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THE TRUTH

I already answered that question.

Read my interview in Libération.

It's lukewarm.

So, next question...

What now?

When you get to heaven
what would you like...

For God to tell me?

Last question on Inside Actors Studio.

Exactly.

So why are you asking it now?

It was meant to be my last one.

What was your favourite role?

Hélène, in Another Day.

For which you won your second César.

The widow who hides the German soldier.

For me, it's your best role.

I'll never forget when you leave the city
under a hail of stones.

Impassive and... determined.

When I read the script,

I said I'd sell my soul to the devil
to play that.

My soul, not my body.

- I'm not Edith Rosay.
- I see.

Don't write that.

Why not?

- She's dead anyway.
- No, alive.

Le Figaro interviewed her last month.

Really?

I'm sure I attended her funeral.

You're confusing her with...

Oh, yes!
And I thought she was alive!

Doesn't he look like that actor...?

Yes.

That English actor, Sir something.

From Murder on the Orient Express.

You mean Sir John Gielgud.

But less distinguished.

But considerate.
Too considerate, even.

What actress imparted to you
the most of her DNA?

I never wondered that.

I've always been myself.

Now the opposite.

To what actress have you imparted
some of your DNA?

In France, not really anyone.

- Well?
- I don't much remember.

Well, I mean that's...
you were just a baby.

- Can you, daddy?
- No, I've never been here before.

I was...
was shooting last time you guys came.

The house looks like...

- ... a castle
- Aah! It does.

Yes, even though there's a prison
just behind it.

A turtle! A turtle!

- Dad, look!
- Well, he's name's Pierre.

- He's a granddad.

Hey, we're not scary, pal!
There he goes.

And what does he eat?

- Lettuce.
- Lettuce?

He eats lettuce.

You have guests.
I'll leave you.

It's nothing.
My daughter and her little family.

Here to congratulate me for my book.

She lives in the States.
She's a scriptwriter.

And she married that actor?

"Actor" is saying a lot.

Anyway...

So tell me about

the film you're shooting now,
Memories of my Mother.

It won't be a great film.

Charlotte, how you've grown!

Do you remember me?

That's no surprise.

You like Italian food?

Like what?

Pizza!

I'll make you some.

Come settle in.

Come, come Charlotte.

We'll play with him after.

See you soon.

Toto.

- Sorry for this mess.
- No worries.

Yeah, well she had a maid...
but, she quit last month.

- Too bad, she was a good woman.
- Why did she quit?

Oh! Probably because she is a good woman.

Hey, Charlotte.

- You gonna sleep in my old bedroom, okay?
- Yeah!

Yeah! So...

You want some help with the bags?

- You want?
- No thanks.

- Okay!
- I'm not a baby anymore.

At the very top of the stairs...

... go on the right and then straight!

- Okay.
- Okay?

At the very top...

... right and..

... and...

... straight!

So, Grandma...

...Mummy...

...and Jacques,

who makes the pizzas.

Haven't seen you since the wedding.

Welcome, Hank.
Is your first visit here.

Yeah, last time ...
last time I was on a shooting, so...

Oh... It doesn't matter.

It's not so much fun to visit
your wife's house.

Well, this is a beautiful home.

Yes, well...

- ... even though there is a prison just behind it.
- Yeah, right!

- Beer?
- Water, please.

We saw your poster at the airport,
the one where you do that.

When is it from?

My publisher chose it without asking.

But since he mentioned 100,000 copies...

100,000 copies?

- That's huge!
- That's huge, imagine that!

It's lukewarm.

I don't know if you remember.

You may have forgotten,
but you promised...

What?

So Jacques has recently become
a specialist in Italian cuisine.

- No, stop.
- You stop!

He acts like a big chef.

- How many Michelin stars?
- Four.

You promised I could read it first.

- Remember?
- What?

- Me?
- Your book.

I sent you the manuscript
to the States.

- You must have missed it.
- You don't want me to read it.

It's wild. You're so suspicious!

Even as a kid, you were.

Still the case?

Tiramisu again?

We can't change desserts?

Am I expecting guests?

Tiramisu, tiramisu...

Welcome!

Look, Toto! Look!

You have a close-up too!

A professional photographer
makes all the difference.

And we made the deadline.

- 100,000 copies isn't too much?
- 50,000.

You're so vain.
It's unbelievable.

There are pictures.

Look, Mummy.

That's The Witch of Vincennes Forest.

I'd walk down the street
and kids would run away, terrified.

I bet they still do.

You didn't kiss me.

I don't bite.
You don't recognise me?

Yes, by your smell.

Can someone get wine
from the cellar?

- He wants some... He wants some wine.
- Some wine! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- Can I come?
- Yes, yes.

Red or white?

Don't slip on the stairs.

You coming, Mummy?

I hate the cellar.
Grandma used to lock me in it.

You deserved it.
You ruined my sofa.

Except you forgot...

You went out for hours, for a drink.

No, I was shooting!

I thought I'd told Luc to let you out.

Oh, really?

You had the same book as a kid?

I loved it.

That's why I bought it for you.

Really?

Shall I read it to you?

When I'm done,
go back to your bed.

