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Come on.

You're really immature.

Why stop for the light? There's no one here, coward.

Drive. I have to go to bed early because...

I'm getting up late tomorrow.

If there's a cop around, I'll lose my license. No, thanks.

There always are a lot of police in this neighbourhood.

Who wants to get a tan?

Let's go!

My perm, stupid!

Electric, guys! Did you see that?

I'm not cold.

Careful with the seats. They must be made from leather.

It's green, go.

WE WILL ALL MEET IN PARADISE

Push!

What's happening? -Push!

I am pushing.

Is something blocking it? -No, nothing.

There's nothing.

You just have to push it all the way. -I did!

I may not have a degree, but I can push.

Hurry, because it's getting...

He should hurry and stop being stupid!

Don't get a nervous breakdown now.

Turn the radio off.

Did he use the wrong lever?

Don't just look, help me! -You're crazy.

What should I do?

Pull the lever.

What's wrong? -Nothing.

I'm stuck in between!

Stop screaming. -Very funny.

I'm not screaming, my hands are stuck.

Go to the side. -You're unbelievable.

You're really unbelievable.

We didn't do anything.

And, besides, we're intellectuals.

How do you open the hood?

What do you need the hood for? We haven't broken down.

What a mess!

It's getting worse.

Hitchhiking at this hour... -Why do you want to hitchhike?

We're not going to leave the car behind.

You're wearing a tracksuit. You don't care.

You've got your jacket.

When cashmere gets wet, it pills.

Does it work when I do this? -No.

And now?

Shit, it sparks. -Shit!

Don't touch it if you don't know what you're doing.

Is it 20 km to our beautiful capital?

At least.

What?

One moment, it's noisy here.

Can you stop making all that noise?

That little cross is cute. Is it yours?

It's beautiful.

I have to talk to my fianc�e, because I'm not the director.

Wait a moment.

Can you talk to this idiot?

Keep your hand on the phone when you talk like that.

Hello? Professor?

Here, sweethearts.

Yes, we'll deal with that..

Eat your bananas.

Is your mother not here?

She won't come anymore.

Eight of diamonds. -No, Bouly!

Stupid machine!

Everything alright, pudding heads? -Man!

Bouly!

Did you find my wallet?

Yes, on the bar. Come, I'll show you.

What?

Sorry, I won't look.

Hello, Madam.

Is this the shower that makes the noise?

Oh, excuse me.

Yes, this is it.

Hello, Etienne. -Hello, Daisy.

What are you waiting for? -Nothing.

No one.

I left my wallet on the bar.

I'll have to see what I can do.

I think we need a professional.

Don't worry. I won't look.

Did you see that?

Did you see it? -Daisy's patrolling here.

Daisy isn't Marie-Ange.

I have 3 kids, she has 4. It's not a debutante ball.

We're not married. It's... what's the word...

It's free love.

Free love?

Yes, we both do what we want. Especially me.

Because a woman is a mother first of all.

Attention.

Bouly! -What?

Here.

Did you look inside?

Are you crazy?

Why would I look in the wallet of a...

Even if it wasn't a friend.

I would have looked.

I looked.

Don't you understand it? -No.

Me neither.

It was yesterday morning. It was quiet in the city.

Are you already home from school?

My French teacher injured his knee.

Is mum home? -No she's wallpapering in Lucien's room.

Come, we have to hurry.

We have to hurry.

I hate to say it, but I still see folds.

Right, darling? -Yes, you're not brushing hard enough.

If you don't like my style, there's a solution...

You take this and I'll take the sofa.

He has a right to speak out as a tenant.

Whether we're young or not.

I took some money.

Why? -For physiotherapy.

Dad drops me off.

Hello, Lulu.

Don't call him Lulu.

Come, dad.

Hello, Lucien.

This is Josy, my girlfriend. -Hi.

Hurry up, dad. -Bye, Michelangelo.

Can you pass me my cigarettes? In my coat.

Come, dad!

What's going on? -Go, I'll be there.

What did you do?

Nothing at first.

With all these people around, I was... who do I put it?

I was taken by surprise...

by this unexpected situation.

Yes, but... What did you do?

I took my daughter...

our daughter to physiotherapy.

And?

And nothing. I was dispirited, self-absorbed.

I was listening to music in the car.

That's all.

Marthe!

She had to do something.

Could you check the blind? It's a pain.

Marthe! -She's at uni!

Didn't you even search the house?

No, I didn't.

What are you doing, dad? -Nothing, I'm cleaning up.

Great devices.

You click and you have a photo.

I only have one criticism, if I may.

The colour's not...

Could be caused by the flash.

Bye, daddy. -Bye, darling.

Bye, dad... godfather.

Bye, darling.

What did she say about the picture?

Nothing, because... I didn't show her.

Why not?

Maybe because I was afraid that she'd lie to me.

I told my loyal friend and tennis partner...

the truth combined with a few variations...

that one should allow a man...

who has been hurt badly by a woman.

I didn't want to confront Marthe with the scandalous photograph.

However, I'm not very good at being weak.

So I decided to solve the matter on my own.

Without giving Marthe the opportunity to interfere.

First, I set several traps for her.

Like everybody would have done in my position.

Hello, Marthe?

Who is this?

You know who it is.

Do you love me?

I think of my hands on your body.

Alright, but who's speaking?

I think of your mouth.

Bouly, stop this nonsense or I'll tell Etienne.

Bye, I have to work.

Come in, the key's in the door.

What's wrong? -When did you get my message?

