christophe?
-He's right.

Why force yourself to be faithful.
It's unnatural.

Well, to…

respect each other.

Trust.

You know that all couples lie
and hide stuff from each other.

And that works.

And also… why resist temptations?

-What's the point? To have regrets?
-No.

Feeling stronger,
feeling like you can resist temptations.

Marion, I'm always amazed by you.

And you, Gilles, what do you think?

-Nothing.
-Liar.

-What do you want me to say?
-Not the truth.

Well, then…

I never cheated on Marion.

I cheated on Christophe twice.

Nothing serious.

Two affairs with guys passing through.

No big deal.

-Did you tell him?
-Of course.

-I tell him everything.
-Wow.

Well…

He's young, I can't stop him.

So far, he's always come back to me.

-You're not jealous?
-Why would I be?

I'm old.

I did the same thing at his age.

It suits me. I've always preferred
when there was a third person.

It soothes and relaxes me.

Have you ever cheated on me?

What do you want me to say?

No, of course.

Unbelievable, I have to understand
your unfaithfulness,

and I need to be faithful.

That's just…

my macho Mediterranean side.

I cheated on Marion only once.

Just one time.

You think now's a good time?

Since we're all revealing things,
I thought I could tell my story.

Are fags the only ones
who can be unfaithful?

I'm sure you want to hear
a nice story of straight adultery.

Why not, if it's funny.

I'm not sure it's funny,
but it's interesting.

Do you mind, Marion?

No, I don't.

Well, maybe we should go.

No, I'm curious to hear
what he has to say.

So it was…

A year, a year and a half ago.

At friends' we hadn't seen
since our wedding's,

They had organized a small party
in their house 30 km away from Paris.

Good atmosphere, really friendly,
about 20 people, music…

Very nice people. Everybody was drunk.

Around midnight,
our friend dims all the lights…

and we understood that,
for those who wanted,

-The party was becoming an orgy.
-Ah, okay.

-That's great.
-Quite surprising.

Especially since we weren't that close.

Anyway, we were a bit drunk.

And I found that funny.

So the women started to undress,

to lie down on mattresses on the floor,
and the guys followed.

It was quite organized.
There were poppers, lube…

condoms and even coke.

And us, alone in a corner at first,

Just watching, intrigued.

Then, Marion took my hand,

squeezed it really hard,

and I asked her if she wanted to try.

And you said,

"No, but go ahead if you want to."

I told you I would only go
if you came with me.

And you insisted I went alone.

You wanted to stay there and watch.

That's it.

A girl came to see us, so I went.

In front of Marion,
who was watching me from the shadows.

You mean you fucked that girl
in front of Marion?

Yup.

Not just with the girl.

-There were even guys.
-You fooled around with them?

Yes, I took the opportunity.

To at least try once.

And now I know how my brother feels.

-You're kidding.
-What did you do with guys?

Nothing special, I sucked a few dicks,

and I got fucked in the ass
while fucking a girl.

You got fucked in the ass?

You got fucked in the ass?

Sorry, Marion, that's not true.

Don't tell me you…

Yes, it's true.

Let's move to the other room.

-I have to go.
-No!

I promised I'd swing by a party.

Are you leaving, too, Christophe?

Matthieu, you want me to…

As you wish, it's going to be techno,

with only young people.
Not sure you'll like it.

That's exactly what he likes.

Okay, go, I'll see you after.

I'll call you when I'm done.

Anyway, thanks for everything.

-It was really nice. See you soon.
-See you soon.

I'll call you. Bye, Marion.

-I'll see you out.
-Let's go.

Bye.

That young Matthieu is nice.

-Really, you like him?
-Yes, he's nice, clever.

And he knows what he wants.

Yes, he's really cool.

I'm happy you like him.

And he got along well with Marion.

Yes, I think so.

We're good together.

Can you rinse the plates
before putting them in?

Where's the tin foil?

I don't know.

I'm happy for your brother.

Why?

To see him in love.

It's rare.

I think it's pathetic.

Why?

The kid doesn't care about him.

He left alone to go to his party.

It won't last.

Unbelievable. When it comes
to your brother,

you're always so pessimistic.