"Once upon a time, there was a witch
who lived in the Vincennes Forest.

"She was a beautiful witch,

"but her heart was as hard as stone.

"When things didn't go her way,

"she turned human beings into animals."

Was Grandma really a witch?

Yes, some people used to call her that.

What are you looking at?

Pretending to be a witch?

Was she nice or mean?

That's a good question.

- What do you think?
- Mean!

Take it easy.

Yes. I know.

What about that script?

It's not a huge budget,
but the director is a big fan.

Did you see the DVD I gave you?

It made me dizzy.

Moving his camera like this...

Does a camera stand cost that much?

It's a style.

There's no poetry.

- Nowhere.
- Poetry.

Poetry is necessary in film.

Whether it's about violence
or the daily grind.

Yes, you're right.

I don't really have to act
in a film like that.

Christelle Marineau
would be perfectly realistic.

- What? She's dead?
- No, she's still alive.

You sure?

How is the shoot going?

- It's not a big role.
- Manon Lenoir.

The lead.
She has a great reputation.

Nothing to write home about.

She's not that exceptional.

Girls like her
used to be a dime a dozen.

Why are you laughing?

No reason.

I had too much lasagne.

Want to try?

You're a good brusher!

You brush Mummy's hair?

She says she prefers to do it alone.

Yes, she was...

...she was already that way as a child.

Do you really have magical powers?

Magical powers? Why?

Because my friend Rose at school
isn't very nice to me.

Really? What does she say?

That's very mean.

Can you turn her into an animal?

Come look at something
in the garden.

See that turtle?

So?

- It's Pierre.
- Yes, Papy Pierre.

He used to be a man.

He was mean
so I turned him into a turtle.

What shall I turn your friend into?

A turtle?

A toad?

- A lizard with lots of colours.
- That's very pretty.

- Or a slug with lots of colours.
- Less pretty.

All right.

You didn't have any wine yesterday.

No, I...

... I quit.

Out of superstition?

Or maybe you're waiting
for leading role?

Maybe, yeah...
No...

- It's good to have dreams in life...
- Yeah.

Sometimes it's easier to not have any...

Have you seen Mum?

- She was in her room.
- Well, she left.

- Maybe try the Chinese restaurant.
- Could be.

This early?

She goes there alone a lot now.

Move, Toto!

Mum?

What is this? Mum?

Who are you kidding?

I can't find any truth in here.

"Waiting for my daughter at school

"and seeing her run toward me
filled me with joy.

"Lumir always ran out first.
We'd walk home hand in hand.

"She'd tell me about her day."

This never happened, not once!

Only Dad and Luc
picked me up at school.

I'm learning my lines,
not out for a stroll.

No way. You used Post-its?

What are you, researching me?
Preparing an exam?

A Fabienne exam?
First year? Second?

Nonsense.

I'm an actress.
I won't tell the naked truth.

It's far from interesting.

You'd have preferred
nicer stuff about you.

This isn't about me.

Why don't you mention Sarah
one single time?

My memories. My book.

I can pick and choose, can't I?

I bet you feel guilty.

Why would I feel guilty about Sarah?

Don't you know?

What a pain!
Takes herself way too seriously.

Who does she get it from?

Sarah is always on her mind.

Always, for 40 years now...

So why does she...?

The film she's shooting now,

she's doing it only
because Manon Lenoir has the lead.

Manon Lenoir?

A rising young star.

People says
she's the next Sarah Mondavan.

I didn't know.

They're doing a reading today
at the Epinay studios.

Why not come along?

To Epinay?

It's a science-fiction film.

Fabienne plays Manon's daughter.

Memories of my Mother.

Manon Lenoir and Fabienne Dange ville
in the next Hadriel Kluzynski

How's New York?

I don't know... how so?

Forget it.
I'm not really interested.

I just can't stand this silence.

I like it.

Here we are.
Fortunately the traffic was good.

It must be 30 years.

When were you here last?
On Temptation at Dawn.

I came here with Sarah, not you.

On Behind Those Eyes.

What a flop that was!

How strange.
I remember it bigger.

It hasn't changed.

You've grown.

Goes to show,
memory can't be trusted.

Positions and action!

Take your time.
You're in the dark at first.

All set with Manon?

Shut off the lights.

Start rolling.

Rolling!

15/1, take 1.

Slate.

Set.

Action!

- Welcome home!
- Welcome home, Mummy!

Happy birthday, Amy.

Thank you, Mummy.

How you've grown!

She's already ten, imagine!

You're beautiful.

Why not show Mum?

Yeah, I'll go.

Aren't I pretty, Mum?

Not too little girly for you?

I must leave tomorrow morning.

Look, Mummy. Look how pretty.

Oh yes, how luminous.

What would you like to do?

To play guitar.
Daddy says I'm too little, but...

Really?

But I like guitar.

Show me how you'd play.

Cut!

We cut.

Position one. We'll shoot again.

See? The mother comes back
after seven years.

- Seven years.
- Why?

Because she decided to live in space.

In the story, she's very sick.

Really?

On Earth
she only had two years to live.

To escape death,
she decided to live in space.

Because in space,
you don't grow old.