I was at my mother's. What's wrong?

I don't know. We were playing tarot with people you don't know.

One guy had a nosebleed.

After a while I called you.

He's in your bed. -What? Yes.

I gave him a sleeping pill.

Did you play tarot or something else?

No, I'd tell you.

He's moving.

That's good, He's still alive.

There's nothing wrong with him. It's just an epistaxis.

That's a nosebleed. Harmless.

I'll give him a shot. His blood pressure's a bit high.

What's he saying?

I don't know.

I think he's Polish.

I have to look away. I can't handle needles.

It burns when I press here.

Do you have that when you hold your breath?

I don't know. I never do that.

First it was a cramp. And now since two days...

Do I look pale?

No, but you look like you're hot. -I am.

Are you feeling better? -Yes. Okay.

This doesn't feel good.

I'm seizing up again.

Don't worry, I'm off. I'm just recovering a bit.

Do you play the piano now?

Yes, well...

I'm just starting.

The neighbours left it behind.

I'm practicing a sonata by Greg.

His name's Grieg.

Tell me...

Have you heard from Etienne?

No, not since the car trouble.

You?

No.

Mum? -Yes.

Delphine spends the night at Pauline and Xavier's.

Who brought these flowers?

I don't know. I just got here.

Sir!

Is Delphine home?

Sir! Is Delphine home?

She still has my Eskimo jacket. Josy needs it.

Mr Bernie?

You're crazy. You shouldn't have done that.

Marthe Dorsay speaking. I know it was you.

Your flowers aren't as modest as you.

I said that your flowers aren't that modest.

Gone, damn.

Mr Dorsay!

Why don't you answer me?

What are you doing here? -Hello. I was talking to Lucien.

What do you want, Lucien?

What's up, pussycat?

Nothing. -Where are you going?

I'm fed up with these.

Lucien can hang them in his room.

Who were you talking to on the phone?

Don't you take your hat off anymore?

Yes.

Who did you talk to on the phone?

Mr Bernie.

I got him a job. He sent me this ridiculous plant.

Don't we kiss each other anymore?

It wasn't a ridiculous plant.

It was a Euphorbia pulcherrima and it set me back 134.40 francs.

While I kissed these lips, still warm from another man...

I declared Bernie innocent.

If a woman had engaged in bestiality outside of her marriage...

she wouldn't call the man Mr Bernie anymore.

Even though I, like many others...

thought I no longer had the need to be loved...

I felt the sirocco of jealousy cut my breath...

close to my heart.

Even my work suffered.

A publisher had asked me to look into possible distribution of the bible...

as a comic strip.

My normal self control...

suffered from hardly noticeable outbursts...

that would surprise onlookers.

I even had it out with the biggest of guys.

You're insane!

No, even she?

You didn't hear it from me.

Is he French?

I don't know. There was no flag in the picture.

Even she. -So?

What about Etienne?

You know Etienne.

Those who suffer the most...

don't say a word.

Bouly? -Yes, thanks.

Hey, you're pretty.

Blow out the candles.

We won't waste them.

It'll happen again, for sure.

Mauricette, please empty the ashtrays.

Simon!

Have you got a minute?

Go, children.

Simon, I have to talk to you.

We have a record player. Go have a drink.

Thanks. You deserve it.

I hadn't seen you at all.

Who smells of lily-of-the-valley? Is it you again?

Not lily-of-the-valley, Aventure.

Smell.

Simon, say hello to Mrs Martinez.

Her son's here too. An old school friend of yours.

And stop drinking.

Marilyn!

Say hello. -Yes.

Here he is.

So, what do you say to Jean-Claude?

Don't know.

Did you expect that from her?

I once touched her by accident.

Her skin!

Silky.

If she wasn't the wife of...

I didn't ask if you had expected it from you, but from her.

Hello, Bouly.

Been a long time since you called me.

What does Jean-Claude do now?

He works with atoms. At the Scientific Research Centre.

Did someone ring?

They kept us busy, didn't they?

But they also gave us lots of joy.

I told you they were ringing.

Hello, Etienne.

Hello, Etienne! How are you?

What would you like to drink?

A martini? You'll like...

Again! Light the candles! Quickly!

Nicole! Jean-Claude, make yourself useful. The candles.

Please.

Can you believe it, Etienne?

The day I move in, there are power failures.

Next time, I'll send them my cheque in little bits too.

Where's Charles?

Where is he? Charles!

Finally!

Put out the candles quickly. It's a waste.

Marthe. -Oh, you've arrived.

What happened to you?

Who's that guy who's all over you?

He's not all over me, we danced.

I don't even know his name.

What's with this dress?

You know this dress.

What's wrong with you?

Have you got anything against students? -No.

I'm kidnapping her for this paso.

Why do you kiss me?

Hello, Etienne. Can I get you a little...

A what?

Don't you want to sit down?

Come.

Move.

Slowly.

Are you hungry?

No.

You want?

Shall I make you a little plate or do you first want to...

Do you want us to...

Bouly told you.

Mireille!

Lovely evening.

Mouchy, meet Mireille Fayolles.

I'm talking to Captain Villalonga.

Thanks a lot. Please be there on the 18th.

It depends on Charles. With him...

Lots of happiness. -I'll walk you to the door.

Excuse me.

Mouchy, this is Mireille Fayolles.

Where are those martinis?

Simon, look after it, instead of standing here.

That's enough. -What?

Say hello to the young lady. -That one?

This is an order!

You order me?

You order your mother?

This can't be true.