And you're always so optimistic.

Be realistic. It won't last a week.

What do you know?

Not having a conventional relationship
doesn't mean it will fail.

The important thing is
to trust each other.

Are you sure?

And he told me they weren't having sex.

Gilles.

-What?
-What are you doing?

He was crying.

Are you coming?

Let me sleep.

It's a boy, for sure.

-Do you have an idea for the name?
-Yes.

We don't agree.

Anything else happen?

No, except some small bleeding
this morning.

Well, that's weird.

Did he move a lot recently?

No, he was rather calm.

Why, is something wrong?

The placenta seems to be misplaced.
It could become an obstruction at birth.

Is it serious?

No, it's just that

if there is too much bleeding,
we'll have to induce labor.

Yes, honey.

What is it? You're not at the hospital?

Really, why?

Yes, I'm still here.

I'm coming right now.
Don't worry, I'm coming.

Bye.

Delphine, I'm finishing a file.
Don't put any more calls through.

Thanks.

5 NEW MESSAGES

You're only here now?

We've been waiting for 3 hours.
Marion was hysterical.

-Is she all right?
-It wasn't easy.

She's resting in her room.
They gave her something to sleep.

And the baby?

The baby is in a incubator.
He's very small.

They had difficulties getting him out,
and the epidural didn't work.

She went through hell, poor thing.

Where were you, by the way?
We left you messages.

I was stuck in a traffic jam.

Well, Marion didn't really understand.

She was worried. I was there with her
instead of you.

It wasn't a pretty sight. She bled a lot.

Luckily, they were able to do a C-section.

In my time, it wouldn't have been
so quick and so efficient.

And you know I lost my first child.

Yes I know. You've told me.

Are you sure it's this one?

He's very small. It's number five.

Isn't he the one on the left?

No, I'm telling you: it's number five.

Why?

Are you worried? You don't like him?

Yes, I do, but he seems so fragile.

That's what the midwife told me.

The placenta wasn't working,

so the baby wasn't growing.
That's why he's so small.

Luckily they saw it in time,
or he may have died in the womb.

But they told me not to worry.

Generally they grow
into a proper height and weight.

They grow up naturally
without any problems.

Gilles.

What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?

I'm all right. I just need some fresh air.

Do you want me to come?

That's all right, thanks.

I'll wait for you in the waiting room.

Yes.

When you come back,
we'll see if Marion is awake.

See you in a bit.

Oh, shit.

Hello, Gilles.

So, is he born?

Yes. Marion is resting.

MATERNITY WARD
BUILDING 22

So, are you happy?

Yes. We didn't expect him so soon, but…

You never know when problems will show up.

-Is Monique here?
-In the waiting room.

She didn't have a fit?

-Sorry?
-She's so happy to be a grandmother,

that she must be hysterical.

Maybe, I don't know.

Anyway, she's always hysterical.

I'm going to see my daughter
and the little monster. You coming?

-I'm just finishing my cigarette.
-Are your parents here?

No, I haven't told them yet.

See you in a bit.

-It's the answering machine.
-That's unbelievable.

I hope nothing happened to him.

You're worrying about him,
when you just gave birth. That's crazy.

Mom!

-You don't know what you're saying.
-He didn't have a C-section.

I'm not surprised.

When I had my miscarriage,
your father wasn't there, either.

He had better things to do
than that woman's stuff.

Will you shut the fuck up?

What's wrong with you?

Can't you leave your daughter alone?

You're pissing us off,
always saying the same bullshit.

Maybe it's my fault Gilles is not here,
like you 30 years ago.

It's always the same.

-Men always flee.
-For fuck's sake, stop it!

Now's not the time.

-Your father started it.
-Shut up!

That's all we're asking.

I'm going. You need to rest.

Bye, dad. Thanks for coming.

See how he talked to me?

That's all right.

At least he came.

That's no excuse to shout at me.

Go see him.

-You think so?
-You know he's waiting for you in the car.

Yes.

Well.

Get some rest, honey.

Hello?

-Yes?
-It's me.

Where are you?

I'll tell you later. It's complicated.