- Really?
- Nope.

- Do you know her?
- No.

She's my grandma.

Let me learn my lines!

No fun at all.

How long have you done this?

Oh, it's been ages...

I can't remember.

Me too.

You're an actress too?

In Hollywood.

- Really?
- Yes.

Try not to get dirty.

- Manon? Fabienne is waiting.
- Coming.

Damn! Damn, damn, damn...

Wait!

Lose your hat?

- Thanks.
- Don't mention it.

Sorry about the other day.
I didn't mean to bother.

"Humanitarian" isn't really my thing.

Too bad. If you came once,
it would give us a boost.

I don't even have time for my dog.

Sorry, we're ten minutes late.

OK.

What did I tell you?

What role are you playing?

I play Amy at 38.

Thanks for showing mercy.

Me at 38, you at 73.

We have different colour eyes.

The director said he'd fix it
with visual effects.

So I'll play Amy at 38.
Visual effects and bingo!

And you think I can play Amy at 17?

I don't think so.

Here they come.

The nerve of her to make us wait.

Once I wore coloured contact lenses
for a film.

And?

My eyes dried out.
I couldn't stop crying.

It would suit the role.

- Sorry we're late.
- No worries.

Shooting useless footage, no doubt.

Stop badmouthing me.

Oh, you're the director?

No one remembers my face.

You remind me of that director...

I saw your last film.
I hear it's a hit.

Thank you.
I had wonderful partners.

How much did you lose
for the finale?

12 pounds.

What a question!

I'd never have been able to.

Thanks for the other day.

My pleasure.
I understand. I have a cat.

Mum!

It's starting.

- Don't call me "Mum".
- What then?

- Fabienne.
- Fabi...

We can start the read-through.

Let's go.

So... scene 42.

Amy is now 38.

She and her mother
watch her children playing in the park.

I'd never have met Scott.

We split up three years ago.

He lives out west now.

How long were you together?

Six years, I think.

Too bad.

Scott was a good-for-nothing.

Dad was right.

How did your father pass?

At peace?

Can I add a line here?
For the kids.

Of course.

Try not to get dirty.

How did your father die?

At peace?

Yes.

He left very peacefully.

This is where Amy cries.

I'll try my best.

If not, we'll break it down
and use drops.

Yes... sorry.

Scene 64 now?

From the bedroom window,

we hear Amy's grandchildren playing.

Amy's mother watches from the window.

Amy is now 73.

Leaving me alone again, Mum?

You're leaving me alone again, Mum?

We may not meet again.

Of course we will.

You'll be in good shape at 80.

Life holds no surprises for me.

Don't say that.

Only I grow old.

You're still so young.

I had no choice.

But I've never stopped
thinking about you.

Wherever I am.

Please don't go without me.

I'm so lonely when you're not here.

Great.

I don't find it very clear.

I don't understand when...

Why don't you learn your lines first?

I would if the script were better.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So why accept the role?

I was told I slept all the time
and barely spoke.

And now that I'm doing the role,
they add scenes.

It's a total scam, isn't it?

I think it's to be nice.

If your fans heard you,
they'd be so disappointed.

I almost shot with Hitchcock.
The lead role.

Really?

Unfortunately he died beforehand.

I'd love to have seen that.

You'd be dead, murdered...

So how did you find Manon Lenoir?

She's young, but seems to be talented.

- See how she stood up?
- You're so naive.

Just one look
and you know she planned that.

Doesn't she look like Sarah Mondavan?

- What do you think?
- Not at all.

I have to say...

Sarah was more animalistic...

- A lot freer.
- That's it.

For once we think alike.

Sarah must be turning in her grave
over the comparison.

Maybe they have the same voice.

Think so?

A hoarse voice, very...

Sarah ruined her voice on purpose,
smoking...

- I loved her voice.
- Drinking...

You're leaving?

Isn't this a bit sudden?

Now that your memoires are out,
the time is right.

My son and his wife
built a house in Normandy.

I'll go help out with my grandchildren.

Sounds nice.

Easy on the liquor.

Nonsense.
I can play this role dead-drunk.

You're not young anymore.

Tomorrow's call sheet...

I'll leave it with Lumir.

Did you said "grandchildren"?

Yes... Why?

So you have several?

I have six grandchildren.

In order: girl, girl,

boy, boy, boy and a girl.

The eldest, whom you once met,
is already in high school.

My son will pick up my things later.

Wait.

Why are you doing this?

Not one line about me
in her memoires.

It's as if she denied my existence.

I understand,
but you can't abandon her now.

She can't get by without you.

Me?

- You make a good team.
- Out of the question.

And I head back to New York
on Sunday.

Wait until the end of the shoot.

Here. I'm leaving now.

It's the car. Lumir, we're late.
I've been telling you.

What's going on?

Dad, what are you doing here?

- Hello, child.
- The back door?

Lumir?!

Eh... That's my father!

Too many questions.
May I come in?

Yes. Bad timing though.

Why? She has a new boyfriend?

It doesn't bother me anymore.

Hello.
Thanks for tending to Fabienne.

No, he's with me.

Yeah. I'm, I'm Hank,
I'm Lumir's husband.