She's gone.

She left.

What did she do to you?

That's what you get.

I may be living with her soon.

I didn't sacrifice my entire life...

to see my son end up with a girl...

whose only degree is her bum.

You're so vulgar. You don't even know her.

Where is she from? -And where are we from?

Does she have a degree?

What do I know?

She works. Degrees don't matter anymore.

Those left-wing ideas again. Are you a communist now?

I'll tell people that my son's a communist.

What's wrong?

I love you, Marthe.

Who bit you in the left knee?

That happened in the Salle Pleyel.

Did they bite you there?

It happened during exercising.

It's 4:15am.

No, 4:10. That alarm is fast.

Good morning, Micheline.

Am I late? -No, doctor.

Are you alright? -Yes, doctor.

Why are you here?

I'm waiting for my turn. Don't worry about me.

Your turn for what?

I signed up. Help these people.

This isn't a grocery. What do you want?

Did you hear how my son talks to me?

What do you want? What's that?

This belongs to you.

Have a look.

I'm returning it all.

Your letters.

Your notebooks.

Your pictures.

Your bracelet. Because, apparently, I'm a burden.

Listen, mum...

Here. I'll pay for the broken mast.

And now...

the money.

Stop it. This is a hospital.

Here!

Count it!

What's that? -Your share of your father's money.

Count it in front of everybody, so you can't say I stole from you.

Telephone, doctor.

What?

I said you were seeing patients, but he insists.

I want the suitcase back. It's mine.

You'll get it when I die.

You can only call here when you're sick.

Don't talk to me like that. I'm a busy man too.

We all are.

I've been in my new office since 8.

Mrs Chatin!

Can you turn that negro music down?

Negro music! Tannh�user.

Not at the club, at my new office.

I'll explain later.

No, that's not why I'm calling...

You'd better sit down first.

I found it.

We've been talking about it forever.

The place with a tennis court.

Mr Boulifet? -Yes.

Do you have an appointment? -Yes, he called me.

You are Mr... -Khrushchev.

Marcel Khrushchev.

I'll have a look.

With a notary.

He was at the club on Tuesday. A short guy.

I told him what we're looking for.

He called today. Listen well. Hello?

Come in, please.

I'm telling you it's not expensive.

We have to buy it today. He's flying to Brazil tomorrow.

So we have to act now.

If it wasn't for the strike, he'd have left today.

Here's Daniel.

I've said all I have to say.

I have work to do too. I'm drowning in it.

Alright, talk to you later.

What do you say?

Daisy's brother's organising something in Africa.

He wanted to stay in touch with his company, so here I am.

Desk, telephone and two secretaries.

One is sick today. I don't pay anything.

And what do you do?

I'm the CEO. -Of what?

That's the problem.

I don't know yet.

That's why it's so quiet here.

The whole organisation's in place, but I don't know what to do.

Don't you have an idea?

I don't know. Import-export maybe.

Of what?

I don't know.

Have a nice evening. Till tomorrow.

He wishes me a nice evening at 11am. Know what I mean?

We're doing nothing at all.

That's not expensive. 12 million's a lot, but it's not expensive.

Can we close the roof? -No.

It's a quarter of the normal price.

We'd need an architect. -No time.

Popinot thinks he'll accept the first offer he'll get.

Who's Popinot?

Popinot's the notary.

The short guy in the suit is his assistant.

Do I have to explain everything?

It's really not expensive..

The tennis court's over there.

It was his mother's house. -Couldn't she knit another net?

She passed away. Nobody lives here anymore.

He's leaving France and he's selling everything.

But to do everything today... It's already 10 to 12.

We don't have to do anything. It's all here.

You just have to...

We have to find the money.

That's a bit harder for Daniel and me than for you two.

I'd have to go to the bank.

I'm also seeing patients.

And I have a settlement.

A settlement of what? -With Marie-Ange.

By the way... yes?

What are you doing for lunch? -Having lunch, why?

My settlement is at 1:30pm. Can't you come along?

The bedrooms are upstairs if you want to see them.

I don't know anything about that.

The furniture's a bit bad taste, but never mind.

Bad taste? It's rustic.

What? Alright, rustic then.

I have no lawyer. -It's not the divorce.

We're just taking temporary measures.

Especially since there are children involved.

Bouly!

Downstairs, you can organise a bedroom for dwarfs.

They're not dwarfs, they're children.

12 million isn't expensive. Compared to...

Stop talking like that. The owner's coming.

In front of him...

You're lucky. If there hadn't been a strike, he would have left this morning.

I know. Popinot told me.

Well, gentlemen. How do you like my house?

Not bad. -It's alright.

Humid.

Marie-Ange said that the guy's...

A masseur? -No, a piano player.

But he doesn't play the piano, but one of these...

It's electric. And the guys play it like idiots.

What's the name of his ensemble? His 'band' as she calls it.

You translated it for me.

The Without Family, I think.

Do you play the piano standing up?

I'm a beginner, I'm not...

That's what I said to Marie-Ange.

If progress in music means...

getting rid of piano stools...

And she said: "Bloody conservative!" I hung up.

Isn't it our turn yet? -No, we're waiting.

I wanted plain ham. -They didn't have any.

Parma ham? -For me.

Here's your change. I have to go.

If we want to wrap it all up today...

I have to go too if I have to be at the notary at 6.

Alright, thanks, guys. Have a nice day.

What's wrong with you? -Nothing.

One man down and they all go off.

No, listen! -Really, thanks a lot.