-Are you all right?
-No, I'm not.

What's wrong?

Well, I'm in pain.

Why aren't you here?

Why did you leave?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Did you choose his name?

-No, I didn't.
-What do you want?

I don't know.

What about you?

You wanted Nicolas?

Yes, I like Nicolas.

Nicolas, then.

-Marion.
-Yes?

I love you.

Can you go home
and bring me back some things?

Okay.

Marion.

Is there a prenuptial agreement?

Yes.

According to article 75 of the civil code,

I will read to you articles 212 to 215,

on the rights and duties of the spouses.

Article 212:

the spouses must be mutually faithful,

and help and protect each other.

Article 213:

they will both ensure the moral and

material well-being of the family,

and will ensure their children's
future and education.

Article 214:

the law doesn't dictate each spouse's
contribution to the couple.

They each contribute
according to their capacity.

And finally, article 215:

the spouses agree to live together.

Miss Marion Chabard,

do you take Mr. Gilles Ferront
as your lawfully wedded husband?

-Yes.
-Mr. Gilles Ferront,

do you take Miss Marion Chabard
as your lawfully wedded wife?

Yes.

In the name of the law,

I now declare you husband and wife.

Congratulations.

The new couple in the middle!

-I want you.
-Are you happy?

Yes, I'm happy.

-Are you happy?
-Oh, yes!

-I can't hear you.
-yes!

I can't take off my dress.

You're beautiful.

-Help me, I can't take it off.
-You're beautiful.

Never mind, we'll do it like this.

-Just like this!
-No!

I want to take it off.

I'll take it off in the bathroom.

Keep the garter belt on,
but take your panties off.

Oh, that's nice.

I kept the panties on,
but I can do a little striptease.

So, you're already tired of me?

Gilles.

Are you sleeping?

Yeah.

Good night, my love.

You scared me.

I'm sorry I don't speak French,
what did you say?

I was afraid.

Are you from the wedding?

-Yes.
-I'm at the hotel in the chateau but…

I can't sleep with all the noise.

And the jet lag also,
I just arrived in France today.

And I leave tomorrow for LA.

It's good.

You don't mind if I sit?

-No.
-No?

Would you like a cigarette?

Why not?

Thank you.

Thank you for the cigarette.

-Good night.
-Wait.

I must go, I have my friend,

who is waiting for me.

Kiss me.

No.

I love you.

I love you, I love you.

I love you.

-How is it?
-It's cool. Come!

Jellyfish! Wait, there's a jellyfish!

-It's big.
-You asshole!

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

I'm arriving only now
since I missed my plane.

-Are you Mrs. Marion Chabard?
-Yes.

We've been waiting for you.
Welcome to the Calypso.

-Did you have a nice trip?
-So-so.

I see.

Our staff will take you to your room.

Here's your key.

It's room number 213.

Are you maybe a superstitious person?

No, no.

I feel good after that dip.

It's not as uncool here as I thought.

See, you can trust me.

And there aren't too many people.

Grazie.

People coming here alone are weird.

No, they're singles looking for an affair.

That's horrible!
I would never come here alone.

Why not?

-It's like a dating club.
-That's so pathetic.

You can't help it.

What?

You're always criticizing everything.
There's always something wrong.

I'm not criticizing. I'm observing.

-Is it nice out?
-Yes.

I slept well.

You didn't hear the noise this morning?

No, what was it?

I don't know.
Doors slamming in the hallway.

-I didn't hear a thing.
-You want some toast?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Marion?

Yes?

-I don't know if…
-Mr. Ferront, what are you doing here?

I should be asking you.
I thought you went to Senegal.

My friend ditched me,
so I booked a random trip.

That's funny.

I'm here with my girlfriend.

We didn't see you on the plane.
When did you arrive?

-I missed the plane. I arrived last night.
-Oh, right.

Are you here with someone?

No, I'm alone.

Come have lunch with us.

Sure, why not?

It's weird to bump into you here.

I never expected to see you in a swimsuit.

Well…

See you later at the restaurant.

See you.

Who was that?

A marketing girl who works for us.

It's crazy to bump into her here.