I was wondering...
That was going too far.

You're a mess.

So why did you come?

And you?

I came to celebrate
the release of her book.

Really?
You came from New York just for that?

How about you?

Same thing.
I came to congratulate her.

There you are! Come.

- Who's he?
- Your grandfather.

- What's your name?
- Charlotte.

I'm Pierre.
I'm your mummy's father.

Pierre?

How do you get by now, Dad?

I knew it. You need money.

She can pay me
for exposing my private life.

What?

There's not much about me, right?

It's just that...
the book says you're dead, Dad.

- Dead?
- You can look if you want to.

Dead dead?

Got my teapot?

Hurry!
Remember, you're filling in for Luc.

It slipped my mind.

I forgot something,
the little triangle...

Pierre!

- Hurry!
- I'm coming!

- Got the thing with the dog?
- This?

- Yes.
- What's it for?

Mum, Pierre disappeared!

Pierre disappeared!

He'll be back. We have to run.

- What are you plotting?
- It's for Anna.

Pierre?

Hello, Amy.

Prettier and prettier.

She can't just pop up
every seven years!

Come on, Amy.

She's always like that now.

Got a boyfriend these days?

I wish my mother had asked me that.

So, got a boyfriend?

I like this smell.

Your smell, Mum.

Welcome home, Mum.

Thank you, Amy.

How old was your mother
when she died?

29. I was seven.

You were never sad,
or jealous of other girls?

What are you saying?
Because of the book?

Yeah.

You never came to see
the show that...

...the play I acted in middle school.

Don't remember?

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

You'd remember The Wizard of Oz.

You weren't Dorothy, right?

The scarecrow?

But the person
who came to my performances

and helped me when I was heartbroken
was Sarah.

Yes, maybe.

Isn't a little neglect better
than being a helicopter mum?

You too,

you spent time in a space ship.

Do I look that young?

That's not what I meant.

You realise only now
I never wanted to live on Earth.

Here, for you.

I have the same one.

Something wrong?

My dog died. I just buried him.

But I spoke to Manon
and I feel better.

Careful, never trust a cat lover.

Take her as an example.

Her ambition knows no bounds.

At least you didn't lose your appetite.

You never wanted to act?

No, it was never ever my thing.

OK.

And I guess...

...you wish your mother
had been there more,

- like Amy in the film.
- I wouldn't say that.

So why don't you let your mother
touch your hair?

My mother told you that?

She says even as a child,
you always managed alone.

It seems to make her sad.

Cut! No...

Help us to understand
that "He died peacefully"

is a lie.

Give her the line.

How did your father die?

At peace?

Yes, he died very peacefully.

- No good?
- It's not easy.

Hadriel,
what if she plays with her hair?

She could repeat Amy's gesture
from when she was 17.

Very good idea.
Let's check on the monitor.

How did she do it?

She takes a lock from underneath

and spins it around.

I'd have come up with that too.

He died very peacefully.

Before coming, I visited his tomb.

Daddy's tomb?

It must be dirty.

I haven't been in ages.

Cut!

We've cut, thanks.

All I had to do
was think of my dog.

They're constantly improvising.

The result's not bad.

That's what you get
for opening up.

Look who's talking.

You open up too.

Me? To whom?

To Manon.
You spoke to her about me.

I don't remember.
What did she tell you?

If you don't remember, drop it.

We find us a brand new recipe...

I'm gonna throw my date-book over the fence...

And find me one...

Ouch... My hands!

There.
Here we go.

- Can I do it a little bit?
- No, you don't have to.

- Oh yeah. Easier.
- Right?

I'm going to put it here.

- You know the traitor.
- Gas... Gaspard.

- I don't like him.
- Gaspard's the traitor.You don't like him?

I don't like him either.
He gives me a bad feeling.

My first.
I hope it's a success.

I helped to make it, Mummy.

Jacques, is there any salad left?

Don't you think
he's still turtle-like?

You forgave him?

Just for today.

Stan, your character,
gets shot in the head.

It's highly likely that he dies.

- Your character was shot in the head...
- No, he didn't.

- And he will ...
- No, he didn't say it...

- ... not survive!
- You didn't think I was shot in the head?

- That's what he's saying!
- No. No. No.

- I was shot in the shoulder.
- In the shoulder?

Yeah, not in the head.
The blood it went boom and then...

No, it is very clear.
I can't believe that.

Your wife married again before you get out.

I don't know, they don't show me the script.

I promise, I would tell you if I knew,
but I don't know.

- They don't tell me anything.
- Never.

He gets better offers now.

Bring her a cushion.

They're offering you many other parts.

Oh yeah! It's the first time I've ever gotten
offered a part...

--- without having the audiction, you know?
So that's kind of a big deal for me...

... I'm finally starting to make it as an actor.

An actor...

I think it's great
that you gave up drinking

to start getting lead roles.

Oh, no, no...

Don't worry.
You have time until your first lead.

Mum...

You really are lucky.

Actors today can be in anything.

Even in series on the internet.

Nowadays anyone can be an actor.

Have you ever seen his series?

I watched it on YouTube.
You kept insisting.