I'm here, ain't I? -Remove your hand.

I work when I want to.

One man down, don't exaggerate.

That's bad. -They won't lock you up.

There she is.

Don't you have a lawyer? -No, why? I didn't do anything.

Hello, Marie-Ange.

New hairdo? -It's a wig.

Alright, bye, Marie-Ange.

I have to go.

Bye, Marie-Ange. I'm off too.

I have to drop you off and pick up my car.

Does he want my picture or something?

Why do you talk like that? That's Willy.

That's not possible.

That can't be him.

Didn't you know him? -No.

How can she like him better than me?

Alright, 5 o'clock in your office. Are you coming?

Did you see those pants?

Do you think they make them for men too?

Act normal, Bouly.

This is Willy.

Hello, young man.

Hi.

Mr and Mrs Boulifet!

Can the relatives... -They'll wait. It won't take long.

Take this.

Wait for me, alright?

Check everything. -Yes, as far as I...

Did you ever suffer from sciatica? -No.

What about Mireille Fayolles? -Don't talk about my mother.

I'm asking about Mireille!

It's not about Mireille.

It's the comedy of life.

It's about the principle.

Talking about comedy...

Your friend who'll do the voice of Adam arrived.

He's good, isn't he?

Come up for a moment, so you'll see. -I have no time.

Can't you do anything for him?

The tests will be paid for, but I didn't know about his accent.

Is it very strong?

Adam, show yourself!

Adam!

Get out of the holy garden, good-for-nothing!

You have touched the forbidden fruit.

I ate an apple?

Yeah, right, as if! Which apple?

To be honest...

Mind your tongue!

He's also adding text.

Really? -We could always...

Thanks. -We redid the tower of Babel.

You didn't like the apartment buildings? -No.

Excuse me.

Simon Messina. Bernadette Lamour�, one of our draughtspeople.

Sympathetic.

Yes, she looks... sympathetic.

Look!

That's her, isn't it?

She's drawn herself.

Had you noticed?

Excuse me, I made a mistake.

That's alright.

Have a seat.

Would you have a cigarette?

Don't you anything milder? -No.

You don't like mild.

I've put your request for an advance to Mr Pouillat.

But it's very much.

So it's no? -You know what they're like.

Is it very important? -Yes.

Or no, actually.

Do you really need that much?

Listen...

Maybe I could personally...

Not the entire amount, but...

No, thanks.

Bye.

Excuse me, bye.

Can't you be careful?

Look at that! Don't touch it!

He doesn't see beyond the end of his nose.

I was just kidding.

Yes, thanks.

That was a joke.

First of all, the judge was a woman.

And short-sighted.

Glasses this thick.

She kept taking them off, so I couldn't do a Luis Mariano act.

She never looked at me.

Marie-Ange isn't asking for anything. Not even the children.

Not the children? -No.

These are temporary measures.

It suits her, while her guy's hanging out somewhere else.

In the Netherlands or something.

Temporarily, with... What are they called?

Without Family.

Yes, and he takes her with him, temporarily.

The children stay with me.

You're happy, aren't you? -Yes.

And since it's my lucky day, Daisy loaned me her Pinay money.

I'd never have asked.

Why Daisy? -For the house.

She realised, that in spite of my huge private fortune...

She's loaning me her money. I think that's great of her.

With some women you first think...

But then you strike gold...

Don't you have a problem with...

Wait a moment. Are you asking if I'm playing the pimp?

Why? I'm just asking. You get angry right away.

I didn't say it, you did.

I buy this place with friends. A woman I raise and her 4 kids...

offers me money and you...

Don't say that. You raise the children, not her.

And you shut up. Daisy's like his wife.

These days a woman can loan money to her man.

It was just a question. You go ballistic right away.

I'm not going ballistic. I'm working here, buddy!

Drive on.

Excuse me, we're all a bit on edge.

You're not on edge, you're on my back.

Does the roof still not close? -No.

We're late!

Why are you sitting in the back?

Everything alright?

Healthwise yes.

But I don't have the dough for the house.

No! -I can't help it.

They won't give me an advance.

What do we do now? -I can get out.

No, wait! -How did you ask?

I said "please."

I've got the gold bars that my mother brought this morning.

I can give you one of those. I didn't know anything about them.

Show me.

Look at this, guys!

Simon Messina, class 7D.

Stop, don't touch it!

Look at these pictures. guys!

Oh, Mouchy's gold bars!

We had a fight.

Just take it.

No, I can't.

Take it or I will!

What's with him?

Where does this champagne come from? -From here. I made a phone call.

To whom? -To Marthe. She wasn't there.

You could have gotten us glasses. Bowls aren't exactly stylish.

All the glasses are broken. We'll have to buy some.

I've got no more money.

Do you hear those birds? Not expensive, are they?

Guys.

You know what we'll do?

We'll spend the night here.

Where? -Here, in the house.

We didn't bring any stuff.

So what? You'll sleep in your petticoat.

What about your wives? -Daisy has her political meetings...

on Tuesdays. Who wants more champagne?

Just a little bowl, because...

I have to make a phone call.

Yes, please?

Hello? -Yes, please?

Mrs Dorsay, please.

Mrs Dorsay isn't accepting any calls until 11:15pm.

Do you want to leave a message?

Who am I talking to?

Lucien Raki.

Oh, it's you, Lucien. Good evening.

Please put my wife on.

Mrs Dorsay isn't accepting any calls until 23:15pm.

Do you want to leave a message?