-You didn't know she'd be here?
-No, I barely know her.

Are you jealous?

Yes, you are!

I told her to come have lunch with us.
She's alone.

Is she nice?

Actually, I don't know.

We'll see.

So you don't mind coming here alone?

I do, but my friend canceled last minute.
We were supposed to go to Senegal.

Maybe next time.

It wouldn't have been
the same type of vacation.

It wasn't going to be an organized trip.

It was going to be an adventure.

Just what I would have loved to do.

Why didn't you do it?

You shouldn't be asking me.

-We only had one week.
-Gilles works too much.

I wanted to leave for two weeks,
and visit Sicily first, but…

Maybe next time for us, too.

Sicily is gorgeous.

Do you know it?

Yes, my boyfriend was from there.
We went to see his family.

You didn't want to go back?

Not yet.

We broke up four months ago.
I wasn't ready yet.

I'm sorry.

Not at all. You couldn't have known.

And anyway it's over.

Focus! We haven't had a proper rally.

Don't get angry.

Do you have any water?

Thanks.

Shit. You pick them up.

…gentlemen.
Any volunteers to join me on stage

to try what's like to live in hell?
Come on, not too many, please.

Over there.

Giuseppe? Pick some nice person, Giuseppe.
It's better that way.

And bring them on…

That young lady over there.

-No.
-Come here.

Won't you?

-Yes.
-No, I don't want to go.

-Yes, go.
-Giuseppe, leave it.

-No, stop it.
-The man sitting next to her.

Maybe he is more interested
in the pleasures of hell.

-Me?
-Yes, you.

Giuseppe, pick him up and bring him
over here. We're stalling.

Let's hear it for him because…
Come over here!

Don't worry!

C and then we draw an I.

Do you like it?

Then we draw a nice A.

And then we draw a nice round O.

Are you enjoying it?

Is it clear how to do it?

Bravo!

Ladies and gentlemen, the first step.

Show your pen.

Show the audience your pen. This one here.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is
the French man's pen. And what a nice pen!

Not bad. Congratulations!
Our friend is going to write "spaghetti".

Wait. Let's do it together.

And then we draw a P.

And then we draw a nice A.

And then we draw a G. Come on, a G!

And then we draw an H.

And finally an I.

Well done. It was really funny.

-You've got moves.
-Thanks.

I'm used to it.
That's how we communicate at work.

I didn't understand.
I don't speak Italian.

-Too bad. Don't worry, it was lowbrow.
-I can imagine that.

Let's have a drink at the nightclub.

Not me. We get up early
for the mountain trip, but Gilles…

Not if you're not coming.

All right, good luck tomorrow.

-And good night.
-Good night.

-You didn't want to have a drink?
-Not really.

May I sit next to you?

No, it's taken, sorry.

-I thought you didn't want a drink.
-Do you want one?

I find that girl sweet.

Who?

Marion.

Are you trying to sell her to me?

I find her cute and nice, that's all.

Would it turn you on if I fucked her?

Not me, but you'd be turned on.

You're right. I want to fuck her tonight.

Follow me. This way.

We're almost there.

You're comfortable here.

-Oh, it's you. Hello.
-Hello.

-Can I sit?
-Of course.

Weren't you supposed to go on a trip?

Valérie went alone. I wasn't brave enough.

And I wanted to sleep in, and tan.

-It's nice here. It's so quiet.
-Yeah.

It's a nice change from the club noise.

-How was the nightclub?
-It was nice. I left quite early.

Alone?

Why are you asking?

I don't know.

When you go to a club alone, it's…

It's easier to meet people.

Right?

You don't know me. I just wanted to dance.

-Have you gone swimming yet?
-No.

But someone told me to be careful:
the sea can be dangerous on this beach.

-There are a lot of currents.
-Really?

-But it looks so calm.
-Yes.

Have you been seeing anyone since…

-your boyfriend?
-No, I'm not in the mood yet.

How long have you been with Valérie?

Four years.

Are you married?

Why are you asking?

I don't know. No reason.

No.

We're thinking about it.

Should we swim?

All right.

Subtitle translation by: Britta Boyle