It's an imitation.

As far as imitations go,
I prefer those of Pierre.

"Paris, martyrized.

"But Paris, freed!"

Is it an imitation?

Acting is more than that.

What matters most is personality.

Presence.

The role of Hélène,
for which you won a César...

What about it?

In fact, Sarah was meant to play it.

You stole it
by sleeping with the director.

You didn't see it?

Fabienne was really spectacular.

What? You were an assistant.

She was ...

Read that on Wikipedia?

Everyone knows.

Sarah was preparing for the role,

and if you hadn't stolen it,

she'd probably have won
the César instead.

It's true you were particularly cruel.

You knew full well
you'd never attain Sarah's level,

so you destroyed
her private life.

Are you with me or against me?

You make it sound like I killed her.

Didn't you?

Even if I slept with the director,
what does it change?

A less talented actress
may have done the same thing,

but she'd have disappeared.

But I'm here.
That's what matters.

Charlotte!
Why don't you head to bed, hein?

You've been great tonight, honey.

Goodnight.

I saw you and Sarah fighting.

She was crying.

The night before.
She was sobbing on the sofa.

We fought a lot.

We were so close, we could.

That night she was different,
as if she were on the verge of death.

I could feel it.

That wasn't it at all.

We'd planned to go the sea
the next day and...

I had to cancel at the last minute.

- The sea?
- Yes, the sea. To Deauville.

I don't remember.

If she was so sad,
you should have taken her.

I should have.

It was an accident.

She was drunk.

She wanted to go swimming.

Even if... even if it's my fault,

had she been a great actress,
she'd have channelled heartache into art.

Not everyone is as strong as you.

No harm in being strong.

Sarah was kind.

It's her kindness I liked.

Shame you weren't her daughter.

Yes, it really is a shame.

I'll never forgive you
for what you did.

- Lumir...
- Stay out of this, please. Mind your business.

But who are you
to decide you won't forgive me?

Only Sarah can decide that.

Oh, shit, he drank.

I was a bad mother, a bad friend,
but so what?

I prefer to have been a bad mother,
a bad friend and good actress.

You may not forgive me,
but the public does.

Why am I telling you this?

You can't understand what actors feel.

Are you going back to New York?

To the bathroom.

Careful on the sofa.

How can you put up
with a woman like her?

Hats off to you.

Save your energy for your acting.

It's not a job you do halfway.

The daily grind doesn't matter.

You know what I think?

When actresses start getting involved
in charity and politics...

Yes.

...they've lost,
vis-à-vis the profession.

They've lost the battle on screen,
so they dive into reality.

They pretend to fight against reality.

Understand?
It's not the contrary.

I've always won that battle.

That's why I can withstand solitude.

Yes and then...

we need to switch scene 47...

and at the 74rd scene.

That will make the lover character
scarier, I think.

Thank you very much for that conversation.
It was...

... most enlightning.
Mercy beaucoup.

Do you really intend to come tomorrow?

- Why else would I come to Paris
- Fine.

- We leave at 11.
- Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

Jesus...

Your mother didn't kiss me...

Not here...
Not here.

But here. Right here.

How many glasses did you have?

How many in a bottle?

Why did you tell them you were quitting drinking
until you lead a leading role?

I... I never said that, I...

- Please don't start drinking again.
- I didn't, that's not what I said. I said I'm not.

- I'm so sorry. I... No, you don't have...
- Are we gonna go back to the same nightmare?

I'm sick of lying to Charlotte and
telling her you're away on a shooting.

- I know. I'm sorry! I know.
- Stop.

- Done.
- What did you talk about for two hours?

You don't even speak French.

I bet all she did was brag.

She seemed sad to me, actually.

- Really?
- Yeah, she did.

Very sad.

I didn't know you'd come here
just to see my mother act.

You didn't?
Well, I'm a big fan. I'm a really big fan.

You know you can go instead of me,
with all her tea making it.

Yeah. You know I don't like tea.
You know...

Why did you bring me here? Hein?

Why?

Well, If you really wanna do this talk
about her book, why did you bring me here?

Well, because last time I came,
you were in rehab, if you remember...

I know, but I think that you wanted
to make her jealous.

Show her our happy family.
But that's not gonna be good jealous.

You're not gonna beat her with that.

And you're not gonna beat her with...

a second rate American TV actor.

I'm gonna have a little nap, okay?

I'll be right here if you need me.

Did you pee?

I'm going to pee too, later.

What are you doing?

Repair work.

Is that Mummy's?

I'm the one who gave it to her
when she was little.

In honour of her performance
in The Wizard of Oz.

She was Dorothy?

The Lion.

I don't like the Lion! What a wimp!

Still, your mother was an excellent Lion!

Is she a wimp too?

Yes, no...

She understood
what the Lion felt very well.

"Don't scare me!"

Pierre!

What's going on?

I hear Lumir's voice
down in the garden.

It's Charlotte.

Good morning!

Did you use your magical powers?

My magical powers?

Papy Pierre disappeared.

He asked to become a turtle again.

OK then.

Pierre left?

Last night.

He could have slept over.

No need.

You've got some nerve
calling the turtle Pierre.