Listen, Lucien... It's me, Etienne. Mr Dorsay.

I understand, but she's rehearsing Berenice with her friends.

Do you want to leave a message?

She's rehearsing Berenice?

Yes, it's a tragedy by Jean Racine.

I know. Thanks very much.

Put her on the phone. What are you doing there anyway?

I'm working here because Josy needs to concentrate on her project.

So they gave me your little study and I'm manning the phone.

By the way, I returned your little paintings.

Josy says my room's a mess.

Listen, Lucien, I'm calling from far and it's late.

We'll talk about that tomorrow. Pass me my wife.

Mrs Dorsay isn't accepting any calls until 23:15pm.

That's enough, alright?

Your husband called. He bought a house. You know about it.

They're spending the night there. -Thanks, Lucien. Is that all?

And the usual banalities. He loves you etc.

Marthe, your turn.

What do I say?

"At last I can escape the importunity."

I've only seen her husband twice.

He's not as good-looking as me, but he's a personnel manager...

at a factory.

Do you hear the wind?

You'd think we were in the countryside.

You are in the countryside, idiot!

When I said: "Come live with me," I didn't think...

she'd bring four children.

They're nice children, even though they're second-hand.

You're living with her, at the tennis club.

Yes, but first they all moved in with me.

I didn't think she'd move that quickly.

I don't know what she likes about me.

Maybe she liked about you that she had nobody else.

Idiot!

Isn't it a handicap in your job to be so stupid?

Oh, a mosquito!

Call Popinot!

Etienne...

Can't you sleep?

I can, I was just about to...

No, you can't sleep. I know.

When you think of your wife, slowly undressing...

looking into the eyes of a naked man who desires her...

No, I wasn't thinking of that.

You're just pretending you're alright.

Don't worry. In your position, I would also...

No, really. Nice of you, but...

So then...

Does it make you laugh to think of their bodies lusting...

No, it doesn't, but I wasn't thinking of that.

Goodnight, Simon.

Goodnight.

Do you think he's the type who kisses her for hours...

before he gets down to business...

or does he rip the clothes of her body, whilst talking dirty...

That's enough, Simon!

What then?

Stop!

It's almost eight o'clock.

The news with Philippe Gildas.

Today the council of ministers is meeting in the Elys�e Palace.

We're starting with the headlines of the day.

But first some good news about the airports of Paris.

The unions have ended the strike.

Planes can leave normally again.

What did you make? -Tea.

Etienne!

Wait, guys.

Wait!

They're planes. -You're kidding.

We made a scene at the notary, but that didn't help.

We had become owners of an uninhabitable house...

in a legal manner and for very little money.

The clever seller had used the 24 hour strike...

to rip off four innocent people.

After the chaos of this morning...

we all went to our work.

But for me, the adventures hadn't ended yet.

I skipped lunch in order to...

continue investigating my own life.

Marthe had her course of acrobatic gymnastic dance...

- if one can combine those two adjectives - above the Salle Pleyel.

I found an excellent spot to observe the exit.

Can I help you, sir? -No, thanks.

I'm thinking. -Of course.

They're expecting you. The test is at the 5th floor.

See you later!

Bye, sir.

Thank you.

I'm the husband of Marthe.

One can understand this temporary bitterness.

And one really appreciates the solidarity of one's fellow citizens...

during such a tragedy.

You'll laugh at me. I've got the wrong person.

I'm looking for someone who...

wears the same style jacket as you.

But you can see that the back is pleated...

and yours is...

That one has a belt and yours doesn't.

Which exonerates you completely...

My ears are also ringing and I'm also seeing butterflies.

It's not just you!

Excuse me.

Is that how you speak to your patients?

That was my mother. She...

Alright, Mrs Chalamand, I'll...

examine you. Please go next door.

Mireille Fayolles for you.

I already have my mother on hold.

While Mr and Mrs Chalamand are here.

I don't want to be disturbed.

This phone!

It's no fun to always be seeing sick people.

It's not serious.

I don't understand. What she says is so...

I want to keep seeing her twice a week.

On Tuesdays and on Fridays.

I feel strongly...

There's nothing wrong with her, but it could take a long time.

Here are some... -Thank you.

Why did you bring him?

It wasn't my idea. He wanted to come along.

Did he find my letter?

No.

You're so rough!

I love your body. -I know.

My beauty.

Hello? One moment, please.

Daniel?

It's me. -Etienne?

Don't worry, I'm fine.

I had a little collision.

You have to break open the door.

Daniel, telephone!

Armand, you do this.

Thanks, buddy.

He's coming.

She didn't feel well. -Mouchy?

At the department store.

She wants Simon to get her with an ambulance.

He doesn't answer the phone anymore.

If you have a stroke, you have to write to him.

Isn't it just another trick of hers?

I don't know.

I called Etienne. He's not there.

And I've got a little problem.

And when I say little... Wait.

Go play with Jean-Jean.

Look, he took your robot!

Jean-Jean took the robot!

The thing is she's back.

Marie-Ange. Yes, yes!

I don't know, but the pianist who plays standing up...

went a bit wild before the tour.

She's here...

with her suitcase.

Yes, exactly.

When Daisy arrives, I'd better be here.

I'll try to go there.

Or I'll tell Etienne to call Simon.

If Etienne calls, I think Simon...

Yes, he's here.

Thank you.

What's this?

What?

You wanted an ambulance and now you're smoking?

Does smoking bother you? Like the ringing of your phone?

I had a dizzy spell in the middle of the department store.

I called my son and he hung up.