It's not me. It's Lumir.

Probably to punish me
for kicking her father out.

Don't you think she was sad?

I don't have much time left.

I see. I'll stay, I promise.

A re you happy
to have been my daughter?

Yes, I'm happy
to have been your daughter.

The end.

What a voice.

His main quality.

This tea is burning hot!

I burnt myself. Look, here.

No hot drinks... I'm like a cat.

I forgot. You hate cats.

You're mad!
Serve that in a café and you get sued!

Don't add water!
You'll spoil the taste!

You didn't have to come.

She's saying you didn't have to come.

Oh no! A promise is a promise.

Why bother coming to Paris, otherwise?

She really said that?

He prefers this
to keeping Jacques company.

Supposedly Michèle Morgan
lived in that apartment.

Ever notice
the initials of all good actresses

are both the same?

Danielle Darrieux, DD.

Simone Signoret.

She was so stunning, young.

Greta Garbo.

Anouk Aimée too.

Brigitte Bardot too.

Oh! Right!

Whatever...

64/2. Take 2.

Set.

Action!

Happy birthday, Grandmother.

Happy birthday, Grandma...

It's Grandma.

You're leaving me alone again, Mum.

Please don't go.

I'm so lonely when you're not here.

- Cut!
- We cut, thanks.

If I act it like this,
we don't know who's the mother.

- Can we do it again?
- Sure.

But I never stop thinking about you.

Wherever I am.

A mobile phone rang!

Phones off before shooting!

You'll still be in good shape at 80.

No.

Life holds no more surprises.

Can you get out of my eye-line?

You're not playing my grandson?
No, so...

It wasn't for you.

I had no choice,
but I never stopped thinking about you.

Shit, that's the mother's line!

Cut!

What advice can I give her?

- Nothing, you don't have to say anything.
- Yes but... I told you.

Don't! Trust me.
Sometimes you just need...

- Camera!
- Camera...

Rolling.

64/2. Take 8.

Set.

Action!

Are you leaving me alone again, Mum?

We may not meet again.

Yes.

You'll still be in good shape at 80.

Life holds no surprises for me.

Don't say that.

You stay young
and I keep getting older.

I had no choice.

I've never stopped thinking about you.

Wherever I am.

Please, don't leave without me.

I'm so lonely when you're not here.

Cut!

Sorry, one more.

One more? Why?

It has to be... it was great...
tighter, actually.

If you could do it 20% shorter.

Are we shooting a commercial?

How discouraging.

Some water?

No, thanks.

- Do you feel sorry for grandma?
- No. She was cool.

Yes, she was cool, that's for sure.

I want to see you act.

- Do you wanna see me act?
- Yeah!

- Really?
- Yeah!

That's nice.

Yeah, you should come sometime.
Anytime you want!

- If I don't have school.
- If you don't have school, exactly.

- If mommy let me go.
- Yeah...

When you were acting earlier,

did you remember something?

- A memory, perhaps?
- Like what?

A memory of your mother, for example?

My mother... total blackout.

You look close in the photos.

You can't trust memory,
even for acting.

Memories come and go.

When you arrived at the studio,
you found it much smaller.

Got any ice?

Don't be such a princess.

What do I do with Luc?

An apology
would be a good start, right?

But...

...I've never apologised to a man.

You cheated on them all
but never apologised, not once?

- An actress never...
- Weren't you tired?

You're bouncing back.

Can you write something for me?

What?

A text I can use to apologise to Luc.

Now I've heard it all.

Yes, I'll interpret your text
word for word.

I don't know.
I need to think it over.

I'm not sure.

"She knows I smoke. Please!

"She calls me Mum
in front of everyone.

"Can you imagine?

"No, she doesn't even get it.

"I was so embarrassed.

"The worst is that
she can't even make tea.

"Tea, yes, tea."

- Do you want to go to bed?
- No, I like listening to you.

What are you working on?

I'm writing something for my mother.

Fabienne's theme.

"I swear...

"I swear, it's so hot...

"I scalded my...

"I'm lucky to have a husband."

I'm lucky to have found my husband.

Take better care of your entourage.

Maybe by saying,

"I accepted this role for you"

or "I've gotten by thanks to you.

"Up till now."

Time to learn modesty.

I know that too.

I know all this. I'm not stupid.

In that case...

One thing: your biggest flaw as a man
is to dump this stuff

onto the main person concerned.

Insensitive good intentions
are the most hurtful.

My vicious tongue
is harmless in comparison.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Your only quality
is to apologise like that.

You're exaggerating.
I have others.

Can I ask you a question?

Am I washed up as an actress?

Don't answer.
You may say the truth.

It scares me too much.

What was your dessert last night?

A cassata.

Who gave you the recipe?

My mother, way back when.

It doesn't matter who.

I think I prefer your tiramisu.

It's not bad at all.

That makes two qualities.

You can say that.

Two qualities is more
than you need to live.

You're not playful.

Here.

You first.

Let's have a drink, two drinks...

Here's to you!

You kept saying
you'd be there in three minutes.

We stood outside for 15 minutes.

Honestly, we'll end up sick as dogs!

With the strikes, there's traffic.

Your job is to anticipate strikes.
That's why they give notice.

Unbelievable.

Does he apologise? Not at all.

Stop complaining.
Will you be OK?

- How so?
- Will you remember everything?

Samuel, Lillian, Sebastien...

No, Charles! And who else?

- Françoise!
- Good.

Should I reduce your text?

Reduce the number of children.

Let's make this paper turn into
a wild hand.

- It's moving!
- Right. It's cool. Don't touch it! Are you nuts?

- Is it moving?
- What do you mean 'is it moving'? It's alive!

- Can you touch with baby finger?
- Yes! Don't touch it. Are you nuts?

- Oh yeah! Are you kidding?
- It's cause you're right.

How is the shoot going?

She won't learn her lines.

And she's petty with Manon.

Your fault.
You gave into her for 40 years.

She wasn't like that before.

She was always like that.

When she was young,
you can't imagine how she shined.

Far more than Sarah Mondavan.

I preferred Sarah's acting.

You loved to act your mother's scenes
after a day at the studio.

Really?

I don't remember that.

You can't trust memory.

Isn't it a little too soon to retire?

70 years old today
is like 50 yesterday.

I wouldn't say that.

I'm not sick,

but my sense of taste
isn't what it used to be.

Even after giving up smoking.

Stop it, Sebastien.

I mean, Lillian, no...

- No, Samuel.
- Charles.

I know you're Charles.

When do you do your scene?

- Not yet.
- Yes, but when?

It's a question of timing.

Modernising isn't always enough.

The prices went up 20%.

Disgraceful.

They opened a new one
in the Marais.

Run by the chef's daughter-in-law.

I understand better.

It's Fabienne Dangeville!

You wanted to talk?

Lumir wants you to come back.

She can't even make a cup of tea.

To think she's a mother. Honestly...

When I said it was too hot,
she poured water into it.

You used to scold me
for the same mistakes.

She says she was meant
to be an actress.

It must be hard
living in my shadow.

She's persuaded that she...
managed to escape me.

Did Lumir write that too?

No, that's me.

I don't think she's aware
that she left to escape me.

- I wonder where she is, I hope it all goes well.
- Yeah...

Anyway, I enjoyed doing it.

Yeah? Maybe she's writing
something real for you, you know?

A play or screenplay.

- And you could be in it too!
- Yeah? Who would I play?

- A lover, maybe!
- No! Oh no!

Yeah!

- No, no, no.
- But it wouldn't work out.

Why not?

Because then she would turn you
in an animal!

- What kind of animal?
- A pig!

A pig?

- An eagle.
- An eagle?

Sorry!

What else could it be?

- Yeah, an eagle is good!
- Yeah, an eagle is good?

An eagle!

Higher!
Higher!

Fly!

Mum?

What's wrong?

The text disappeared.
There's nothing.

You must have hit the wrong button.

I'll be right there.

Mum?

Is the car here?

It'll be five minutes late.

My stomach hurts.

You drank too much last night.

Because I was having fun.

- I wasn't plastered.
- Glad to hear it.

Wait.

- It'll do you good.
- Stop. That hurts!

Wait. Try to relax.

Your hair is long.

You're a clumsy oaf.
I'll manage alone.

Ah! I'm stuck here.
I'm stuck here.

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Boom!

Did you do it often yesterday?

- What?
- Twice?

Three times?
No, you're too old for that.

What's got into you?

Go!

I got you!

Is he a good lover?

Let's just say,
he's a better lover than actor.

Jacques is a better cook than lover.

Start it up.

Where are we going?

We're going... out for crepes.

Do you know the Crêperie Plougastel?

Yes.
Sometimes I take my daughter there.

OK, let's go.

What are you doing?
We're shooting!

Open up!

Stop!

I can't do it.
I can't act anymore.

It's because of that girl.
She's so... petty.

That's not true.

See her walk up the stairs?

Slowly, holding onto the rail.
Imitating me!

It's her way
to prepare for the role.

Come on, we really have to go back.

She's on the phone.
She's coming.

Mum!
You love yourself or you love film?

I love the films I'm in.

That's not what I meant.

For once, admit defeat
and let the film win.

I can't lose to that girl.

Fleeing is worse!

Like how you wouldn't act with Sarah.

So keep on running away!

Wimp!

She calls me a wimp?
No more kid gloves!

Yes, it was blunt.

I'd have liked a crepe.

They have good whipped cream.

Come on!

Sometimes I see her.

- Who?
- Sarah.

I used to think she was telling me
she could act better than me.

And now?

Now if she were watching,
I'd act a lot better.

Is she here today?

I don't know.

Take her place here
and watch me.

All right.

Let me put you in the chair.

- This is a chair?
- We found it in Finland.

Is it worth it?

It's angular
but supposedly comfortable.

You'll tell us.

Is it blocked?

Focus ready?

You have beautiful eyes.

Doe eyes.

Thank you.

Get them from your mother?

My father, I think.

So you can thank him.

Camera!

Camera, quiet please.

Rolling.

70/4. Take 1.

Set.

Action.

Cigarette.

You acted very well.

I was floored.

I wanted to thank you.