Now he's criticizing me because I'm not dead.

If this is how a left-wing doctor behaves...

the communists had better not get a cold, because...

Telephone.

Excuse me, Mrs Santoni. I answer the phone.

You never know, it could be my son.

She really fainted. That's what I was told.

It's just hypoglycaemia.

A sugar cube will fix you up.

She's on a diet because she wants to look good.

I didn't raise my mother well.

You should hang.

Let me tell you: Women are like children.

If you have one, you worry.

If you have more than one, it's not more work.

Anybody want brilliantine?

Stop it, man!

Is Marie-Ange really going to move in here?

That's what Daisy suggested.

Yes, for the children... We have room enough.

Free love is one thing, but with whom...

will you sleep? I mean, where?

I am a gentleman.

Excuse me.

Godfather? -Yes.

Your wife's husband's here.

Mummy asks if...

Wait, who's here?

Willy, Marie-Ange's husband.

Willy?

We'll tell Bouly to clear out the cupboard.

It's not a kibbutz here.

Thanks.

What does he want now?

Music?

Yes. -What?

I'm flexible.

Something with violins if you have it.

He's a bit thirsty as well.

Why do you have to go?

It's for work, darling. I have no choice.

What are you doing there? -I'm doing research...

for the distribution of our bible.

as a comic strip...

in Eastern Europe.

It's called marketing.

The bible in Eastern Europe?

Your coat's not bad. Whose is it?

It belongs to a friend of Daniel.

It's summer there, like here.

If you can call that summer.

Well then.

I called you a cab.

You shouldn't have.

Did you want to hitchhike to the airport?

Bye, piggies. -Look after yourself.

Careful, my back!

I'll be back in three days.

Bye, dad. -Bye, beanpoles.

See you.

Are you going anywhere tonight? -No.

Take the first on the left and then go left twice and then take a left.

Then we'll be back in your street.

Yes, exactly.

The sheer brilliance of my plan must be evident.

I had been postponing the moment when Marthe would put a dagger in my back.

It was time to end the matter.

I would be working from behind a curtain made of, not iron, but velvet.

The traveller had flown to the other side of the street.

The program for those three days was classic.

Photographic monitoring of all exits and entrances...

timing of periods of absence, trick messages...

various shadowing activities and unplanned homecoming...

in the middle of the night, to surprise the diabolic couple.

Come in.

Now you'll tell me everything, right away!

What are you doing here?

Why do you ask me that question?

Sit down so we can talk calmly.

No, I won't sit down and we won't talk.

You will talk.

Don't hassle me!

You don't scare me.

How did you follow me?

Follow you? You've only been gone for 5 minutes.

I've seen that trick about having to travel in cinema.

You've been having that fake smile on your face for weeks.

Now you're going to tell me...

the name of the woman and when it started...

here or somewhere else.

And you were even going to take pictures!

You who can see into my heart, ignore the chaos.

Shocked by this scandalous reversal of values...

I could not reveal my machinations to Marthe.

I suffered from what Freud or another doctor had labelled...

a mental block.

I hid behind language of which the literary brilliance...

bought me some time...

to deal with developments that I no longer controlled.

You see Marthe...

when the ship of life has reached the open sea...

and a storm approaches, the captain needs to determine where the eye is.

To do that he will often need to be alone...

and to take some distance from his crew.

And when the stars... -Cut it out.

Stop with your stars.

We live across the road, so don't talk about distance.

Who's the woman? I'm warning you: I'm waiting.

There's no woman, Marthe.

I swear on the head of our two girls...

Stop it!

What are you doing?

I'm going to sleep.

It was too late to tell Marthe everything...

even if I had wanted to.

We spent a silly night, opposite our own house.

Each under strict surveillance of the other.

My attempts to fall asleep next to this stranger were in vain.

30-15.

What? -30-15.

What?

It wasn't out. It was on the line.

What's he saying? -What?

What's he saying? -They're losing, so they're complaining.

New balls!

Not ready. -What?

We weren't ready!

Each time I score a point, they think of something.

Ready?

Just out. -What did you say?

It was just out. -Again?

Do it again in slow motion!

We think it was in.

Was it really out? -Scout's honour.

It was an optical illusion. -Say it clearly then!

Come on, don't get worked up.

We yelled it, but that was the plane to Istanbul.

They're losing it.

With their bloody house!

Whose idea was it to buy it?

Who was going to check everything with all his degrees?

What did I do this time?

We'll give you the point. We don't care.

Are your giant wings making it hard for you to walk?

Come on, Bouly, are you playing or what?

Daisy deserves a knighthood. Living with this dude...

Go. -What did you say?

Nothing, just play.

Because if we're going to start about our private lives...

I've got a few for you too.

Is that so? Which ones?

I don't want to ruin your make-up.

I don't use any make-up.

But that guy who plays standing up, he uses curlers.

And he still took off with your wife.

Stop it!

Commies can go to Moscow!

Why do you say that? -Your mother said that.

Pick up your racket.

He's so foul-mouthed and so anti-Semitic.

Just because I'm left-wing! -That's enough!

What was that? Who's anti-Semitic?

You.

Go home, Bouly. Listen?

What does that mean? You can be Semitic, but how can you be anti-Semitic?

That's exactly the point.

And how would that look? -Like you.

With your little moustache...

the way you talk, the way you walk...

the way you look at people. You're anti-Semitic.

No, Daniel.

Who did you bring to talk like that?

Are you about finished?

Does it hurt? -Of course! You started it all.