Thank you!

The scene was wonderful.

Thanks to Fabienne.

I could have experienced it with Sarah
if we'd acted together.

I wish I'd seen that.

Me too. Too bad.

Too late now.

- See you there?
- Perfect.

When does it start?

The party? Seven o'clock.

We have a little time.

It should suit her.

Sarah was thin like her.

I remember that dress.

It was her favourite.

She often wore it for interviews.

It suits you perfectly.

Thanks.

It's a gift.

- You agree?
- Sure. Take it.

I can't. It's too much.

Come now.

And you have exactly the same voice.

It's true.

It struck me
the first time I heard you.

I've heard that often.

It's not just the voice.

There's more.

Yes, but I can't put my finger on it.

What kind of actress was she?

An exceptional one.

She still imparts her DNA.

Honestly it's a weight being considered
the new Sarah.

A weight?

As if she were still here.

She's the one people see.

You're also battling her ghost.

I'll soon be playing Hélène
in Another Day.

Really?

That I want to see.

That's why I asked you two
all those questions.

Sorry.

Why not try to become
the new Fabienne?

No!

Too much for my small shoulders.

I think I'll skip the party.

I advise against it.

Lead actors who skip parties
are not appreciated.

I want this moment to last.

- Shooting tomorrow?
- I'm off.

Can I call you a cab?

I feel like walking by myself.

Good evening.

Bye.

I don't remember hearing the subway.

Yes.

In the summer, it's muffled,
but once the leaves fall

you hear it till late.

It's not bad.

Right?

It's repaired.

Your husband fixed it.

No, no, he breaks everything.

Stop exaggerating.

Hank is too good for you.

That's a line I wrote for you!

Dad fixed it.

That's possible.

He's good with his hands.

That was his only quality.

His only one. Come on...

He loved seeing you on stage.

It's normal for a father
to be proud of his daughter.

I was there too.

- Where?
- In the audience, at your play.

No. When?

With your father,
for the famous performance of...

The Wizard of Oz?

I didn't think
you wanted me to see you.

You'd have asked my opinion,
and since I can't lie...

And so?

You were lousy.

You bet I was!

All right. For Dorothy, I'll do it.

But I have one favour to ask.

What is it?

Don't let me go!

You were cute.

I'm afraid. I don't want to go.

Remember The Witch?

The witch of Vincennes Forest?

Yes. I took that part for you.

Really? You never told me.

Remember how Sarah
read you the book?

That's why I wanted to do the film.

Really?

I was jealous of Sarah.
She stole my daughter.

Not a role. My daughter.

Are you serious?

You never realised it.

Why didn't you put that
in your book?

I don't know.

If there's a second edition,
I'll change that.

I'm counting on you.

I hope so.

Shall we go to bed?

Good night.

- Who?
- Good night, Mum.

Good night, child.

Wait... just a little.

You used your magical powers.

Why?

Because...

...I'm on the verge
of forgiving you.

You and I get by just fine.

Who needs magical powers?
We get each other.

I'm upset with myself.

Why?

For my acting, before.

With Manon?

Why didn't I play it like this?

Why didn't I think of it?

What a waste not to use these emotions
in the scene!

Mum...

"I'm happy to have been your daughter."

"I'm happy to have been your daughter."

"I'm happy to have been your daughter."

Done? Show me.

Beautiful work.
You're a genius.

Who helped you?

Daddy, just a little bit.

So what's your number-one wish.
To thank you, I'll fulfill it.

To be an actress.

I thought so.

- Can I?
- You'll be a very good actress.

Really?

Even without magical powers.

It's normal.
You're my granddaughter.

I want you to go on a space ship.

Why?

So you can see me
when I'm an actress.

I see.

I'll do that.

A space ship.

I want you to go in a space ship.

Why?

So you can see me
when I'm an actress.

So?

Did she buy it?

She seemed really glad.

I told you so.

But is it the truth or isn't it?

The press conference for The Truth
is at eleven.

I know.

- Not too much milk?
- No, not at all.

Charlotte?

Go on.

For you.

It was a farewell present.
Now it's a bonus.

Thanks.

Turn it around.

When I die, I'll ask have it
around my neck in my coffin.

I want one too.
Even if it's only silver.

Next time.

I have a favour to ask.

I'd like to reshoot a scene.

From Memories of my Mother?

Yes, I think I can do it better now.

I can do things that others can't.

You can pull it off... Sir.

You can pull it off, Sir.

Little parakeet!

She wants to reshoot yesterday's scene.

- Really?
- Something dawned on her.

That's Mum for you.

Will you accompany her?

Yes, why not?
We'll head back home after the shoot.

I'll call and see if it's possible.

Luc.

Admit it.

You never intended to leave.

Why?

Toto, watch the house!

Enjoy.

It'll be a feast tonight.

Remember that journalist the other day?

He never asked what I want to hear
at the Pearly Gates.

True.

What would you like to hear
at the Paris gate?

But I have my answer.

Can you reach him?

He'll be thrilled.

Can we know your answer?

No, it's a secret.

- She just don't wanna say it.
- What do you think it is?

I love Parisian winters.

Look how beautiful the sky is.