With your joking around.

It's always something.

Don't mess with me.

You were afraid, weren't you? Apollo's a cool guy.

Do you know what Appollo says to Miss France?

That Miss France lands you one in the face.

Stop provoking me!

Just because your mother...

Worry about your wife instead!

Because... -Because what?

Why do you say that?

We went through a period that only bears bad memories for all four of us.

For the first time in our lives...

we didn't get along.

We didn't hear from each other. Weeks passed.

Marthe and I lived in some kind of armed peace

We pretended everything was fine, for the children.

Were the girls still children anyway?

I saw Josy get bigger and bigger.

Lucien was the father.

She refused to get married.

My daughters admired her a lot.

Lucien admitted to me how much he loved your wife.

I won't comment on your permissiveness...

but I demand Lucien's letters and pictures...

in order to end whatever remains of this sad liaison.

Lucien! -Yes, dear.

I tried to pick a fight with Marthe about this unbelievable story.

She reacted arrogantly...

and if I had to give a report of our discussion...

I'd have to say words were failing me.

Then Marthe let go.

She was looking for a new job.

The premiere of Jean Racine's play...

played by students of various ages...

was supposed to take place in early July.

Marthe took the Thespian art very seriously.

I only found out later...

that there was a new love in Simon's life.

You rarely saw them together.

There was little known about their meetings.

Simon never talked about it.

Since all the tests come back fine, he'll have to let you go.

It's been 18 days. There's nothing wrong with you.

You know...

he says you can't trust the tests.

Mrs Chalamand.

Hello, doctor.

Thank you for visiting, mum.

Bye.

Bye, Jeanne.

Thanks for the cake.

My sweet!

You're killing me.

I know.

I'm your cure.

Daniel was even more secretive about our journey through the desert.

One day he told me...

that he lost sight of himself during those days.

Bouly's enthusiasm about free love was waning.

Some women give you children...

but his gave him husbands and lovers.

Daddy, what are you doing here?

Mummy invited me. I don't have a place to live anymore.

What?

Bouly, get your stuff out of my room.

What?

Put it in your backpack.

Third Act, first Scene.

Go a bit faster, Marthe.

"You, only, make one heart and soul with us."

Good.

"Now, in the name of this most constant friendship..."

When you say "constant", you pour him a whiskey.

"Now, in the name of this most constant friendship..."

"I bid you use the power, you have upon her."

"See her on my behalf." -"I...

"See the Queen?"

The music, not so loud.

"Why rob yourself..."

"of such a charming task?"

What time is it? Is it 10pm?

I have to go.

Continue without me.

I'm off.

See you tonight at your place.

What's happening? Are we staying here forever?

The day I thought I had her...

I was standing next to my wife's lover.

A great shyness overwhelmed me...

when I wanted to yell out that Marthe had to choose between the two of us.

Suddenly my fate seemed - how should I put it? -

abstruse.

Marthe...

"Oh, how I pity him! Such faithfulness..."

"Oh, how I pity him!

"Such faithfulness deserved more luck, good Lady."

So beautiful.

When you exit, you throw the car keys in the air..

Michel, you're a bit too early.

What does he say? -"Then think..."

"Then think that once I was alive."

"Adieu."

No, not like that!

Look.

Like this.

You do this.

I say no.

And when she talks to you about Titus...

"His only speeches seem like sad farewells..."

I wouldn't whistle.

We're almost done.

We have to replace Bano�t. He's going to Marseille.

Just the last details.

You wanted to dust off the play. -Yes, but without damaging it.

Bano�t, can you show us?

We did this the day we took pictures.

Weren't you there with your brother?

Can you take that?

So it was all just a tragedy.

This man of little faith thought...

that Marthe could kiss another man.

Your hand there.

Why not grant him the usufruct of that body...

of which I was the sole owner?

Yes, that's me.

Hello, Miss.

Yes.

What?

When did it happen? This afternoon?

What was it? The heart?

And where is he?

Did he leave a number?

Yes, alright.

When will he be back?

What are you doing here?

Don't mess around. She has no sense of humour.

Who's going to tell him?

Etienne.

What's wrong?

Etienne wants to talk to you.

He wants to tell you that...

your mother died.

Alright, hit me!

I never imagined her here.

We never came here.

She bought this when we came back.

I don't even know with what money.

With her gold bars?

Are you driving straight back?

Yes, I have to.

I'll catch the train with Charles.

Etienne will stay.

He doesn't have to. -Yes, he has to.

Don't insist.

What?

I don't know. I'll be in Paris around 8pm.

Alright, but not alone.

Where will the others be?

I did suffer, though.

Still...

Each to... -Still what?

Nothing, but I wouldn't like it if she kissed other men.

She wouldn't kiss anybody.

It's artistic transposition.

That's not the same. -Let me get the salt.

Personally, I wouldn't like my wife...

to transpose herself with another man.

But I don't want to preach. Are you coming?

No, no preaching.

Daisy and Marie-Ange are none of my business...

but who's sleeping with his backpack?

That's not the same thing.

He's Daisy's husband.

And I left Marie-Ange when she took off with Willy.

He cracks me up.

There was no more room at the club. Should I sleep in the car?

And it's not forever.

The women said we're taking turns.

As a CEO, you have to be there.

What do you do anyway? -Office rental.

Have you got customers? -No.

He's waking up.

Do you smoke now?

Are you hungry?

Nice.

I have to tell you something.

I'm getting married.

What do you call "getting married"?

Do you mean... with...

a woman?

I can still whistle at soldiers.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't know you anymore.

He's getting married.

Who? -Daniel.

Daniel? -Ask him.

How...

What's her name?

Marie-Christine.

A certain Bernadette Lamour� made an appointment.

She was referred by you.

Yes, she's a colleague. She has a kidney condition.

You know her. She's a draughtswoman.

Another piece of cake, please.

Oh, yes, the one...

With the open shoes.

There they are.

I don't see her. -She'll come out.

Man!

What?

Not exactly new.

What did you say?

Maybe it's not her.

It is.

She has class. Did you see her dress?

Yes, but she's got some flight hours under her belt.

Hello, Miss.

This is them. Etienne Dorsay.

Simon Messina.

And Bouly.

Well, Boulifet.

So you're the...

Waiter!

Do you smoke? -Yes, please.

Please.

A mint syrup.

And what do you want? -The same as them.

One beer! One mint syrup!

Does the age difference between us bother you?

No!

You can't see it anyway.

And these days, such things are...

There's this development...

Yes, you often see young couples...

with a certain age difference.

Take my sister.

She's a year older than Jean. That's no reason...

Another beer, please. -Two.

I'd like to kiss you on the cheek. -That's sweet, Bylou.

No, Bouly!

May I?

Where do you plan to get married?

Well.

We have no family. -Stop it.

Stop with the violins.

Do it in Neuville. You only have to get registered there.

Where's Neuville?

Didn't he tell you he owns a property in the country...

away from the hustle and bustle of the capital?

We own it.

No. -It was a real bargain.

I didn't want her to marry me for my money.

Don't let him play!

Why did you shoot? I was unmarked.

I didn't see you.

You're being selfish! That's the second time!

Come on!

Don't let him play!

There's Simon.

Where's Daniel?

Are we late? -No. You dressed up.

Hello. You speak French?

City hall or school? -My name is Bouly.

She's on the way.

Call the bar so they know.

He called.

We're all there, except her.

What's her name again? -Cynthia.

That's not her real name. -It's Arlette, but she prefers Cynthia.

There he is.

I'll give her a clock for the wedding.

There she is.

I'm living at the club again.

They're on holiday.

They left the children behind. Chewing gum?

Have you got all seven?

Yes, why?

What is it Jean-Jean? -I hurt myself.

What's he doing?

Have you got a light?

What's wrong?

Here.

We're getting a divorce.

What did she say?

What is it?

She hopes you won't hold it against her.

That's that.

It's not about us, but about you. Did she find out...

About me and guys? She knew that from the start.

What does she want then? -You must know.

Why then?

She suddenly couldn't imagine...

living with someone like me.

Or maybe she could.

Maybe with no man.

Yes, that's what she says.

She thought of that today?

Of course, on your wedding day you think about married life.

What do we do now?

No.

Not much later Daniel moved in with Bouly.

Summer was starting.

Daniel was sad, but didn't show it to Bouly...

who was hiding that he was happy.

We had tried to sell the house.

The moment there was a conflict at Air France...

we put up announcements everywhere.

But some evenings...

when there was less air traffic...

we'd all have dinner there as if the house was fit for humans...

with other friends, including Bastien and his wife.

He was a wonderful man, both professor and theater lover.

I regretted that Marthe was so casual with him.

However, I didn't want to provoke her...

because at the beginning of the holidays...

my own virtuousness came under threat.

Miss Lamour� made it clear to me...

that she wasn't insensitive to my stern charm.

It was with a heavy heart, but I had no choice but to lie to this great woman.

But all scientists agree that the lie is...

the only way to go from woman to woman...

without the first woman imposing sanctions.

I told Marthe that we were lucky...

that a strike had been announced for next Tuesday...

and that we had to get the house ready for unknowing buyers.

That was true by the way.

My friends went there for two days...

and dropped me off at the airport.

Bernadette Lamour�'s sister ran a B and B...

not far from Bordeaux.

She said we were going to have a physiosensory experience there.

I agreed.

As we were driving, I couldn't help but think of my admirable companion...

who I left behind...

loyal and happy.

An example of the French woman...

that tourists from all over the world envy us for.

I knew that on Monday...

someone with a stern face would be waiting for me.

Myself.

No, no photo.

But you look great.

Man, Simon! You made me move.

Look...

What?

Am I not looking clearly?

Why are you dressed like that? -I tend to provoke.

I have to call my mother. Have you got some coins?

I'll be!

Stop saying that. What's the point?

Maybe they look like each other. -Very much so!

Why are you looking like that?

Why did I take my keys out?

I'm looking at a woman I love and who has left me.

This is what we agreed upon.

Will you write to me? -No.

Will we see each other when I come back to Paris?

No.

Don't you care?

Yes.

What would two more days do?

It would be the first night and...

We're not making a scene are we? -No.

Shall we end it here? -Yes.

No.

What do we do?

We're going.

Let's go.

I know I was supposed to call you.

The flight to Bordeaux.

For flight 2043, please go to gate number 8.

Did you follow me?

Yes.

You're terrible.

And you?

What?

What are you doing here?

Well, I... -We brought him here.

Who?

Yes, give him his ticket.

Excuse me. The flight to Bordeaux?

Yes, hurry.

Take care. Wear something warm.

Bye. Don't you say goodbye to Etienne?

Thanks.

What are you going to do in Bordeaux? -I don't know yet.

Go!

Your bag. -The bag, the papers

Come back soon.

Us? We never say a word. Nothing.

Never!